Page 77 of Duke
“That’s because she knows how to wrap men around her finger. She’s fucking all of Bainbridge Hall, little slut that she is. No wonder she’s back for more. She wore the boys out, then came back around, sniffing for the mature men. Likes them a little older.” Derek huffs out a laugh.
That was a bit of a slip. Okay. Good. More like that.
“What the hell is happening?” The voice of my stepfather makes my stomach turn, and Derek uses that to his advantage, spinning me around and holding my back against his chest.
Eyeing the bruising on Tristan’s face, I shoot him a saccharine smile. “Does your nose still hurt? Looks painful.” Chuckling, I twist my head so I can see Derek. “Your son taught me how to do that.”
Derek clears his throat. “Your lovely stepdaughter decided to pay us a visit, Tristan.”
I take this chance to look my rapist right in the eye. “The stepdaughter you raped. Yes, I’m here. And I know what you did to me. I remember. How’s the scar on your jaw? Did you grow that beard to hide it? Scared I’d see it and figure things out?”
“Lennon, you’re confused, sweetheart.”
“Yeah. If that were true, it’d be easy to have me put away in some mental institution. And that’s what you figured you’d try to make happen.”
“It’s because you need to be there. To get healthy again.”
I suck in a breath, bringing the heel of my shoe down on Derek’s foot at the same time I ram him in the gut with my elbow. I tear free of him, and back away from all three, getting them in front of me. I glare at Derek, deciding to take a stab in the dark. I hope like hell it pays off. “I know what you did to Juliette that night, too, you fucking monster.” My eyes shift to Murdock. “You may not have been here. Your son was, though.”
“He told me how much he enjoyed her. Was a little too obsessed, maybe.” Murdock raises his brows at me, a slow smile curving his lips.
Keep talking, you motherfucking idiot.“She clearly didn’t feel the same way about any of you, considering she killed herself.” I let the jab hang in the air, but none of them respond.
“What’s your point in coming here, Lennon?” Tristan eyes me.
I shrug. “All your girls are gone. Your rich poker-player friends got to witness most of that. Seems worth it to me.”
“Enough. Come on.” My stepfather turns his back and walks toward the back room.
My eyes widen as Murdock and Derek back me into a corner, each taking one of my arms and lift me between them as I thrash. But I refuse,refuseto call out for help until I get them to admit aloud what they’ve done.
They manage to get me through the door, into the awful room where Tristan is waiting for me, and onto the table. “What, no candlelight this time? No masks to hide who you are? Where’s my doctored drink?” My breathing is much too shallow and fast.Do not pass out, Lennon. Calm down.
Tristan ventures over to the table with several lengths of rope and ties me to it by my wrists. There are metal rings attached to this one just like there are in the one we found in the hidden room at Bainbridge Hall. I don’t remember if they tied me up the last time I was here, but I’d guess not since I was in a near blackout state. With both wrists bound to the table, my heart rate accelerates.
And then, Tristan grabs my chin forcefully and wrenches my face toward his. He gets so close, his hot breath wafts unpleasantly over my face. “Can’t wait to find out if this pussy is as good as it was when I took your virginity. Are you still tight? Or have you allowed those boys to loosen you up too much?” His tongue licks over my lips. I shudder in disgust and manage to pull my face out of his hold, crying out in fear and disgust.
“Are we taking turns?” Derek grits out, eyeing Tristan’s handiwork. “She got rid of the rest of the girls.”
“I’ll destroy that little pussy, so you two may as well go first.” Murdock looks on in amusement at the horror that crosses my face. He unfastens his pants and takes his cock out. Spitting on his hand, he begins to jerk himself. “I’ve been without for so fucking long, it could get really ugly.” He grunts as he tugs on his dick, hot, twisted heat emanating from his eyes as he watches me try to shift as far away from him as I can.
Derek laughs, then has the nerve to wink at me. “Maybe I should let Tristan fuck that pretty cunt first. I tore your friend up good, if I recall, then Hunter finished her off. The amount of cum in and on you two girls was astounding.” He chuckles darkly.
I breathe carefully, eyeing Derek. They’re getting very loose in their talk. Admitting shit I never thought they would. This is my chance. I wet my lips as I shake my head, then give him a sweet, saucy smile. “Is that why Juliette told me she actually wasn’t sure if she’d been raped?” I flutter my lashes at him.Come on, you jackass.
He grasps my cheeks roughly with one big hand and jerks my face to his. “I told Hunter we should have gotten rid of you at the same fucking time we did her. You won’t be so goddamn lucky this time.”
I blink. Did he just say what I think he did? Terror fills me, and I suck in a breath and scream for all I’m worth. “Help!”
It’s a mere second before the door slams in, and Bear charges through, plowing into his father, tackling him to the floor. Duke walks right up to Tristan, spits in his face, then punches him in the nose, which sends him to the floor, howling.
I can’t see what’s going on with Bear and Derek, but there are several audible blows being exchanged.
My gaze shifts to Mason, who is waiting for Murdock to decide whether or not to come after him. “What’s wrong, Murdock? Don’t want to take me on? Did you ask Hunter who messed up his face and now you’re scared?”
“I’m not scared of you, boy.”
“See, you might not be scared, but I’m also not a boy. Not like I was when you killed my mother.”
