Page 65 of Soul Of A Villain

“The Andrey brothers said there won’t be a hunt if we had enough money to buy her outright,” Adam grunted, flipping Londyn onto her back so that she landed with a thud. The air was knocked from her, but she still fought weakly, using her bound hands to pummel his chest until he gripped a handful of her hair and pulled it so hard that she screamed.

“Don’t think that’s going to happen.” The other man shrugged. “I heard it’s every man for himself when it comes to her.”

“They fucking promised they would give us sole consideration Kevin.” Adam stood, dragging Londyn with him and using her hair as a handle. Walking her backward until she hit the opposite wall, he glanced over his shoulder at the other man. “Otherwise, I would have kept her for myself rather than have those two dipshit deputies go through all the fucking trouble to get her here. Your job was to have the deal in place, cousin. You vetted the officers who are going to be hunting her tonight. And as an honorary member of this fucking club and sheriff of this jurisdiction, we trusted you to make sure we were the only ones.”

Londyn took a deep breath, her eyes closing in despair. There was the connection. Adam was related to the county sheriff the ranch operated out of. The sheriff here was a member. Paid and bribed with sex, and God only knew what else, to look the other way from all the illegal activities happening right beneath his nose. Now, things were going a step further. Now, the ones upholding the law would be the monsters breaking it.

“You don’t get it, Adam. The Andreys do whatever the fuck they want, and we go along with it. If they take every penny from every man in this hunt and then decide to keep her for themselves, there’s not a damn thing we can do about it.”

“It’s all bullshit, Kevin.” Adam gripped Londyn’s hair tighter, tugging her head back until she stared at the stark, fluorescent lighting that illuminated the cell. “That looks like an expensive necklace you’re wearing,” he leered, fingering the diamond heart pendant. “Is it real? It fucking looks real. Why would Winter give you something like this when he bought you for the pleasure of killing you once he was done?”

Londyn choked back a cry and pressed her mouth shut, refusing to answer. Maybe it started that way, but things had changed between her and Oliver over the last few weeks. He wanted to keep her safe. He married her to accomplish that. He felt something for her. She knew he did. And if there were a God in heaven, Oliver would come for her. He wouldn’t abandon her to this hell on earth. To these monsters.

Oliver Winter was a true killer but deep in her heart, in her soul, Londyn knew one thing for certain when it came to her husband. He was a villain, but he washervillain.

Kevin chimed in, “It’s fucking real. Only problem is there’s no way to remove it. Some kind of locking mechanism. Someone said the only way to get it off is with a special key.”

“Oh, that’s not the only way,” Adam smirked, hooking two fingers into the choker and jerking so close that her face was only inches from his. Londyn stared into his dark eyes, horrified by the unspoken insinuation. “Is it, Londyn? I’ve got an idea of how we can get it off.

Kevin stepped forward, his boots ringing hollow on the stone floor. “Come on, Adam. You can’t be serious right now. Cutting her fucking head off isn’t an option. Not if you want to make it off this ranch alive. I suggest you get what you came here for, and let’s go. The guards will only look the other way for so long. I’m not giving them more money just so you can get your dick wet before the hunt starts tonight.”

“But I’m fucking owed something. I deserve everything I can get from this little bitch and more.” Adam rubbed his nose alongside Londyn’s, laughing when she strained her head away. “You know. Londyn, your sister was a great fuck. And we had fun until she pissed me off. Threatening to tell my wife about me and her. Saying she was going to report me for all the illegal shit I’ve done. She had to be silenced. I had to do it. You get that, don’t you, Londyn? Sometimes, surviving means keeping your mouth shut. The way you two grew up, I’m surprised that lesson didn’t sink in. Keep the secrets; live another day, right?”

“You are pathetic,” Londyn breathed. “After everything you did to her, my sister is still stronger than you will ever be. And I will do what she couldn’t. I’m going to kill you. I don’t know how, but I will. And when Paris takes her last breath, she’ll know you are finally where you belong. In Hell.”

Adam laughed, pushing Londyn to her knees, where she landed with a sob. “That’s a lot of big talk for a girl stuck in a cell and wearing handcuffs. Let’s see if you can do something else with that mouth of yours besides making empty threats.”

“You know you can’t fuck her, Adam. There’s no time for that, and the Andreys will have your head on a spike if you even try it,” Kevin commented dryly, but he came closer, his eyes darkening with lust as his cousin held Londyn by the hair. “But a little blow job wouldn’t hurt anyone; I’d like to get on that action.”

“Fuck yeah,” Adam breathed, pulling Londyn away from the wall so that Kevin could stand behind her. “Grab her arms and hold them over her head. Get them out of the way so she can’t scratch me.” Unbuckling his pants, he waited for Kevin to follow his instructions. Londyn screamed as the other man yanked her arms high, pulling them behind her head at the same time until it stretched her body while she was still kneeling.

Adam kicked her thighs apart, stepping between them until she was trapped. “Shhhh, no screaming unless you want the guards to join in. We’re doing you a favor right now, Londyn. You only have to suck two cocks… not five or six.” Jerking her head back, he stared into her wide, frightened eyes. “If you even think about biting me, I’ll yank out every goddamn tooth in your head and fuck the bloody mess left behind.”

A second later, he jammed his hard dick into Londyn’s mouth, forcing it down her throat while she choked and spat in terrified revulsion. Grabbing the back of her head, Adam grunted in satisfaction, thrusting harder, deeper, holding his position for several seconds until she couldn’t breathe. Her face was pressed tightly against his pelvis, the curly hair of his groin smashed into her skin, suffocating her. If there were anything in her stomach to bring up, Londyn would have vomited right then and there. All she could do was gag, swallow, and survive.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s so fucking good. Fucking little whore. You like sucking cock, don’t you? I think you might be better at it than your sister was. Did Winter teach you how to give head like that? Did you like it when he shoved his dick down your throat like this?” Leaning back, Adam withdrew from her mouth, using his dick to slap her cheeks and rub the head of it around her parted lips as she drew in deep, gasping breaths.

“I loved it when Oliver did it. I swallowed his cock the best I could, but he’s huge, and I could only fit so much of him in,” she choked out, glaring up at the sheriff with hate-filled eyes as she let out a little sympathetic laugh. “Can’t say the same for you, Adam. Because your dick is so damn tiny, I hardly even know it’s there. Paris told me once how small it was. How she always had to get herself off after sex with you because your tiny dick couldn’t do the job. We laughed about it for hours.”

There was a moment of stunned silence in the cell, and then Kevin burst out laughing. “Oh, shit! What the fuck… oh man, the fucking balls on this girl. Darling,” he spoke from behind Londyn, unable to control his hilarity at his cousin’s expense while gripping her wrists so tight that the handcuffs bit into her flesh. “That’s some funny shit. Not the smartest thing to say right now, but funny as hell.”

Londyn’s eyes watered helplessly as Adam’s face reddened. His eyes molted in pitch-black caverns as he stared down at her. Bracing herself, she knew what was coming, but the blow made her ears ring. Ebony waves crashed over her, threatening to drag her down. She heard him speaking as if from a great distance as he shoved his cock back into her mouth, thrusting so hard and fast that he bruised the inside of her cheeks and the back of her throat.

“Fucking little bitch. Do you think this is funny? Or let me guess. This is some of that reverse psychology bullshit you learned in college,” he muttered. “Well, maybe you can analyze this for me. You just talked yourself into a session, not just me and Kevin, but every fucking guard. They’re all going to get a piece of you now. Give you a damn fine reason to go to therapy. Kinda a shame you won’t live long enough to benefit from it, though.”

When he pulled out again, he grabbed her hair even tighter, laughing as Londyn retched. “I like hearing a woman choke on my dick. But I like hearing her scream even more. And I’m going to make you scream. I promise you that.”

A commotion going on beyond the cell door snagged his attention as he taunted Londyn. She could barely hear anything over the ringing in her ears, but it sounded like fireworks, accompanied by shouting and clanging metal doors.

“What the fuck is going on out there?” he snapped at his cousin while making sure that Londyn didn’t throw up on his shoes.

“Shit, who knows?” Kevin replied, using the handcuffs like a handle to keep Londyn’s arms hoisted even higher. The awkward position made it difficult to dry heave, and she choked and wheezed, frantic to spit out the taste of him. “Sounds like some kind of argument between the guards, which isn’t surprising. They’re as fucking crazy as the damn Russians running this place.”

“Maybe they’re watching us through the little window there. Maybe they’re getting all riled up, fighting over who’s gonna be next to fuck this hot mouth of yours. But I’m using you first. Then Kevin. The rest of them will get their turn once we’re done with you.” Adam’s hand was so tight in Londyn’s hair that she thought it was coming out at the roots. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard when I catch you in the hunt. And I’ll enjoy watching my fellow officers fuck you to the point of death. That’s what I should have done with your sister. I should have taken her out in the woods and arranged my own little hunt. I could have buried her out in the pines; no one would have ever known what happened to her. She would have been just another white-trash whore who moved on to find new guys to fuck.”

“Paris trusted you. You used her. Beat her,” Londyn choked out. “And-and you raped her, then shot her up with drugs once she realized what an animal you were.”

Adam grabbed his dick at the base, ready to thrust between her lips as his jaw tightened. His erection was hard, angry red veins popping up along its ugly length. “She loved every minute of it. Why do you think she stayed with me as long as she did? Guess you don’t know your sister as well as you think.”

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