Page 357 of Filthy Elites

“You still love me?”

I nod again more desperately.

He leans in, trailing his lips across my jaw and making the hair stand up on my arms. “Even after all the twisted shit I’ve done to you?”

My heart is in my stomach, but I nod. “Yes.”

His lips tug up as he pulls his thumb out of my mouth and leans back. He looks down at me, but there’s no humor in his eyes. “I don’t know if you mean that, mermaid. I think you’re drowning again, but this time, I’ve done enough bad shit that you’re willing to pull me down to save yourself.”

“I do mean it,” I say tearfully, disappointment swelling inside me because I know I’m running out of time, and I’m not getting through to him. He’s still doubting me.

He’ll never save me if he thinks I’ll tell on him.

“Dare, I mean it. I don’t want to get you in trouble; I just want to go home. Please…”

He pushes his thumb back into my mouth, pushing it deeper this time and gagging me. “I think I’ll take your mouth. I haven’t had it before, and if this is going to be the last time…”

“No, please, Dare.” Tears spring to my eyes. “It doesn’t have to be the last time. Please.”

“That’s it,” he rumbles, watching a tear slide down my cheek. “Cry for me, baby.”

I squeeze more tears out, not because he told me to, but because I can’t stop them.

Dare moves my hands in front of me as Anae comes walking back into the room, and the last flame of hope burns out.

I didn’t convince him, and now I won’t get another chance.

“Loop it around her wrists,” he tells her.

“Dare, please,” I cry. “Please don’t do this to me.”

Anae smiles. “Ew, she’s begging you?”

“Of course she’s begging me.”

She rolls her eyes as she winds the green rope around my wrists. “At least die with a little dignity, you dumb slut.”

Dare smirks. “I don’t know, I kind of like it.”

Anae smiles faintly, but it’s a tolerant, indulgent kind of smile like she finds his depraved comment charming. “You would.”

The fact that his eyes glitter with shared amusement makes my blood run cold.

I feel hopeless and completely empty as Dare watches her tie the knot in the rope binding my hands together. I may have gotten one last moment withmyboyfriend, but now I’m trapped beneath the weight ofhers.

I stop begging even though he’s not covering my mouth anymore. Dare’s hand slips under my shirt and I feel the cool leather against my skin as he squeezes my breast.

Anae walks back over to sit on her throne and watch, but I don’t care about her anymore. I don’t care about any of it. He’d love it if I cried for him, so I don’t. It’s my final act of rebellion. Fuck him.

He must be annoyed by my silence as he fondles me because he gets rougher with my breasts, trying to get a reaction out of me. I don’t even look at him.

“Damn, baby, you’re right,” Anae remarks. “Sheisa boring fuck.”

My heart drops, but I don’t bat an eye.

“I was going to take her mouth,” he says, “but I have a feeling it won’t be much fun.” Pulling his hands out from under my shirt, he grabs my hips and turns me over. I feel a flash of fear because there’s plastic beneath my face and itwouldbe really easy to hold my face down and suffocate me, but maybe that would be better. Whatever sick shit they want to do to me, at least I wouldn’t have to be here for it.

Dare adjusts his weight on top of me when I’m tummy down on the bed. He grips my hair with his gloved hand to hold me down where he wants me, and slides the other hand between my thighs.

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