Page 61 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
“What did these guys give you that I didn’t, huh? They turned you into a hostage, a fugitive, making you stay in shitty motels, getting you in trouble with the law. I gave you everything, Sloane. A luxury condo, an expensive car, designer clothes, a two carat diamond ring for our engagement. Five star holidays. I gave you the best of everything and how did you thank me? You run away, hiding from me. You cheated on me with these assholes. Who knows how many other guys you must’ve fucked on campus, huh?”
He turns to look at River and asks him, “Was she the campus slut? Did she let the whole football team have a go with her? Like she did with the Giants? Because, so that you know, your little kitten fucked everything with a dick and a big paycheck. She fucked all her professors at college back East. She uses that pretty pussy of hers to get her way and get ahead in life.”
The venom in his tone doesn’t surprise me: this is the stuff he used to say to me whenever he got into a jealous frenzy when we lived together. He even accused me of fucking my sister’s fiancé and the doorman at our complex to buy his silence on my supposed lovers that he accused me of letting spend the night every time he was away for work.It didn’t matter that none of that was true and that he had no proof.
River doesn’t say anything, he probably realizes that Pierce isn’t rational right now and that there’s no way to make him snap out of his delusions.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Sloane. A very, very bad girl. But I love you and I’ll take you back. I’ll train you better, I know it’s partially my fault for being too lenient with you. But before we do that and we go back home, you need to learn that actions have consequences. And your punishment will be to watch your ‘boyfriend’ die. And as for you, bastard, I’ll kill you slowly and painfully but first, I’ll show you that Sloane is still mine. I’ll fuck her on your dying body.”
“No! Pierce, please! You don’t have to do this.”I try to appease him by offering a pleading expression.Pierce smiles as if he’d offered us a free trip on a luxury cruise liner, rather than pain, violence and death.
“But I do have to, little bitch. I missed you in the months you’ve been gone. And you need to see what will happen every time you cheat on me, every time you let your filthy eyes settle on another man. Now, I think me and you are overdressed for the occasion …”
He takes his trench coat off revealing all black clothes but I can’t miss the evident erection in his black slacks and I almost lose my lunch on the wooden floorboards of the boathouse. He takes a sharp, long knife out of a duffel bag on the floor and steps closer to me.
“First of all, let's get rid of this shirt.” He uses the knife to cut River’s shirt off of me, leaving me in my shorts and a tank top. My nipples harden when the cold, humid air of the boat house hits my now naked shoulders and arms and I’ve never felt so exposed in my whole life. So helpless and terrified.
The chair River is tied to was facing mine but Pierce walks over to it, grabs River by the top of his hair again and drags him next to me, so that we’re now side by side but he puts River at such an angle that we can still look at each other. Whatever Pierce has planned cannot be good. He looks at River with a disgusted expression on his face and then he sets his gaze back on me.
“What the fuck do you like in this piece of trash, huh little bitch? He’s full of tattoos, he looks like a goddamn junkie.” He traces the ‘Josie’ tattoo on River’s chest with the tip of his knife, drawing blood, and I see little beads of sweat forming on River’s forehead as he grits his teeth, trying not to cry out in pain.
But maybe he should, maybe he should give Pierce some kind of reaction because I see the displeased look on my ex’s face and I know that doesn’t promise anything good. “Who’s Josie, huh asshole? Is that your baby momma or something?”
“Fuck you!” River snarls, causing Pierce to press the knife harder on his skin.
When River doesn’t say anything else, Pierce turns to me. “And seeing the name of another woman tattooed on his chest didn’t bother you while you were fucking him?”
I can’t take my eyes away from River’s chest, from the blood streaking his perfect, pale skin. “I’m talking to you, bitch! Remember the rules? Speak when spoken to!” He grips my chin again, squeezing so painfully that I think my bones might shatter.
“Since you like tats so much, how about I give you one? Not that you’ll ever be out of my sight or go anywhere without me ever again, but I’ll make sure that any man will see who you belong to. Where do you want my name carved out? Your chest, your stomach, your forehead? See, I’m a gentleman even if you don’t deserve it. I’m letting you choose.”
He drags the flat part of the blade of his knife down the line of my collarbone, descending toward my chest. The contact with the cold metal makes me erupt in goosebumps as an unpleasant shiver wracks my entire body. I find myself praying that whatever Pierce wants to do to us, he’ll do quickly and I make a decision: there’s no way I’m going anywhere with Pierce. I’d rather die here than be under his control again.
The blade of his knife reaches the base of one of the straps of my tank top and slices through it easily.
“So little bitch, how do you want me to fuck you? We’ll make your boyfriend watch before he dies, so he can bring the memory to hell with him.”
“Pierce, please …”
“Ok, if you won’t choose, then it’s decided. We’ll fuck on his lap, so he can have a front row seat to the show. We’ll have you straddle him and I’ll fuck you from behind. After I come, he dies. How is that?”
River lets out a pain laugh, looking anything but amused, “Why don’t you leave Sloane out of this, hey motherfucker? I know what the fuck this is all about. If you want to fuck me, don’t look for excuses, I’m right here. I get it now. All the talk about Sloane cheating and fucking me and my friends, all the cocks she must be having. You’re fucking jealous, aren’t you? You wish it was you but you aren’t man enough to come out?”
Pierce punches him in the face. “Shut up! I’m not gay! Say that again and I’ll cut your dick off and stuff your own mouth with it, you disgusting piece of trash! You’re tied up and powerless. Do you understand that there’s nothing you can do to protect Sloane or yourself? You’re gonna die tied to that chair while I fuck Sloane on your lap!”
“I might even die like you say, but when my friends get their hands on you, you’ll wish you’d never followed Sloane to California. You’ll wish that you knew how to treat a woman and how to take no for an answer. Because make no mistake, if you hurt Sloane, if you take her, my friends won’t stop until they get her back.”
“Your friends you say? The ones who wouldn’t trust you for anything else but to drive the getaway car? And who’s your bestie, huh? The rich brothers who look at you like the piece of gutter trash you are or your team’s quarterback? The FBI agent who’s been working on the inside and had a whole squad ready to arrest you out of that bank, on the unfortunate day we crossed paths?”
“What are you talking about, Pierce?” He looks at me again with triumph in his eyes and he chuckles, before taunting me again.
“Oh, you didn’t know? Sorry, little bitch! Your pretty boy boyfriend must not trust you as much as you thought, or you aren’t as good a fuck as you thought you were, if he didn’t reveal his big secret. That he’s been infiltrating this amateur gang to get them arrested and to find out who funded their jobs?”
My head is about to explode: he can’t be right. Kaden was the one who took me, I’ve seen the way he works with the others, there’s no way he’s an FBI agent. There’s no way he’s been lying to all of us this whole time. But I have different problems right now than Kaden’s real identity. Pierce lowers his zipper and takes his cock out, stroking himself in front of me and River. I try to avert my gaze, overcome by even more disgust: if any of the guys were doing that in front of me, I’d find it incredibly hot, but everything about Pierce turns my stomach inside out.
He notices my eyes on him, and his evil smirk doesn’t promise anything good. “How about we offer River some entertainment before the main event? Now that I have you tied up, I might finally get you to give me head. Did you know that this prissy little bitch has always refused to go down on me? Open up wide, Sloane, you’re getting your throat fucked by a real man!”
Flashbacks of Blaine in my mouth, of licking him and sucking him, of how good and hot that felt make me realize how I can’t let Pierce do that. A plan forms in my head, desperate and probably hopeless but I realize that my feet are still untied and Pierce is still far enough from me that this might work. So I try to distract him with more tears.
