Page 14 of Royally Lucky

“Close your lips around me and suck. Do not bite, or there will be consequences. I promise you won’t like what happens to those who disobey me.” The man shifted closer so that his larger body pressed against her side while the thumb inside her mouth pushed onto her tongue. Her gag reflex threatened to make her hurl. Only the fear of being beaten kept her from yacking all over his ass.

Obeying his order, she closed her lips around him, doing what he said. Her mind shut down, going away from the here and now.

“Ah, you will be a lovely addition to my collection.” He pulled back. Sutton’s mouth made a pop, bringing her attention to his words. She blinked, focusing on her surroundings.

“What do you mean?” Her voice came out a raspy croak. God, she needed water.

He gave her cheek a little slap. “Don’t play dumb, cagna. First, I’ll use you to break that Bastardo Kendrick, and then I’ll have my fun with you. After I finish using you for my desires, I’ll send you to be with my other treasures until you’re of no use.”

He stood, making the bed shake. There was no mistaking the bulge as he adjusted himself. “I’d have you take care of this if I had more time.” His hand patted her head like she was a pet or child. “No worries, pet. It won’t take me long to get back to you. Do you need anything before I go?”

The fucker repulsed her. He talked about raping her as if speaking about the weather.

She tried to swallow past the lump in her throat. “Can I have some water, please?”

His hand brushed down the back of her head, making her flinch. “Don’t do that. I’m trying to be nice. Since you said please, I will grant you something to drink. Look at your surroundings. I don’t even have you restrained.”

Breathe. Wait. Stay Calm. Escape.

“Thank you.” She figured he wanted praise. Men like him liked having their egos stroked.

“See, I knew you would be perfect. Kendrick is probably going out of his mind wondering what has happened to you,” he said, laughing.

Her eyes widened. Now that she wasn’t panicking, Sutton realized he’d said Kendrick’s name before. “Why would he care about what you do with me?”

He smiled wickedly. “Is he not your man? Don’t play me for a fool. The two of you were together when you arrived for thereception. And then one of my people said he saw both of you disappear during the party at that clubhouse.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. The first time I met him was today. I swear, this is a huge misunderstanding. If you let me go, I swear I won’t tell a soul.” Her entire body trembled. Sweat poured down her back and between her breasts, like she’d run a marathon.

“I am not stupido,” he snarled.

Sutton recoiled as he lunged toward her. His face was so close that his hot breath fanned hers. It took all that she had to not recoil in disgust. “Please,” she whispered.

“You beg so prettily, pet. I will get you that drink and do some checking. If you lied, there will be consequences,” he warned.

Spittle from his words hit her face. Before he pulled back, he brushed a finger down her cheek, following the path with his tongue. “So soft. Fragile. I can’t wait to break you.”

The moment he turned and walked out the door, she wiped her face with the backs of her hands, wishing she could erase his touch and memory from her mind.

How long would it take for him to bring her something to drink? Would he make her wait until he confirms she hadn’t lied?

Sutton pushed her legs forward, wincing at the slight ache from keeping them held against her chest for so long. She needed to get up and walk around. The fear of being caught in a vulnerable position held her in place. “Like being on a bed isn’t worse,” she whispered.

She’d sworn never to be a victim again. If, at fourteen, she could look in the mirror and not see a shattered, utterly broken girl full of anguish after a horrifying experience, then this wouldn’t break her either.

Wait. Escape. Survive.

The familiar mantra filled her mind, heart, and body, strengthening her. Failure would be her death.

Chapter Seven

The floor froze her bare feet. Concrete walls and floor surely meant she was in a basement. The moment she took the first step, a harsh reminder of the fall on the side of the road rushed back as a sharp pain zinged from her ankle up her leg. Not a stranger to pain, Sutton pushed the ache to the back of her mind.

One step after another, she walked across the small space and back, counting fifteen paces before turning around. She made a complete circuit before walking the entire room again. The twelve-by-fifteen space was larger than her childhood bedroom, which didn’t say much.

Her eyes watered at the stench in the farthest corner from the bed. The scent of sweat, puke, and feces assailed her senses—a combination from her childhood. If she stumbled across the suffocating smell of wet dog, the universe could go fuck itself. To her relief, the one corner appeared to be the only one that reeked, which meant several things. The room didn’t have a restroom. They’d held others captive there. She wouldn't be allowed to leave if she had to use the restroom. Fuck.

She managed to catch herself before falling onto the bed face first and smacking herself on the nasty-looking mattress. It was one thing to wake up on a gross bed and even sit on it. Immediately twisting, she sat down on her ass. Where was her kidnapper? Was he planning all the ways he would kill her? Would he rape her first and then beat her before slitting her throat? Her heart began to race with fear.

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