Page 52 of Ravaged
CHAPTER 16
Ethan
I came inside of her ass, sucked inside of that tight ring of muscle. She flinched when I stopped, but once she realized it was over, she relaxed onto the bench. I pulled out, come dripping out of her as I did.
Oliver still hadn’t said a word. Not even as his daughter was beaten and fucked. The bastard.
I unlocked the buckles, then stared down at her. Red marks, purple along the edges, crossed her ass, swollen from the striking. The tears had dried on her face, but she wasn’t moving. She was too exhausted to try.
“Get up,” I said.
Her arms shook as she lifted herself, her hair fell over her shoulder. Tears welled up in her eyes again. Guilt ripped through me. I glanced at the door. Axe had already taken Oliver back for another round of torture. Wil was gone too. But Gerard was standing in the doorway, talking to Derek. Get the fuck out, I kept thinking, There’s nothing to see here. Go.
Right before they exited, Gerard lifted a hand to me.
“Nice work, son.”
I cracked my neck. I enjoyed torturing a woman through pleasure and pain, and honestly, there was some enjoyment in fucking a man’s daughter right in front of him, especially when I had no respect for that man. But this was Teagen. She was supposed to be my prisoner, but she was more than that. And I hated it.
As soon as the door shut behind them, I scooped her up in my arms. She leaned her head against my chest and closed her eyes, a single tear falling down. In the hallway, we passed Clara, who glanced at Teagen, but didn’t say a word.
Inside the bedroom, I placed her on the bed and went to get a towel for her.
“Ethan,” she said. I stopped, waiting for her to finish. “Can you hold me, please?”
My chest tightened. I got into bed, ripped off my jacket, and held her against me, her warm body pressed against the button-up shirt. She buried herself in my arms, holding me without restraints. Her arms felt good around me. Felt right.
But what was right to Teagen? Was she forcing herself to do this?
“Thank you,” she said.
I lowered my chin. Guilt gathered inside of me in a hot pool of lava. “There’s nothing to thank me for,” I said.
“You saved me.”
“I hurt you, Tea.”
“That man was going to fuck my ass with a nightstick.”
“That doesn’t mean you should be grateful to me,” I said. Anger welled in my chest. I was guilty enough as it was; I didn’t need her thanking me for her punishment on top of it.
“But it was you,” she said. “You saved me.”
“Don’t you get it, Tea?” I asked. I pulled her chin towards me. “I fucked you in front of your father in order to get information from him. Information about a jewel. It was a punishment. A way to torture your father purely for material gain.” I shook my head. “There isnothingto thank me for.”
“Did he say anything?”
“No,” I sighed. “And you’re still a prisoner.” I pulled her cuffs from my pocket. “These are coming back on. If your dad doesn’t die for his debts, then…” But I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“Then I will,” she murmured.
“Someone has to pay. And there’s a good chance that it could be you.” She closed her eyes, willing away the negative thoughts. “Hate me,” I said. “That’s the only way to survive this. Hate me. It’ll give you strength. Because loving me will only make it worse.”
“Don’t say anything about love.”
And I knew, then, that she understood. That I could protect her from some things, but there were other fates that I had no jurisdiction over.
I locked her into the cuffs, and within seconds, she fell asleep. I headed to the study. Gerard was behind his desk, Wil and Derek on the sofa, but Axe had a gun in the middle of Oliver’s back.
