Sweet Retribution (Rydeville High Elite #3)(68)
Although Father turned a blind eye with Jane, it was because they kept the fucking behind closed doors. Alessandra is Drew’s fiancée, and she’s fucking another woman’s fiancé in front of an audience of elite. That should be grounds to extricate him from her.
Although my situation isn’t humorous in the slightest, I can’t disguise the smirk that graces my mouth. “I can think of no other couple more deserving of one another,” I say. “The skank and the manwhore. What a match made in heaven.”
Denton chuckles. “I like your fire, Abigail, but only under carefully controlled conditions.” He grabs the back of my head, yanking the pins out of my hair. Strands fall out of my chignon, and he tugs on them hard, yanking my head back.
“I say we fuck her in here,” Trent suggests. “Humiliate her in front of everyone.”
“Your father has other ideas in mind,” he says, and a shudder whips through my body.
“Oh look. She’s shivering in anticipation already,” Alessandra laughs, emitting a guttural moan, as Trent pivots his hips, drilling deeper inside her.
Denton reels me back, heading toward the door. “Don’t wait too long,” he says in parting to Trent. “Or you’ll miss all the fun.”
He wrestles me out of the room, while my mind is whirring. I need to get my hands free to check my chip and get to my gun or my knife. I will my errant pulse to calm down, because I can’t pull this off unless I’m in control. But it’s fucking hard.
Because I’m scared shitless.
Especially when he pulls me into the room at the end of the corridor and I see who is lying in wait. All the blood drains from my face as I look at Charlie. He’s tied to a chair in the middle of the space. His shirt is off, and his chest is awash with blood. A handkerchief is stuffed in his mouth, so I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I know he’s not happy. Panic blares from his eyes as he attempts to stand in the chair, but it’s bolted to the floor, so it’s futile.
“Did she give you any trouble?” Christian asks, removing his shirt in slow motion.
“None.” Denton slips his hand down the front of my dress, his fingers moving dangerously close to the chip, and I stop breathing. He rubs his thumb over my nipple, and I fix my face into a neutral expression, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing how panicked I am.
Charlie’s eyes are full of apology.
“Bring her to me,” Christian says, folding his shirt on the desk and reaching for his pants.
The door swings open. “What did I miss?” Trent asks, sauntering into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face. There’s no sign of Alessandra, and given how fast he got here, and the fact he’s naked, I’m guessing he left her high and dry and, now, she’s sulking.
“You’re just in time,” Christian says, grabbing me forward and pushing me to my knees. “From what I’ve heard, Abby gives great head.”
Father and son share a conspiratorial look, and I know Trent has told him everything that transpired between him and me. Hell, he probably had cameras in his bedroom. Thank fuck, I never had sex with him.
“I’m about to experience it for the first time.”
My eyes dart to Charlie’s in alarm before resolve sets in. If that asshole puts his cock in my mouth, it won’t be coming out intact. I will maim him. Butcher him so badly he won’t be able to use it again without surgery. I’ll bite it so hard he’ll have PTSD every time a woman drops to her knees before him.
If this goes down, I want to know I fought every step of the way. Because otherwise there’s no fucking way I’ll survive this with my sanity intact.
Christian grabs my chin. “Don’t look at him. He can’t save you. He never could.” He jabs his finger in Charlie’s face. “This is your fault. All you had to do was share.”
“We’re married. Why the fuck should he share?!” I screech, trying to buy myself some time. My hands are free now, but my heavy dress is covering my thighs, and the material is pinned under my knees. If I try to go for my weapons, they will notice and disarm me, so I can’t strike now.
But I also don’t want that pervert’s dick in my mouth.
I almost puke at that vile thought.
The good thing about the voluminous dress is it hides my feet, and I slowly maneuver my heels off, focusing on doing it discreetly so they don’t notice. It also helps distract me, keeping a light lid on my terror.
“Because it’s the elite way,” Christian replies. But he’s spinning half-truths, because Charlie’s dad kept his mom protected from this, and he can’t be the only one. “Thanks to his disobedience, we aren’t just going to fuck your pussy. We’ll fuck your mouth and your ass too so Charlie gets the message that you are ours to do with as we please.” Christian smirks, dropping his pants and boxers. “You like a hard dick up the ass, don’t you, Abigail?” He strokes his cock. “Your mother was never fond of anal, but that didn’t stop your father and I from taking her there.” His eyes flash with dark lust. “Those were the good ole days.”
“I’m sorry we weren’t better acquainted back then,” Denton says. “It sounds like I missed out on good times.”
The men clearly only know one another via Parkhurst and have only grown close in recent times if that comment is to be believed.