Page 36 of Slaughter

“Line it up …” He pulls back the stick, and I bite my bottom lip, closing my left eye. He presses his hips into my ass, and I suck in a breath of surprise.

“Mitch!”

He pushes my hand forward just as his name is called out. I stand straight up when I hear Avery’s voice. Spinning around, I take a step to the side just as Avery’s fist connects with Mitch’s face.

I storm into the bathroom once again, stripping off my shirt. It’s all I’m dressed in since I left my shorts downstairs in the formal dining room. Opening the shower door, I get in and slam it behind me.

I turn on the water and then fall to my already bruised knees and bend over. As I place my face in my hands, my screams of frustration quickly turn to sobs.

My fingers tingle from the blood circulation returning, and my hips hurt from the table. My head still throbs, and the bastard didn’t even offer me any Advil. Now my mouth is sore from his cock fucking it. And his taste lingers.

But I can handle all of that.

It’s the throbbing between my legs that has me in tears. I’m not a sex addict per se, but I have to get off.

I place my hand between my thighs and push a finger into myself. My other hand reaches up to massage my breasts. Closing my eyes, I try to concentrate on my body and calm my tears. I won’t let him do this to me.

Edging? I have never heard of it before. But when he explained it, I knew where he learned it. From our fathers. The sick bastards would use it to control their slaves. To make them beg them to come. To make them feel in control. And he is not! I control myself, my body!

He’s crazy to get me that close and then think I can wait all night. And that’s if he lets me get off when he gets home.

My thumb runs over my clit, and I whimper, opening my eyes. I freeze when I see a camera in the corner. It looks down at me. A red light glows, and I swallow the shame when I feel him watching me.

I fucking own you.

No! You don’t!

He did once, and it ended up costing me everything. I’m not gonna let him do this to me again. No matter what he says, this is my body, and I’m going to do whatever I want to it.

I allow my head to fall back again as my fingers begin to work in and out of me. My pussy is soaked from my arousal and his cum. And I remember how he took me. So dominant, controlling, and all man. And it disgusts me that I actually liked it.

That sensation starts to build. My breath comes faster, and my knees push farther apart. I’m already so close. Within seconds, I come with a soft cry on my lips. My head falls forward, and my chest heaves with my breathing. I give the camera a smile before I stand on shaky legs and place my head under the showerhead.

A smug smile forms on my lips.

You don’t control me, Avery. I’ll prove it to you.

After my shower, I make my way into the closet again, avoiding that damn bunny. I find a black dress that is off the shoulders and down to my knees. The material is slinky and cool against my skin.

I decide against shoes since I’m not allowed to go anywhere. Although he left for work, the house is full of men. I remembered two of them from the other night, and I know they have orders to do whatever is necessary to keep me in line. If I’m gonna have any chance at getting free, I gotta play this smart. I make my way to my bedroom door and open it. Stepping out into the hallway, I decide to go looking around the house.

He said I couldn’t run. He never said I couldn’t explore the house.

I open every door I come to and find nothing but bedrooms. They all look the same with large beds and bare walls. The closets and bathrooms all are empty, so it makes me wonder who occupied mine before he brought me here.

I make my way down to the first floor and find an office. It’s got a big black desk that’s sits to the right with a fireplace across from it and a bookshelf to the left. A glass coffee table sits in the middle with a black leather couch and two high-back chairs. He must spend a lot of time in here.

I smile when I see the computer on his desk. I practically run over to it and sit down at the desk. I press the enter key, and the screen illuminates. I frown when it requires a password. Of course. I go to type out his name but then stop, my fingers hovering over the keys. He probably has it set up to alert him when someone types in the wrong one. Avery never was an idiot like Preston.

I reach over and grab the phone that sits on his desk. Line dead. “Fuck!” I shove it to the floor. I yank on all the drawers to the desk, but they’re all locked.

Letting out a growl, I sit back and blow the loose strands of hair from my face in annoyance. What the hell am I supposed to do? Does he really expect me to just sit around this mansion all day and night doing nothing?

Why am I here?

My friend will be looking for me. Does my brother know I’m here? If so, will he come and get me? Doubt it. Preston can be a little coward. He never did like getting his hands dirty unless it involved women who could make him money and he could fuck. I’m neither.

A bottle of scotch over in the corner on the minibar catches my attention, and I get up to grab it. A drink sounds good.

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