Page 65 of Wicked Oath

“Look at me,” he says. When I do, he leans down and kisses me hard. “I love you, Delaney. No matter what happens, I will always love you, okay?”

“Please don’t talk like that,” I say tearfully. “I love you too, Talon.”

“Shit,” he hisses. I look to the cabin and see Vince and Logan come out. They are talking to Andrew and Katy but out of nowhere, Vince and Logan pull a pistol out from their waistband and squeeze the trigger. Andrew and Katy hit the ground before they can even react. The scream that comes out of me is shrill and broken as I fall hysterical.

Logan and Vince open the door, and we are dragged out of the vehicle. I am crying so hard that I can’t see straight. When Logan tries to make me walk, I trip, and he shoves me to the ground. I scream out in pain when Logan kicks me in the side.

“Stop!” Talon screams at him. “Stop it!”

“Aww, poor little Tally has a heart after all,” Logan mocks as he drags me up from the ground. When we get into the cabin, everything moves so fast. My hands are freed, but I am immediately shoved over a table where my hands are tied with thick rope so that I am stretched across and my feet are hardly touching the ground. They take the handcuffs off Talon, but Logan puts a pistol to the side of my head while Vince bends him over the table across from me. A rope is running from under me, through my arms, and to the other side where Talon is. We are restrained in a way that puts us nose to nose. I don’t know why they did this. Maybe it’s to try and embarrass us, but all it’sgoing to do is allow us to seek comfort in one another. I have my head rested on his arms and he has his on mine. We are able to position ourselves so that we can turn our heads and face one another. We stay entirely focused on each other as our clothes are cut off.

I start to close my eyes when one of them grabs my hips, but Talon stops me. “Eyes on me, baby,” he says almost inaudibly. Despite how calm he seems, he flinches when one of them touches him. I can feel the way his body trembles and it breaks my heart. He is terrified and there is nothing I can do to help him.

I whimper in pain when Logan grunts as he shoves his way into my vagina and Talon tenses when Vince forces into him. It is almost as if they’re in sync when they both start to quicken their thrusts. Pain pulses through me as the friction creates a burning pain in my pelvis and tears are dripping off my face to the table below. Talon is trying his hardest not to cry but when I move my face closer so that we are touching, the floodgates open. Sobs shake through his body and hearing that brings a level of anger to the surface that I’ve never experienced before.

“Look at him. He’s crying for Daddy, just like he always does,” Vince groans. “You gonna come for Daddy, big boy? I know your fat ass is hard as fuck right now.”

Rage boils inside of me, hearing the way he is degrading my husband. It suddenly makes sense on why Talon was so touchy in the beginning about me looking at him. He was so defensive and it’s because he thought I was judging his size. He is beautiful inside and out, and I will spend the rest of my fucking life making sure he knows just how much I adore his body. I neverconsidered that men could be self-conscious about their size or appearance, but now I know. Now I can do better and make sure he knows that I love every inch of him.

Vince leans down to reach around Talon to grab his dick and a growl comes out of me that grabs Vince’s attention. “Something to say?” Vince asks me. Talon shakes his head at me, so I keep my mouth shut. “That’s what I thought, bitch.”

Logan eventually comes before backing away. Vince comes next but continues to torture Talon by jerking him off. I am distracted by Talon, so I don’t realize what Logan is doing until the belt slaps across my back. I scream in pain as Logan hits me over and over again. Talon groans deeply and it sounds more like a pained growl as he is forced to come. When Vince finally stops, so does Logan.

“Fucking pathetic,” Vince laughs at us as we cry together. Our faces are pressed together, trying to provide as much comfort as I can. I manage to flip my hands palm side up, allowing my hands to press against his abdomen. I can gently stroke his skin with my thumbs. My movements are small but he relaxes.

“When is Grim coming to get her?” Logan asks Vince.

“In the morning,” Vince replies. “We have all night to play with them. Once she’s gone, we can set everything up so that when the cops get here it just looks like a murder suicide.”

Fuck. They’re going to make it look like Talon killed the detectives and maybe even me. Grim is Fang’s dad, which meansI am most definitely going to be sold. I have confidence that Jude will find us. He has to…

Vince and Logan walk out of the cabin and Talon is quiet. I am losing my goddamn mind with anger, and I can’t make myself calm down. I reach a boiling point where the thoughts are so loud that I involuntarily hit my head on the table, trying to get my brain to slow down.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Stop, Laney,” Talon says softly.

“I’m so angry,” I growl. “I am so fucking angry, and I don’t know how to calm down.”

“I know, baby. I know,” he sighs. “Jude will find us. I promise. You just have to trust me, okay?”

“I trust you,” I whisper. “I’m scared.”

“Me too,” he says simply.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Nothing I can’t handle. Are you okay?”

“I’m pretty numb right now, but I know I’ll feel it later,” I remark. “I feel out of my mind. I’m not upset. I’m just mad. I’m mad that they were mean to you. I am mad that he hurt you. I just want to fucking kill them, but I can’t.”

“He was hitting you pretty hard,” he remarks.

“Yeah. I don’t think I’m bleeding, but I will probably be bruised,” I say. “I guess bruises heal.”

“No one is selling you,” he says matter-of-factly.

“They’re going to make it look like you killed us all.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “It sounds like it. They will get to us before then, though.”

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