Page 51 of Kings of Decay
I panicked, heart racing. I couldn’t think.
“Please,” I stuttered, struggling for breath. “Don’t hurt me.”
One of them stepped closer, the tip of the knife glinting in the moonlight that filtered through my curtains.
"Shh," he rasped. "We're just going to have some fun."
I knew that voice.
"Pearce?" I whispered.
He pulled off his ski mask and elbowed his brother. "I told you we didn't need these."
"It's part of the fantasy," he countered, not taking his mask off.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded. My heart was thumping hard enough that I thought my ribs might break. I was alone and trapped with them. I had nothing to defend myself, and I couldn't even call for help.
"You're coming with us, little mouse," Ainsley said.
Ainsley lunged forward and grabbed my arm.
"No!" I screamed, twisting away from him and lashing out with my other hand. Survival instincts went into overdrive as I kicked and screamed. I clawed at Ainsley's face, trying to escape. But he was too strong, his grip unforgiving as he dragged me from my bed. The pain in my arm was excruciating. The coldness took the air from my lungs.
"Let me go!" I yelled, my voice breaking. My bedroom was small, but the door felt miles away as Ainsley pulled me towards it. Panic engulfed my senses, and my vision started to blur from the fear coursing through me.
I thrashed, desperately trying to break free from Ainsley's grip. But it was no use.
Pearce watched me with a deranged expression, his icy blue eyes gleaming like a predator.
"Please, don't do this." I begged between sobs, "I won't say anything about... about what you did before."
Ainsley paused momentarily, but then he tightened his grip on my arm and forced me out of my room and to the front door.
The doorway opened like the maw of a terrible beast, leading out into the frigid cold, wind, and snow.
"Please!" I tried again.
"Shut up," Ainsley spat. "You're coming with us, Willow. It's time for you to give us an early Christmas gift. Don't worry, we're good at sharing."
Chapter thirty-four
Pearce
That dumb girl had tried so hard to fight us off.In the end, she was tied up in the back of the Jeep, helpless. Just how I wanted her. Writhing and fighting, absolutely powerless. I smirked down at her, the sight of her struggles making my dick harden in my pants.
Willow thrashed around, her dark curls wild in her eyes as she tried to crawl away from us. I let her scramble around the back seat for a moment before I leaned down and grabbed her ankle, easily dragging her back into my arms.
"Stop fighting us." I hissed into her ear.
"Just give up and make this easier for all of us."
She whimpered, her body stiffening. "Please," she begged. "Don't do this."
I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the overwhelming smell of her fear. I wanted to take her right then and there, but I knew that it'd be faster if we just brought her back to the cabin.
I moved behind her and wrapped my arm around her neck, tight enough that she gasped for air. I held her against my body as Ainsley drove off.
My eyes met his in the rearview mirror. "You sure did a number on my brother's face," I said. "Scratched him really good."
