Page 136 of Devil's Bargain

Scott brings his attention back to me. I’m growing dizzy. “Horny, little slut? Or did the quarterback wear you out?”

The gleam in his eyes tells me he knows I hate myself for responding to this sickness that swirls in the air between the three of us. He knows it’s the lowest blow and the worst punishment.

He rips my fishnets and panties off and runs the knife's handle through my wet folds. There’s a cruel gleam in his eyes. “You love the depraved!”

My legs fall open. “You’re fucking sick, you psycho!”

He circles my clit with the handle before easing it inside me, slowly.

The soft moan that slips past my lips betrays me.

“No, little slut,” he whispers, “you are!”

Jared throws the cigarette down on the floor, stands up, and grinds his heel over it before walking over. He plants his feet on either side of my face and looks down at me. The corners of his dark eyes crease with amusement. “You can’t even hide how much you love it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him, but he crouches down and slaps me, making liquid heat sink to my clit. “Eyes on me, little slut!”

“Stop!” I plead, tears seeping out of the corners of my eyes even as I buck my hips.

“Ssssh!” Jared soothes, brushing my hair off my face with gentle fingers. “If you don’t fight, we won’t have to hurt you.” Then he chuckles. “How silly of me, you want us to.” Nudging his head to Scott, he brings my sore wrists over my head. “Tie her up!”

Scott pulls the knife out—its handle glistening with my arousal—and clambers off, disappearing down the hallway.

“Stop fighting!” Jared orders when I kick and struggle against his hold on me. “I don’t want to punish you!”

“You fucking liar!” I break free and punch him in the face before scrambling to my feet and running for the door.

“Oh no, you don’t!” he growls, tackling me to the ground, bearing down on me with his full weight to stop me from escaping. I spit in his face, and he slaps me hard enough that I see black spots.

“The fucking whore spat on me!” he seethes when Scott returns with a rope in one hand and a gun in his other.

“Your lip is bleeding.”

Jared curses and wraps his fingers around my throat as he wipes the trickle of blood from his chin. “You’ll regret that!”

“No, please!” I plead. “I’ll be good. Please don’t tie me up!”

Scott cocks his gun and orders me to my feet. “Oh, you’re going to be more than good!”

Jared picks up the knife off the floor and uses it to cut through my clothes.

I glare defiantly at Scott as the cool air hits my naked skin.

He smirks at me, waving his gun. “Don’t look at me like that, sugar! You’ll love what comes next.”

While he leers at my naked body, Jared ties my wrists together behind my back, then steps in front of me. “I like you like this, little slut.”

I go to spit on him again, but he backhands me and digs his fingers into the back of my neck. “Don’t!” He lets go of me and brushes my hair aside before trailing his fingers over the arch of my neck. “Beautiful.”

My skin breaks out in goosebumps when his touch lingers.

He pulls his phone out of his back pocket while Scott circles us with the gun. Swiping the screen, he says, “Quarterback shouldn’t have started a war with me.”

I look from him to Scott as my heart starts racing in my chest. Alarm bells are going off inside me.

Jared holds the camera up in front of my face. “Say hi to Quarterback, little slut.”

No…

Jared grins behind the camera. “It’s time to play.”

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