Page 13 of Lost
“Still no words,” he chuckles. “That’s alright. I’ll take your screams instead.”
Pulling out his fingers, he sucks on them as he groans dramatically. This close, I can smell him, and it’s a mixture of tobacco and black licorice. Together, it’s a terrible smell for me, and I have to bite back another retch.
Breathing in and out from my nose, I watch as he lines his dick up with my entrance. I won’t let him get far enough to fuck me, and I find myself whimpering with unhappiness as he drags the crown of his shaft over the most intimate parts of my body. I need him to not be paying attention enough so I can make my move.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters, the words making my skin crawl as he goes back to shoving his fingers in my cunt to coat his cock. “If you get pregnant and I choose to keep you, I’ll sell your child for top dollar. I promised my children I’d never have another child that’ll compromise their inheritance. I know your father wants to whore you out, but I may convince him to let me keep you if you’re a good girl and please me. It all depends entirely on you.”
Fucking asshole. His vacillation between wanting to kill or keep me is enough to give me whiplash, and a good way to keep me off balance if I believed anything he had to say. His words evoke a whimper from me that’s performative as I pull my wrists loose from the headboard, my thigh muscles tensing in anticipation of my next move.
This dickweed thinks that since I’m safely tied up, he can lose himself in my scent. I’m honestly surprised that John and Louise didn’t realize that my scent is different from Nova’s. However, since they were so heavily involved in hurting me, I’m sure that wasn’t on their radar.
Watching him fist his cock as he stares at my cunt is nauseating, but I silently cheer as he pushes at my folds with his other hand to gaze openly at me. Gritting my teeth now that my leg is free, I swing my leg to knock it against him so I can roll my body on top of his. It hurts my tied leg, but I ignore the strain on my hip as I shove the alpha onto the mattress with my hands and slam my tied wrists over his neck.
The look of surprise on his face is almost comical, and I clamp my thigh against his body since I’m off balance. Mr. Domino bucks and fights, his hand wrapping around my throat as he punches my body. Closing my eyes, I force my arms to lock over his throat, my focus on strangling him before he can make me pass out.
I ignore the pain of his blows, my body following his movements to keep him pinned down. He stops strangling me in an effort to knock me off his body. If he manages to flip us, I’m dead. I promised my alphas and pack that I would always come back to them, and I don’t plan to break my promise now.
“Argh!” Roberto screams, making my eyes pop open. I suppose we can be on a first name basis now that I’m about to kill him.
His blows are strong as he hits me, but I continue to hold my position, watching as his face becomes more swollen and his eyes bulge. My only task in life at this time is to continue to strangle him until he passes out. Then I’ll untie my leg and go for his knife.
“Just fucking die,” I rasp, ignoring his very hard cock underneath me, and riding out each movement with his length against my ass.
He tries to shove me off, but I press down harder as he snarls. His lips are turning gray, the vessels in his eyes popping. It’s only a matter of time before the stubborn asshole passes out. Even now, his blows are beginning to flag, and I can feel his body weakening.
I can’t let up.The second I do, I feel as if he’ll kill me and fuck me in the blood, and I refuse to go out like that. My body aches, there will be bruises, but I’m so focused on my end goal that I barely feel any of it.
I watch the capillaries in Roberto’s eyes, counting each one as they explode, enjoying my handiwork as he slowly begins to slump.
“One, two, three…” I whisper under my breath, waiting to ensure that he isn’t playing possum. It’s what I would do if I started to feel the panic of not being able to breathe, and I hold tightly to the knowledge that killing Roberto Domino will keep both my sister and I safe.
Once his body is completely pliant for several minutes, I quickly lift arms and turn to untie the knots holding my leg hostage. My hip is now screaming from having to flip Roberto over while I was still tied up, but I can’t stop moving. Once free, I get off the naked alpha, fighting my nausea as I scramble off the bed for the knife.
My eyes check on Roberto continuously as I grab the knife, my fingers refusing to work as I fumble my way through cutting my bindings without slicing my wrists.
Finally, I’m able to pull away from the rope, watching as it falls to the ground. I hear a groan from Roberto, and I curse myself because I didn’t check for a pulse. I’m getting sloppy and that’s unacceptable. Picking up the knife properly, I hold it with both hands as I crawl up and across the massive bed, the adrenaline helping through the pain I’m feeling.
His eyes snap open as I shove the knife deep into his chest with a snarl, aiming toward the left which has me hovering over his body.
“Die, asshole,” I whisper, hearing him gasp. Thankfully, there’s no yelling that would alert anyone that I’m killing one of the largest mafia bosses in the midwest. “I’m also not Nova, I’m Hollis. The wrong sister is sending you to Hell.”
Watching the light leaving his eyes gives me enormous pleasure, and this time I remember to check for his pulse. Finding none, I grin as I manage to get away with mostly clean skin, using the bathroom to wash my hands and leaving the knife in his chest.
Once finished, I get dressed in Roberto’s shirt, gagging at the stench of his scent. Fuck, he smells awful. The shirt covers most of my body to my mid thigh, and I push up the sleeves. Unfortunately, I can’t do much about rolling up the sleeves with broken fingers, so I leave them and pick up the gun.
My lips purse as I pick up Roberto’s pants and look through his pockets for any other type of weapon. His phone hits the ground softly, and I cringe as I pick it up. It opens without a security code, making me pause. I need to tell Lars or Caleb where I am so he can send in the cavalry.
Swallowing hard, I fumble a bit as I send the first number that comes to mind a text. Everything is being run on autopilotfor the moment as my adrenaline rush transitions into the need to shed more blood. For now, my instinct says not to call anyone for fear of having someone hear my voice.
Unknown
It’s Hollis. I’m about to leave a trail of dead people in my wake. I’m counting on you to rein me in afterward. Here’s my location pin. Don’t call me, it’s not safe to talk. This is Mr. Domino’s phone by the way, so that’s going to be a problem later. Tell Cian.
I drop my location in the text message and then shove the phone in the pocket of my borrowed shirt before ensuring that I have my weapons. A glance outside the window shows that I’m on the second floor, and reminds me that my battered body isn’t up to scaling down the side of the house.
Super omega I am not.
Walking slowly to the door, I bite my lip as I put my ear to it. I don’t want to use the gun unless absolutely necessary. Both due to the noise and the difficulty of properly discharging it due to my swollen fingers.
