Page 74 of A Secret and a Lie
“She’s even prettier when you get her warmed up,” Grady comments as he reaches down to slide his fingertips over my cheek. “Look at me, Genevieve.”
Unable to resist the natural call of obedience, I flick my gaze upto his, peering at him through my lashes as I keep my chin dipped respectfully. Something cruel lurks beneath his surface tonight, sending a shiver down my spine, but there’s no running from this, not that I want to. There’s a masochist living in me and perhaps it’s time she’s let out to play.
Besides, he wouldn’t do anything to break the trust we’ve established.I’m safe.
“You’re going to be good for me tonight, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” I nod, never breaking eye contact. He smiles, and the sadistic twist of his lips makes my nipples tighten.
Righting himself, he steps back, leaning against the mantel as four men circle me, crowding my space. I gaze up at their faces, memorizing them, although I can feel more eyes on me, as if there’s more of an audience that’s out of my sightline, the low thrum of voices solidifying my fear.
Three of the men are middle-aged and one is younger, but I recognize them all from the news. I wonder if the citizens who voted for them to be their representatives know what they’re doing on the weekend.
The one in front of me squats down, while another one yanks my head back by my hair, making my scalp sting and tears prick my eyes. Fear spirals through me like a corkscrew making a mess of my insides.
“Oh, no, you can’t cry yet. We’ve only just started.”
Tears fall from my face, dripping onto the floor as I stare up at Grady. He simply brings his tequila to his lips, taking a long sip, watching the scene unfold before him. His free hand is wrapped around his erection as he strokes it languidly.
My body aches, marred with a smattering of bruises, inside and out, but it has nothing on the pain of my heart shredding as though a pair of scissors have been taken to it. I’m bleeding out internally, the remnants of who I was when I walked into this house spilling into the cavity of my body.
I’m covered in fluids; some tacky, others crusty and dry. The urge to vomit is strong, and it’s simply a miracle that I haven’t emptied my stomach yet, but I’m sure I will. Just then, I’m shoved forward, my skull slamming against the hardwood floor. Luckily, I don’t feel whatever happens next as my body has finally begun to go numb.
Redhas bubbled on my tongue for the last couple of hours, but I haven’t said it. As strange as it seems, I want to trust Grady not to take things too far, even if he already has. Maybe I’m delusional, considering what I’m enduring, but I want to be good for Grady. I want to give him what he needs. Still, I screw my eyes shut again, attempting to block out what’s happening to me.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to suffer Leo’s wrath either. That would be far worse than taking four cocks. Then again, death would be worse than most anything.
Gang-bangs aren’t my kink. I far prefer a private scene between two people, but I understand their appeal for others. This is testing me, and not in a fashion that I enjoy. There’s an obvious disconnection from Grady that I don’t like, and I’ve been used in a way that doesn’t turn me on. I’m closer to using my safe word than ever before.
Outnumbered and utterly vulnerable, I have no choice but to survive, to endure. With my eyes closed and my body detached from my mind, I don’t know how many men are here hurting me. I only know that it’s happening, that I’m living through the unimaginable.
I wince as the man behind me comes inside of my ass with a grunt and pulls out roughly. I’m almost sure I’m bleeding. Pain spears through my knees and my arms throb with the effort of holding myself up. My broken bones that have only recently fused back together threaten to snap again with the pressure.
When the sensation of being touched finally disappears, I peel my sticky eyelids apart to find Grady setting his drink down and stepping forward now that his friends have all come in or on me, his engorged cock dangling in front of my face.
“Tongue out, you worthless whore.”
I don’t want to do this.
My tongue emerges, and he stares at it until drool falls like wet strings. Only then does he slide the head of his dick over the rough pad, and I taste the leaked droplets of pre-cum.
“Suck.”
“Red,” I whisper in response, my body trembling, water blurring my vision entirely.
He snorts. “I said,suck.”
My voice is hoarse, but stronger when I repeat,“Red.”
The unyielding glint in his gaze has a tidal wave of despair whooshing through my veins. This is too much and has gone too far. This isn’t the Grady I know, the Grady I trusted. This is therealGrady Blandon.
“I heard you the first time. Now, wrap your lips around me and fuckingsuck.”
What happens if I don’t? Will he kill me? I don’t want to die. I’m utterly alone, and frankly, terrified. He looks at me like I’m nothing to him, just a hot mouth with a pulse.
Feeling like I have no other choice, I latch my lips around him, licking and sucking like my life depends on it, desperate for this ordeal to be over, anxious for his affection and soothing words. I need that more than I need air right now. I need to feel valued again.
How has he not seen the signs that I’m notinthis scene? How has he not noticed how uncomfortable I am? If I give him what he needs, maybe then, he’ll give me whatIneed.
