Page 74 of Torment

Two girls wearing nothing but black thongs with garter belts and stockings came walking onto the porch. Both had gold studded collars around their necks with their blonde hair tied in high ponytails.

Scarlet snorted. “Doesn’t look like you have a shortage of tits around here.”

“Sweetheart, I have a shortage of nothing.”

He pushed her, and she stumbled forward. “Girls, please help Miss Woods get cleaned up and ready for dinner. Miss Woods will be the guest of honor tonight.” He shot her a sly grin and winked.

Oh God. Why did it suddenly feel like things just went from bad to fucking worse?

Scarlet carefully walked backward while she looked over at Colton standing a few feet behind Rex. The sullen look on his face wasn’t reassuring at all, and Scarlet swallowed hard while her stomach twisted into a thousand tiny little knots.

Brent peered over Rex’s shoulder, and even he looked fucking grim. It was easy to see that Brent was no longer in control. Brent was no longer the dictator.

Rex was.

Brent was one evil son of a bitch, but she wasn’t sure who she should fear the most. Brent or Rex? There was a darkness hidden in Rex’s crystal blue eyes. Wickedness lurked behind the beauty of his irises, and it scared the crap out of her.

The two girls flanked her, their breasts brushing against her shoulders. It was disgusting, and Scarlet tried to shimmy away from them. “Sorry, girls, as you can see, I’m a pretty well-endowed woman myself, so I really don’t need more tits hanging around me. Thanks though.”

Rex snickered. “Sweetheart, it would be wise for you to just go with them and let them help you slip into something,” his gaze travelled down her body, and slowly back up again, “a little more comfortable.”

Scarlet frowned. “What? Like they’re wearing? It’s a great offer, and very tempting. Yet I assure you, I’m fine. But fuck you very much.”

She saw Colton pinch his eyes closed with his thumb and forefinger, shaking his head.

Scarlet wasn’t exactly thrilled about being in this situation herself. But there was no way in hell she was going to let yet another asshole with sick, twisted sex issues shove her around. Having one perverted motherfucker in her life was enough. She didn’t need another one.

Rex continued to smile. He wasn’t fazed by her attitude in the least. In fact, he looked quite amused by it all.

He looked at the girls and indicated toward Scarlet with a nod. “Take her.”

Each girl took ahold of one of her elbows, urging her to move. Scarlet looked at Colton, and she could almost hear him begging her to just play along. To not play games by being stubborn. So she allowed the girls to take her into the house—her old home.

The minute they walked through the door, she glanced back and saw Brent hovering around Rex, trying to talk to him, but Rex wasn’t the least bit interested in what Brent had to say. He was too busy staring after Scarlet, that sly grin still frozen on his face.

He might have looked all sophisticated, powerful, and dapper in his suit, but he gave her the fucking creeps.

As they entered the house, Scarlet stopped. Nothing looked the same. Everything was different. From the furniture, to the carpets, to the damn paint on the walls—everything had changed. It was like Brent had erased every trace of her family. What once was a house filled with vintage Victorian style furniture, was now decorated with a modern theme of grays, metals, and silvers. It wasn’t the warm home she remembered, and everything about it screamed cold and empty…just like Brent.

This was no longer her home. But then again, it hadn’t been her home for the last seven years.

“This way, Miss Woods,” one of the girls said, walking toward the stairs leading to the second floor.

Scarlet snorted, thinking that even though the content of the house no longer looked familiar to her, she knew her way around this house better than these two bimbos.

Once up the stairs, they took her to one of the sixteen bedrooms. How were they so settled in when they only arrived that day? It was like Rex took over the second he set foot into the house. Even Brent seemed scared shitless of the guy.

Desperate to ignore the thrumming of her heart and the panic slowly starting to possess her mind, Scarlet decided to try to make some small talk.

“So, what are your names, ladies?”Great, that sounded like a pick-up line.

Neither of them answered.Figures.

When they opened the bedroom door and Scarlet stepped in, she nervously scanned the room. Brent even changed the themes of the bedrooms, from light and open to dark and sensual with blacks, reds, and silks.

Clearly these girls had already made themselves at home since their clothes were fucking everywhere—if one could even call them clothes. It was more like tiny pieces of fabric meant to be eaten.

“In case you girls were wondering, I’m more of a leather pants and boots kinda gal. If you have anything in that line, that would be swell.”

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