Page 63 of Psyop Kings

I nearly squeal in relief when I see the door is slightly ajar, a doorstopper keeping it open. Tears well in my eyes, but I blink them away so I can focus.

It takes immense self-control not to burst through the door, but I’m too close to get careless now. Carefully, I slip into the expansive garage, scanning the area for threats. My heels clack loudly on the stained concrete floor as I scramble to find the key fob in my clutch. As soon as I have the device in my hand, I mash the unlock button, curious to see what vehicle I’ll be driving.

The Maserati’s lights blink to life.

You have to be kidding me.

There’s no way this car is getting me through the snow. But I have no choice but to try. With a curse under my breath, I start for the ridiculous car. Before I reach it, someone grabs me from behind, a firm hand covering my mouth to stifle my scream.

“You didn’t think you’d escape that easily, little girl,” Caius hisses against the shell of my ear.

I try to kick at him, but all I end up doing is losing my heels.

“Scream and he’ll hear you. You donotwant him to hear you.”

My whole body freezes in his grip.

Him? Who’shim?

“That’s a good girl. Now open your mouth. It’ll make what needs to happen a helluva lot easier.”

This horrible man pushes a pill into my mouth, forcing it down my throat until I swallow it down. Then he bends me over the hood of the car. With his hand on my back, holding me down, he hikes my dress up over my hips.

“I’m going to need to take these off,” Caius says, grabbing onto my thong. “Don’t worry, Romy, you don’t have to do anything but enjoy the ride.”

Oh. My. God.

Romy

I’m stunned and terrified, but I sense more to this interaction than Caius wanting to pay me back for trying to escape. Had he wanted to rape me, he’d have done it plenty of times before now.

He’d mentionedhimand the dangerous warning in his tone chilled me to the bone.

Was he talking about his father?

My skin is tingly, and I realize he’s reverently stroking my ass cheek. What’s alarming is it sends jolts of pleasure spiking through me.

Is it the pill he gave me?

I cry out in shock when he flips me onto my back. The hard planes of the metal hood bruise my shoulder blade and spine that press against it. Fear keeps me immobilized as I take in the monster before me.

Wickedly handsome is a phrase that perfectly describes Caius. A malevolent glint flashes in his dark eyes and his nostrils flare as though he can smell the fear on me.

Or maybe it’s my arousal he picked up on.

Shame fights for the forefront of the feelings coursing through me. I truly hate this man—this entire family—and yet I find myself attracted to him in such a horrifying moment.

If you convince yourself you want it, it won’t be so traumatic.

I doubt the pill has had a chance to infiltrate my consciousness, but my brain has sedated me into relaxing and accepting what’s to come.

“This will be quick,” Caius purrs, voice deceptively calm. “I need to feel you, love, and stake my claim. You know how jealous I get when you flirt with my brothers.”

I frown at his words. He’s not jealous because we’re not really dating. This is most definitely all an act for an unseen audience. I’m jolted from my inner thoughts when he starts unbuckling his belt. His calculating gaze devours my nakedness between my open thighs. A tremor of desire ripples through me.

I’m unable to look away as he unzips his pants and then pushes them, along with his boxers, down his thighs. His thick, veiny cock bounces out once freed, and he immediately starts stroking it. I’m both in awe and freaked the hell out by the sheer size of it.

It’s long and incredibly thick.

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