Page 74 of Lie with Me
Kayne accosts me with what I think is the deadliest look on the planet and then grabs me by the shirt. “Let’s go.”
SLADE CROUCHES DOWN IN FRONTof me. I have no words. He then leans in and whispers, “Do everything I say if you want to stay alive.”
His statement should bring me some small bit of comfort, but it doesn’t as I kneel there like a statue.
“You’re going to suck my cock like the good little whore you are,” he informs me.
“In front of everyone?” I squeak.
He nods, then smiles sadistically. “It shouldn’t be that difficult considering your background. Just think of it as another day at the office.” He stands up, and I want to shrivel away to nothing.
“Let’s go, sunshine. We don’t have all night.”
I glare up at him, the angry tears already clouding my vision.
His gaze turns cold. “You don’t want to cost Nino any money, do you? That would be very bad for business.” He thrusts his pelvis in my face. “And what’s bad for business is bad for you. And your friend.” He glances at Philly and it makes me want to scream. “Take my cock out. Get me hard.”
I scan the room repulsed by all the perverts nearly salivating as I unbuckle Slade’s belt with clumsy fingers. I don’t know how I’m going to do this.
“Hurry up, sweetheart,” someone urges and all the menlaugh.
With a wave of shame, I begin to stroke Slade, it taking him all of three seconds to become erect.
“Do it,” he orders me impatiently. Fisting my hair, I barely have time to open my mouth before he chokes me with his cock. I hear Philly’s string of sickened profanities as I go down on him in front of an entire room of strangers. My tears burning hotter as he fucks my face without a care in the world; no regard or concern.
There’s no warning when he comes. Just a flood of semen drowning me when he explodes. I gag, barely keeping the contents in my stomach. He pushes me down once he’s done with me as if I’m dirt.
“I’ll take her.” Slade zips his fly, thoroughly satisfied.
“Sold to the scary man with the scar!” Nino announces just to humiliate me further. I don’t really need him for that, though. I’ve humiliated myself all on my own. I curl into a ball, wishing I could just disappear. Shrink so small, the cracks in the floor would swallow me up.
“C’mon, sunshine.” Slade bends over and grabs me by the arm.
“Where are we going?” I demand in a whisper.
“To play.” He drags me out of the room, away from a worried Philly and the rest of the horny pervs.
We walk back through the deceptively large dark house until we come to a bedroom. Slade tosses me inside, and before he even has the door locked, I attack him.
“Why did you make me do that!” I bang on his chest as my resentful tears fall, the fury so blinding I end up slapping him right across the face.
“Because I could!” He hits me back so hard I slam into the wall and am nearly knocked out.
KAYNE IS DRIVING THE STREETSof Manhattan like a madman, while I fight all at once to stay conscious and not get sick on the fucking carnival ride.
Jett is on the phone coordinating with Simon and Commander Adams. All I can remember Nino saying is market and money.
Market and money. Market and money.
It makes the ominous feeling in my gut grow every time I think about it. I look up at Kayne while he drives and get déjà vu. It wasn’t so long ago we were in a very similar position on a mission to get Ellie back. I understood the severity then but lacked the empathy. I didn’t truly understand how he felt until now. How helpless and scared and petrified he was at just the mere thought of losing her. I’m feeling all those things right now. Every single emotion. I keep playing out different scenarios in my head—if I find Tara hurt, or worse, dead. I can picture all the things my fury will unleash as I finish what I started.
Finish Nino, so he can never take advantage or hurt another human being again. I stare down at my wrists. The makeshift bandage is working for now, but the white material is already soaked through with blood. I don’t care, though; I would drain every single vein in my body if it meant getting Tara back alive.
“There’s a chopper waiting for us on the roof of the executive building.” Jett puts his phone down and updates us.
“Perfect.” Kayne swerves, jumping several lanes, cutting off a cab, a delivery truck, and some chick in a sports car. Jesus. I grab the ‘oh shit’ handle of the sedan for dear life.
“You don’t have to kill us on the way there,” I snap, irritated. “That would sort of defeat the purpose!”
