Page 59 of A Love Like Venom

His fingers squeeze on my throat before releasing me. Before I can make any sudden move Razor jumps over the counter landing right in front of me.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Grace start to approach him from behind with her fist rising slowly in the air. But before she can attack another one of the brothers catches her. Leaping over the table he restricts Grace from trying to save me.

Razor's hand comes to grip my jaw. My bones already ache from the pressure he's applying. "It's going to be so much fun breaking you in. You can cover up that mark all you want but it doesn't change the fact that you belong to me. Every fucking part of you. Shall I prove my point in showing you just how much?"

My body trembles from his vicious threat. Ice shoots its way down my spine leaving me paralyzed. All I can do is stare in the eyes of the devil. It's when I hear Grace whimper in pain, I begin to plead with him. "Please, let her go."

"You want me to let her go?"

"Yes. This is between you and me. Not her."

He tilts his head to the side pretending like he's considering my words. "Then maybe we should continue this somewhere private, don't you think? If it really is between you and I."

I swallow pass the lump in my throat. My eyes cut to Grace being held in a death grip by Blade. The man who isn't afraid to use his knives at any given moment. Not wanting any harm to happen to her I agree with Razor, "Yes but only if you let her go."

"Blade, let her go," he orders him, and I hear the thud of Grace when she hits the floor.

Wanting to go to her and comfort her I can't with Razor breathing down on me and an iron vice grip on my jaw. "Let's gomyAlice. Time to show you how sweet I can really be."

Removing his hand from my jaw he takes me by the wrists and drags me along with him. As he cuts through the back of the bar I'm digging in my heels. Having enough of my disobedience he stops and throws me over his shoulder. With his hands clamped around the back of my thighs I can't escape him.

Raising my head, I catch a glimpse of Grace on the floor with tears in her eyes. The men around her hoot and holler as they watch Razor take me away.

As he carries me further away and down the hall, I can feel the dread in my stomach grow. The uneasiness traveling its way up my throat. I try my hardest to resist him but there isn't much I can do. What I can do is beat myself fists relentlessly upon his back. I hammer them down until my knuckles turn red.

When he opens the back door, the one to his office and I hear the lock click behind him my fists pound harder.

"Enough!" He bellows. I can feel the anger vibrate through his body. The sudden outburst strikes fear in my heart. My hands come to a stop as my body freezes.

Then throwing me off his shoulder he plasters me up against the wall. Moving my head to the left I can see the door in sight.

If I can slip through his hands maybe I'll be able to escape. My hands frantically go to reach for my keys in my front pocket, but they come up empty.

No! No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck!

They must've fallen out of these ridiculously small pockets when he launched me over his shoulder.

God damn it!

He chuckles darkly. "My sweet Alice. You have no escape now do you?" His hands then move across my body with no finesse. It's all rough fingers and harsh grabs. Each time I try to squirm away from him his touches only become rougher.

Vomit presses at the back of my throat but I swallow it down.

"Please," I try to reason with him, but his smile only widens. He really is the devil. A man without a soul.

"I love to hear you beg." God, he sickens me. Fucking repulsing. Then his mouth crashes down on mine. The unwanted taste of his lips causing me to smash mine shut. His mouth demands entrance, it's insistent. He forces his tongue in my mouth, breaking the seal of my lips. He tastes wrong. It's vile. It's disgusting.

As he tries to kiss me deeper I bite down on his tongue. The taste of metallic enters my mouth. Not caring at all about the bitter taste I bite down harder.

He hisses and then releases me from his lips. With his one hand encased around my throat he takes his other and wipes the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "I see how it is. You want to play rough? Let's play rough."

Reaching the inside of his cut he takes out the razor blade that has given him the name he's known for. I'm mentally preparing myself for him to brand me once again. I'm counting to ten as he raises the blade and brings it to the center of my chest.

Then he does something else instead. Taking the razor blade, he starts cutting my black v neck shirt. He cuts it all the way to the bottom to where my shirt is split wide in the middle. My old worn black bra is on full display and I can see him eyeing my breasts.

I would rather have him brand me again than to put his fingers anywhere near my breasts.

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