Page 57 of Knot Letting Go

I wiped at the tears that never seemed to dry up and stared out the window at the beach. When we couldn’t load onto the plane at the airport, Lorenzo was furious, and from the looks he’d been giving me, I thought it might be the end. This was where I ended up shot and tossed into the ocean.

Instead, we drove to a rental house where he’d been staying. It was a surprisingly modern and minimalist house on the beach. Of course it had all the luxuries a man of his stature would need, and most importantly, it was private. The nearest neighbors were just out of sight over a dune.

While I preferred a cozy seaside cottage with homely touches, I could imagine this place would be somewhere Quill and Konstantine would take us on a family vacation. We’d play and laugh on the beach, and Lillianna would have us all be mermaids.

My fantasy future had slipped between my fingers. No, it was viciously yanked away by a real life monster.

I gasped as another twisting cramp grabbed a hold of me. The sun was lowering to the horizon. In a few hours, my pain would be so bad, I wouldn’t be able to move. I’d be useless to Lillianna when she needed me the most.

Sucking back a sob, I slipped off the bed and leaned against the wall as I made my way to the bathroom on shaky legs. Despite the danger of our situation, all I could think about was being knotted. Quill’s playful and hot kisses with his hands everywhere, and Konstantin’s demanding touches and dominating manner. Both their cocks in me. One in my mouth, sucking hard and thrusting down my throat, and the other pounding my pussy, stretching it to its limits with his knot.

Slick drenched my panties and made my inner thighs slippery. I made it to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. Wetting a washcloth, I dabbed it on my chest and over my stomach before lifting my skirt to try to combat the heat radiating off me there.

Instead, my hips tried to rock against my hand. I sobbed, muffling it with my arm. Nothing I could do would help. I needed Quill and Konstantin.

The door to the bedroom opened, and for one brief second, I thought God had answered my prayers. My pack was here. They’d come for us.

Yet reality hit me like a train when I caught the foul scent of tobacco and black pepper. Everything in me recoiled from it. The smell was so thick, bile bubbled up in my throat and I nearly vomited.

A massive figure stalked past the bathroom door to peer into the bedroom and whipped around to stand in the doorway. A wolfish grin split his face.

Lorenzo’s nephew. Matteo.

Not him. Please God, anyone other than him.

“There you are, pretty little Omega.” Matteo exhaled deeply as his eyes dilated. “I could smell you from across the house. Fucking ripe.”

I shook my head, as if it wasn’t true, and pressed my back against the far wall of the bathroom. There was nowhere to run.No one would come to save me. I couldn’t even scream or else I would frighten Lilllianna.

“Sweet like honey. Mm-mmm!” Matteo lazily shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on the doorknob. He was easily six and a half feet tall and wider than a fridge. His suit might have been expensive, but there was nothing classy about the Alpha. “Lorenzo said to let you be until we were back home, but you need my big cock, don’t you, Omega? You need me to fuck you bloody and knot that tight little cunt.”

“No. Please, no.” The words came out as tiny squeaks. I wrapped my arms around myself. I could scream and let Lorenzo know what was going on, but again, Lillianna. Tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped off my chin.

“I’ll have you begging for it, bitch. Soon you’ll want nothing other than my knot.” Matteo walked forward, undoing his shoulder gun holster and setting it on the sink.

“No!” I managed to get more volume and retreated into the corner with the toilet. I banged on the wall to the hallway outside the bedroom.

Someone please hear it. I don’t know if I could survive this!

Matteo’s hand struck out and snatched my arm, yanking me toward him. “You better be quiet, or you’ll wake the girl.” Seeing my alarm at that, he grinned. “Oh yeah, maybe I ought to go get her. She’s not too young to learn her place.”

What the fuck? This man was a sicko. He was worse than a thousand Lorenzos.

I wiggled and tried to break free, but it was like I was a fawn caught by a mountain lion. My struggles were barely an annoyance to him. I grabbed a towel and threw it at him, and when I took hold of another, he back-handed me across the face.

My world spun, black around the edges. I barely hung on to consciousness. A trickle of something warm slid down to my lips.

Blood.

“I like that you’re scared and yet you’re still fighting. It fucking makes me harder.” Matteo dragged me out of the corner, ripping my shirt’s sleeve. “I think I’m going to keep you. Put a Pacetti boy in your belly. It’ll be another reason Lorenzo will let me take over when he’s done.”

I was barely hanging on to my sanity. This was worse than hell. This was… His cell in his jacket beeped, confusing me with the discordant noise.

“You’re going to take everything I give you real quiet.” Matteo growled and leaned in, licking the blood from my mouth. I pounded at his chest with my fists, but he took no notice.

“Matteo!” A shout came from the hall.

He snarled and punched the tiled wall. “What?”

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