Page 42 of Lorcan

He gripped my hip, moving his hands underneath, his soft fingers grazing over my sensitive flesh. I wanted to throw up at his touch, but I didn’t want to give him a reason to rejoice. He didn’t deserve it.

His fingers grazed over the button of my jeans and undid it. I tried to jangle the chains to alert someone outside to intervene but they were pulled tight, just as I had asked. The cuffs around my wrist cut against my wrist, but didn’t move. He pulled my jeans over my hips, baring my skin.

“Ah, quite the lacy underwear you have on,” he whispered in my ear. His breath on the sensitive bit of my ear had my body shaking. “Who is that for?”

I bit my lip so I didn’t speak. I could taste blood on my tongue from how hard I was biting down as he moved the elastic of my panties over my ass and bared it.

“Such a perfect ass,” he said, smoothing his hands over it. “It’s a shame to let this go.”

He grabbed a handful of my flesh and squeezed.

“Fuck, one more fuck would be worth it with you chained like this, I could do the one thing I’ve always wanted to and cum in this ass.”

Tears fell down my cheeks, soundlessly, as I realised there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I closed my eyes and waited for whatever he wanted to do to take place because at the end of the day, I’d make damn sure he got what was coming to him later.

For now, I needed to find an inner place to go and survive this.

Because I knew I had it in me to survive.

Lorcan

I held the gun up to the guy’s face to show him I wasn’t playing games, and the other hand was out, waiting for the keys.

He backed up, his hands in the air as he looked over at the wall of keys to the boats he had outside.

“Kill, get one of them.”

He did, grabbing the keys to the speedboat.

“Was that so fucking hard?” I asked, feeling my anger rise quickly. I moved the position of the gun and shot his foot. He let out a howl of pain as he tried to hold it before I grabbed the keys off Killian and marched toward the dock.

“You could have finished him off,” Killian said.

“No time,” I told him. “I need to get on that damn boat before she does something stupid.”

Killian, Conor and Jye were behind me as I located the boat and jumped up. They took care of the mooring as I located the ignition and pushed the boat out of the marina and toward the open water. From what I’d been told, Percy kept himself well away from any land to ensure he could continue to live without being arrested. It was going to take us a while to find him, but I knew the general direction he stayed in.

“Get ready,” I yelled over the sound of the crashing waves against the front of the boat as I sped through the water. “Once we get on board, I’m shooting any motherfucker who gets in our way.”

“Percy is an ally,” Conor yelled.

“If he stands in my way, he’s a fucking enemy,” I yelled back at him. “Tell me…would you allow anyone to do this to Tee?”

His face contorted into anger at the mention of his woman who he hadn’t seen in weeks. “No.”

“Then shut the fuck up,” I yelled as I pushed the lever down on the boat to floor it. We were bouncing on the waves and landing hard, but within a few minutes, I saw that the land was disappearing and a boat was coming into view in the distance.

“We keep this speed up,” Jye yelled. “We’ll be there in five minutes.”

I fucking hoped so, my mind was going to all kinds of dark places knowing she was on that damn boat.

As we neared the yacht, I slowed down and looked for the side of the boat to hook the rope onto. The super yacht was an expensive luxury boat, but it also meant getting onto it was ridiculously easy. Conor, Killian and Jye all readied themselves to jump on board as I pulled up beside it. Immediately, I heard the pop of guns being loaded on the deck. I grabbed my own gun and pulled it from my waistband as I jumped up, ready to face whatever the fuck was coming. Halen, a good friend of ours came forward, his gun aimed at my head before he dropped it.

“What the fuck, Lor?”

“Where is she?”

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