Page 147 of They Break Beauty

“I’ll say when it’s enough, now get the fuck out. Tell Royce to bring our guest in.”

Kyle hesitated, his gaze meeting mine.

But then he sucked in a steadying breath and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

“There’s my pretty princess,” Malcolm said, breathing me in. “Mmm, you smell like me. All fucking over.”

I cried out as he pushed me over to the two-way glass.

I threw my palms out to stop myself from smashing my face into it.

And then his body was pushing into mine, while his hand reached under my dirtied dress.

I shuddered as he whispered hauntingly at me ear. “Watch the show and be my good whore and I won’t have hands laid on the boy for two whole days.”

When I didn’t respond, he yanked on my hair at the roots, making me hiss at the biting pain.

“Deal?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good pretty princess.” He played with my hair in a creepy way that had another shudder rolling through me. “Now, you’ve proven far too resilient and I need to remedy that. Can’t have you coming out of this unscathed, can I? What would be the point in all the effort I put into pulling this off? The boy is already close to breaking, now it’s your turn. And lucky for me, Mommy made the foolish mistake of trying to find you on her own, independent of Curt and Roman’s efforts.”

A chill ran down my spine. “Mom?”

“Yes, Penny Walker, the queen of the Steel Dawn MC.”

“No… what have you—”

He slammed inside me, filling me brutally, making me shriek.

Clamping his hand over my mouth, he rocked into me as the door to the interrogation room opened.

My heart lurched as Royce appeared and dragged my mom in. Her jeans and t-shirt were caked in mud, her leather jacket even torn, and her black hair, just like mine, was matted.

“Baby girl!” she shrieked, staring at the glass.

“She can’t see you,” Malcolm told me. “I’ve just had Royce tell her you’re here being railed by me like a good little whore bitch.”

I couldn’t even fight as he tightened his grip on me, then fucked into me like a madman, as Royce slapped my mom hard across the face.

I screamed into his hand as he started beating on her until she collapsed onto the concrete.

“All this fear from you is turning me on. Go on, squeeze my cock, and I’ll make it quick for her, no more drawing it out.”

I couldn’t process any of it, I just shrieked and bucked in his merciless hold.

And then Royce drew a gun.

I couldn’t do a fucking thing as he fired off a shot right through my mom’s skull, blowing her away right before my eyes.

I screamed and screamed, tears pouring down my face.

“Ah, fuck, yeah, that was the shit,” Malcolm grunted as he spilled inside me, then ripped me off him and tossed me onto the concrete on my hands and knees.

“That’s for giving Roman’s heir hope. You’re fucking up my plans. There’s no hope here. You’re my whore, your mom is dead with a failed rescue attempt, and the same will happen to Roman and Curt when they come too.” He yanked on my hair as I balled my eyes out, shuddering and choking on my tears. “Break, bitch,” he spat, then threw open the door and commanded to one of his guys, “Get her back to the chair.”

I snapped back to the immediate moment, working on controlling my breathing, in a bid to prevent another episode from befalling me.

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