Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen #2)(44)

I opened the entrance door to the hallway, allowing my feet to head in the direction of his room. Then I heard the hallway door slam shut behind me.

A loud, menacing hiss filled the empty hallway. Freezing on the spot, cold shivers raced up the length of my spine.

Someone was here.

“Well, hello beautiful,” a female voice said and I instantly recognized who it belonged to.

Unable to muster strength, my body could not turn, to run, to do anything but stay rooted to this spot.

Two pairs of heeled footsteps approached me, and with every step, my mouth became drier. The smell of strong perfume mixed with liquor drifted over my shoulder and a finger ran down the back of my neck.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to fight off panic, but I was entirely unsuccessful. Wet, soft lips circled the shell of my ear, as another began caressing the side of my throat.

“Why does he want you so badly? What’s so special about you?” a different female voice asked and I almost threw up in fear.

Fingers suddenly tightened on my neck, and I cried out as sharp nails stabbed into the skin. “Please! Do not hurt me…”

“Why does he want you above us? You’re virgin *, we’ll do anything he wants. What’s he so drawn to?”

“He is not… he does not want me…” I whispered almost inaudibly.

The hand released its grip on my neck for but a moment, then tightened harder than before. “Maybe we’ll just have to find out for ourselves,” the voice said.

A hand jerked me around by my shoulder, almost ripping it from its socket. Tiff and Jules were before me, their faces livid and their eyes were unfocused and glazed. They were intoxicated, very intoxicated. This only fueled my fear.

Jule’s firm grip grasped my cheeks, and she forced me back toward Ky’s room, Tiff opening the door and slamming it closed when we were through.

I managed to pull from Jule’s tight grip and back away to the door, but Tiff swung out her hand and hit me across the mouth and I fell down upon the bed, the two women looming close.

Lights danced in my eyes at the force and I tried to focus.

“We’re gonna taste you, Lilah. We’re gonna show you how to have a good time. We wanna show Ky he can have all of us.”

“We’re gonna show you why Ky used to come to us. Before you came along and f*cked everything up. You’re gonna enjoy it, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”

“No!” I cried, my body racked with fear as Tiff kneeled on the bed at my head and Jules at my feet. Jule’s blurry eyes narrowed and, slowly, she looked me up and down.

“I’m sick of seeing these f*ckin’ ugly clothes.” She bent down and started pulling up my long dress as Tiff grabbed my hands and held my wrists above my head. I cried out, tasting blood in my mouth from Tiff’s hit as air hit my exposed legs, and Jules and Tiff only laughed, seeming to enjoy my pain.

“I beg you, please. Do not do this!” I whispered, but Jule’s hand continued to lift my dress until it was gathered at my waist. Fingers gripped onto the side of my undergarments and, in seconds, Jules had thrown them on them on the floor.

“Mmm, Tiff, would you look at that pretty *,” Jules slurred, and her finger landed on my knee and slowly headed north. I flayed my feet trying to throw her off, but Tiff pressed down harder on my wrists and gripped my cheeks in her hand with an almost bruising strength.

I whimpered and I cried, but they did not care. And then Jule’s finger reached the apex of my thighs and I cried out in panic as her fingertip ran along the seam of my private parts, my legs stiffening as tears poured down my cheeks. Jules finger became unrelenting, as she circled and caressed me, moving over me to press her lips across my face.

“You’re so, wet, baby,” Jules murmured into my ear, her finger increasing in speed. “You wet for me, baby? You like me petting this pretty *?” I stared at the ceiling, my mind becoming numb. “You’re so beautiful. So beautiful, baby…” I hated the sensation of her touching me, rubbing at the bud at the top.

Tiff’s face suddenly came into view above me. She lifted her hand and ripped the headdress from my head, my blond hair falling down spilling on to the linen. Then she reached down and unbuttoned the front of my dress, wrenching it apart, my breasts coming into view.

Tiff’s eyes lit with fire as she inspected my body. Trailing a finger down my cheek and along the front of my throat.

“No!” I called out, but Tiff ignored my wishes and leaned down, pressing herself against my chest, her hand cupping my breast, her fingers clamping around the nipple. I screamed upon feeling a red-hot pain.

“Look at you, baby. You’re f*ckin’ gorgeous. That body… shit! No wonder Ky can’t keep his dick away from you.”

“Please,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “Please let me go.”

Tiff’s hand froze on my breast. As she reared back, I allowed myself to exhale in relief. But I need not have bothered, for when I relaxed, she raised her hand at great speed and hit me so hard across my face that a high-pitched ringing sounded in my ears. The taste of coppery blood further filled my mouth and everything seemed to slow down.

I rolled back my heavy head to look at her. Tiff caught my unsteady gaze and leaned forward until we were nose to nose. “We’re gonna f*ck you, baby. We’re gonna see just why Ky dumped our asses for you.”