Page 59 of Slaughter

“No.” I whimper. “Please just fuck me,” I beg. After I had his lips on my pussy, it’s throbbing.

“When you deserve to be fucked, Bunny, I’ll fuck you.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask as tears form in my eyes once again. I hate whatever they drugged me with because it messes with my emotions.

He squats beside me so we’re level, and he tilts his head to the side. “You are doing this to yourself.”

“Just let me go, Avery. Please.” I can’t help but beg. I pull on my chains and I hate that they turn me on. I fucking hate myself.

“I can’t do that,” he says softly, letting go of my hair. The side of my face falls to the pillow once again. He runs his hand over my head.

“You might as well kill me,” I whisper.

“You’re no use to me dead,” he says simply.

My heart pounds in my chest, and I fist my cuffed hands.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I open my eyes and look at him. His dark blue eyes search my face. They linger on my cheek where Darrell punched me, then they fall to my lips. I wiggle in my chains, and my pussy starts to throb.

His eyes meet mine. “There is no escape, Bunny. You need to understand that.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

AVERY

I WALK OUT OF HER ROOM. Making my way back down the winding staircase, I head toward my study to find Darrell already waiting for me. “You hit her.” I growl.

He places his hands behind his back and squares his shoulders. “I was instructed to do what was necessary to get her under control.”

“You had a syringe in your hand,” I snap. “That was enough.”

“Sir, I—”

“You need to remember your place,” I interrupt him. “Kayn is in charge of her. You are to follow his orders, and I do believe after the incident on the plane, he told you to keep your hands to yourself. You are to only administer the drug if needed.” He just stands there, looking straight ahead. “Am I understood?” I snap.

“Yes, sir.”

“Get out!”

He walks out, and I fall into my chair behind my desk. I pull a single key out of my pocket and unlock a drawer. Opening it up, I remove her cell phone. I had them bring it from her house because a person’s life is on their phone. This will keep me updated with what is happening back in New York now that she has been taken.

Turning it on, it starts to ding with messages and voicemails.

Where are you? Thought we were meeting at six?

Babe. Where the fuck are you?

I’m still waiting.

I went to your house. You weren’t there. Are you shacked up with some man? Is this like last time when I had to come save you from a cottage up north because your date freaked out and hit you?

Bitch, answer me!

I’m starting to get really worried, babe.

I’m outside your house, and there is a guy trying to get in …

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