Page 221 of Reaper
Crystal and Kelly both shove my shoulders.
“Keep moving,” Kelly sneers and I bite my tongue to keep from spewing the obscenities that are filling my mind. I fucking hope my foot doesn’t need stitches, because I soooo want to be in on giving these two a piece of their own medicine when Anthony and the club find me.
And I know they will find me.
Anthony’s promises run through my mind, and it gives me the confidence to struggle when Zac goes to unshackle my wrists.
Pain flares in my face as he hits me, but still, I don’t make it easy for him. He manages to shackle one wrist to the bed and then he pushes me. I stumble and cry out in pain when I step on another piece of glass with my already injured foot. I lose my balance, and he pushes me harder this time. I fall on the bed and the asshole straddles me. Pushing my feet on the bed, I buck, trying to throw him off me, but judging by the bulge in his pants, all my struggling does is arouse him. I scowl at him after he shackles my other wrist to the headboard before pulling the chains tight. Looking up, I see that the chains are looped through two loops welded to the bedframe that I didn’t notice before. Though taking in the location of the weld, my bet is that the asshole had them hidden by the mattress. He must have hoped that I’d fight him based off the dark, twisted gleam in his eyes.
He traces a finger down my cheek, and I jerk my head away from him, not wanting him to touch me. He scowls and grasps my chin hard while at the same time, he clamps his legs harder around my waist.
“You’re mine now, Lark. There’s no use in fighting it. Richard’s men are watching and they’ll dispose of anyone who attempts to rescue you. And after a bit, you’ll be mine in every aspect,” he tells me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“I’m not yours and I never will be. All you’re doing is taking away my free will and ignoring the fact that I want nothing to do with you. You might have convinced yourself that this is love, but it’s not. It’s obsession. An unhealthy obsession. You burned my house. You obstructed all the exits so we couldn’t escape. You’ve stalked me since last fall. I want nothing to do with you or your obsession.”
And it’s an obsession that will end in a lot of pain for you, I mentally add on.
His chest rumbles, and he slams his lips down onto mine while at the same time, he opens his legs wider and starts humping me. I damn near throw up at feeling him hardening even more against me but I clamp my jaw tight and press my lips in a hard line, refusing to let him in. He growls again and puts pressure on my chin, forcing it open.
You want to play that way? Fine.
When he shoves his gross tongue in my mouth I bite down on it, hard, until I can taste blood.
He yells and when he jerks back, he backhands me so hard that dark dots dance across my vision, so much so that I almost pass out. Of course, the asshole takes advantage of those precious few seconds that I’m disoriented, by letting his weight fully settle on me and then he lowers himself slightly so that his bulge is between my legs. When I finally blink the black dots away, his face is once again hovering over mine and he thrusts his hips, rocking his bulge against my center.
“In a little bit, you’ll be begging for me to fill you but because of this little display, I think I’ll keep you waiting until you’re sobbing and begging for my cock.”
“Hell-fucking-no I won’t,” I snap as I level him with as much disgust as I can push into my features. “I’ll never beg. All you’ll be doing is raping me if you actually do get that far. Drugging me and raping me.”
A flicker of unease shines in his eyes before he masks it, so I continue.
“Taking away my free will by ignoring what I want? By drugging me and then raping me? That’s lower than low. That’s not showing strength or love to someone. That’s showing your weakness. Your cowardice. You’ll never have my love ormy respect. Besides, there’s a very high chance I’m already pregnant.”
That flicker of unease returns and for the first time since I woke up in this warehouse, I see him hesitate. Then the anger sets in as it finally sinks in that I could be pregnant.
Richard scoffs as he steps up besides us with an air of superiority around him. “She’s just a woman. Ignore her. They never know what they want, so it’s up to us men to tell them what they want.” He pauses as he looks down at me. “I told you I’d make you pay for humiliating me.”
I start to panic when I see he’s holding a syringe. I glance back at the table they put the suitcase on and my stomach drops at how many syringes are in it. How many times do they need to inject the drug to keep me under the drug’s spell? Or are there different types of drugs in that suitcase? If I really am pregnant, will the drugs hurt my baby?
Kelly’s gaze slides to Richard at his words and the look on her face, fuck, I damn near start laughing. I don’t know what she’s hoping to gain from being a part of this, but I’m guessing she hasn’t seen Richard’s true colors yet based off that reaction. How could she not know about his opinion on what a woman’s worth is? I mean, she fucking lives in the same mansion as him. I found out not too long after Aiden and I broke up. How could she not have known? Or did she just not want to see it?
Richard hands the syringe to Zac, and once again he hesitates. I lick my lips as I keep my gaze trained on the needle, but with his weight on me and my hands chained above my head, there’s not much I can do to prevent him from injecting me.
“What… What will it do to me?”
Zac’s hesitation melts away at the slight tremble in my voice and a lewd smile transforms his face.
“This is the first step in tying you to me. This is Oasis’ fertility drug. You’re going to be my baby making machine. Though ourfirst daughter will go to X in payment for these drugs, but that’s neither here nor there.”
My eyes widen in recognition and I start to squirm. No way am I going to be his breeding machine. No way am I ever going to give up a child I gave birth to, regardless of how they are conceived.
Richard’s arms clamp down on my wrists and he yanks my arms down by my side. The chains are loud as they are let out and for a second, I wonder how they are secured to the bed, or if they still need to be. Pressure on my ankles has me snapping out of those thoughts and since I can still see Kelly out of the corner of my eye, it must be Crystal helping to hold me down. Sick satisfaction lights up Kelly’s face as she watches me struggle and the gleeful smile at what’s about to be done to me has me picturing all kinds of things I’d like to do to her when I get my hands on her.
A pinch in my right arm has my gaze darting back down just in time to see Zac push down on the syringe.
Fuuuuuuuuuck……
“Hmph. Let’s eat while that kicks in. X’s doctor advised we wait an hour before giving her the next dose. You,” Kelly barks as she turns toward Crystal, “go get us some food. I’m starving.”
