Page 120 of When Kings Fall

Urgh. A fully body shudder took me. “You’re demented. Don’t take another step.”

“I’m not going to, you are.”

I snatched up a sharp piece of rubble and readied it. “Take your chances then.”

He laughed, a nasty unhinged laugh. And then he took aim at Levi’s unconscious form.

“No!” I screamed.

That laugh sounded again and he pulled his aim away. “I’ll shoot your boyfriend to death unless you be my good little bitch like before.”

“What?” I croaked.

“You’re gonna turn around and press your hands to the wall. Then you’ll pull your pants down to your ass and arch your back. You’ll maintain that position no matter what.” His eyes rolled back in his head. “No matter how I use you.”

“You’re beyond sick.”

“And you’ve got serious delusions of grandeur thinking coming at me would play out any other way than this, thinking you could overpower and win against me. I ruined you, you see. You’re still that girl held captive by me, the girl I turned into my bitch whore. And you always will be. You’re fucking well damaged. So, how about you just accept that and lean into it? Spare your boyfriend in the process. Drop the piece of concrete, turn around and obey, pretty princess.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the piece of sharp debris in my hand.

He took aim at Levi again. “Now!” he bellowed. “The least you can do is open to me after the shit storm you’ve caused tonight! Now do it, become my whore again!”

He took a step toward me, but pulled up short at the sound of rushed footsteps coming from down the stairwell below. He swung around with his gun just as two of his Osiris members appeared.

“Perfect timing,” he said, turning his aim back to me, then gesturing with his free hand at Levi. “There’s still a path through the wreckage up there. Take him in there and haul him over the balcony. Make sure you get a nice video of it so we can send it along to Roman. It’ll break that fucker and the whole Knight dynasty will die tonight. Then we’ll swoop in while it’s ripe for the taking.”

“No!” I screamed, as the guys hauled Levi up between them and started dragging him away.

I lost control and bolted forward, only to be pistol-whipped by Lynch.

My head swimming, I fell back against the wall, and he fisted his hand in my hair, shoving his gun against my throat, as he used the painful hold to drag me through the wreckage and back into the penthouse.

I struggled and every time I did, he pushed the muzzle harder into my flesh.

“If you’re a good girl once we get to the couch, I’ll taste you first before I bounce you on my dick.”

“Call your men off! Call them off now!”

“Huh, not being a good girl.” He ripped me around by my hair and then I was tossed onto the couch right near the balcony where the guys were opening the doors and struggling to haul Levi’s deadweight out there. No! God, no!

I tried to bolt off the couch to go to Levi, but Lynch pounced on me and shoved his gun to my forehead.

“Pull down your pants. Now.”

The fear rolling through me slammed up against my absolute terror for Levi.

“Stop them and I will.”

He grunted and called out, “Five minutes! Leave him!”

I strained to see them putting Levi down on the patio, then the two of them coming back into the room.

“That comes at a price. They’re gonna watch as I tear you apart.” He hissed at my ear. “Change of plans. Gonna break your ass open this time. Can’t fucking wait.”

Don’t freeze up. Don’t freeze up.

I could feel an episode coming on, trying to claw its way to the surface.

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