Page 24 of Golden Knight

“Clean it up, bitch,” one of the men of The Wolves yells in my face. I look down at the plate he dropped on the ground. He did it on purpose too, but he is acting as if it’s somehow my fault. I wasn’t even in the same room, I was locked up in my cell. They came down, grabbed me, and forced me into the kitchen screaming at me.

I kneel to pick up the pieces of the broken plate. I hiss, grabbing my finger, and I see blood dripping down my hand. Shit, I cut myself.

“Hurry up,” the voices yell from behind me.

I try to ignore them and continue to gather the pieces quickly. I hear footsteps as they move closer and closer.

My heart starts to race as I continue to ignore the cut on my hand and move to throw the pieces away. When I turn toward the trash, one of the men is standing behind me. I try not to let the fear of what could happen show on my face. I learned quickly after getting here to keep my face as neutral as possible because many of these bastards get off on the fear.

“I said hurry up.”

“I’m sorry…I cut my hand,” I sputtered out, holding up my hand to show him.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He spits in my face then pulls his hand back and he smacks me. I don’t make a sound even though I can feel the burn from his hand on my cheek. I try to move around him to walk toward the trash, but his arm makes contact with my stomach, stopping me from moving.

“You should already have this cleaned up,” he sneers at me.

I can’t help what I say next, the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. “I can’t clean it up if you keep stopping me.”

Before I can brace, he punches me in the face. I feel my nose snap and blood drips. I bring my hand back up to stop the pain, when the man grabs me, pulls his arm back, and then hits my face again as he screams, “Don’t talk to me like that ever again, you fucking whore.”

My body falls to the ground, as my head swims. I fold in on myself to help protect my body from the kicking that I’m now enduring from the man above me. If I want to live, if I want to have more of a life than being beaten and serving these dirtbags, I need to get out of here. No, I will get out of here. With those thoughts, everything goes black.

Chapter seventeen

Amber

Men surround me as I force myself to relax enough to take in the oxygen to allow a scream to be forced from my lips. I need to get these men away from me. I try to crawl. The faster I get away the better.

I wake gasping for air. I place my hand on my chest, trying to relax but I can’t. Closing my eyes I try to take a deep breath but I can’t get the oxygen into my lungs. When I open them again hazel eyes are all I see and then a deep voice fills my ears. “Amber, you're safe.”

Large arms wrap tightly around me. When I take one last deep breath, I smell pine and bergamot, instantly relaxing me.

“Jake,” I mutter.

“That’s right, sunshine. It’s me. I’m here with you. Leave your demons behind.

“They’re after me,” I whisper.

“Who’s after you?”

“The Wolves.”

“It’s okay, baby. It was just a nightmare,” he whispers in my ear.

The room around me comes into focus and it’s not a room I recognize. “Where are we?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“We’re at my house. In my bedroom specifically.”

Suddenly I’m very aware of how close Jake is to me and my body responds. Goosebumps pop up along my arms, my nipples pebble, and my clit starts to throb. I need him.

I turn my body so I’m facing him, thoughts of him being inside of me helping me forget that I’m going to have to leave. I’m going to have to move on and leave him behind.

I push my lips against him, licking the seam of his lips as he opens. I need to be closer to him, I wrap my legs around him, positioning my clit against his pelvic bone, and start rubbing against him. All I can think about is trying to relieve myself of this need, to forget the nightmares of the past.

Jake grips my shoulders pulling away.

“Please, Jake.”

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