Page 70 of Blood and Lies (A Twisted Duet 1)

He took off his gray suit jacket and tossed it on the chair. He leisurely paced while loosening the buttons of his white dress shirt sleeves. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be the fucking boss, your boyfriend isn’t very bright. One would think he had the brains to know he needed to wipe the security feed if he wanted to fuck and sample the woman he’s supposed to kill.”

Oh God.My stomach twisted, my insides burning like it had been wrapped in barbed wire. The savage look in his eyes terrified me. While he rolled up his sleeves like he was about to do something that might get his clothes dirty, pure menace radiated from him.

“Please…” I slowly stepped to the side.

A sly grin slid onto his face. “I see he has taught you how to beg, though.” He took a step forward, and my heart thrashed against my ribs, every survival instinct I had screaming for me to run. And I did.

I launched forward, trying to run past him. But he reached out, grabbed my elbow, and pulled me back.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

He threw me back onto the bed with such force, I hit my head against the headboard. I cried out then felt his slimy hand cover my mouth while he lifted his body onto mine.

“Shh. No need to wake the rest of the house.”

I thrashed, smacked, flayed, did everything I could to try to get him off me.

“That’s right, bitch, fight me. It only makes my cock hard.”

His hand moved an inch, and I managed to bite into the side of his thumb, the metallic taste of blood immediately assaulting my tongue.

“Fuck!” He struck me, my skin instantly on fire as his palm collided with my cheek. “Now I’ll just have to fuck you harder before I fucking slit your throat.”

Strong hands gripped both my wrists above my head. Within seconds, he straddled me, casing me in, my adrenaline-induced strength no match against his. His thighs gripped me so tightly that I only managed to move my hips a little in an attempt to break free.

I screamed, but this time his fist came down, hitting the side of my face. Stars exploded as pain blasted through my skull. For a second, my mind went hazy and registered nothing other than pain and fire. My head throbbed, every bone in my face aching like it had been cracked in half.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurry, my mind disoriented. Nicollo was on top of me, but I couldn’t do anything. It was like my mind had completely shut off, unable to tell my body to fight back. I watched in horror through teary eyes as he loosened his pants, pulling out his disgusting cock, and no matter how hard I willed my body to fight, I couldn’t.

“Please don’t,” I begged, trying to move, desperate to stop him.

“Oh, I’m going to, and you’re going to fucking love it.” He jerked my legs apart, hands and fingers invading me, touching me, probing me. Warm tears burned my skin, and I bit into my tongue, the metallic taste bursting through my mouth. Everything about this man, the way he smelled, the way he touched me, was vile and revolting. His stinking breath in my face had me choking and gagging while my lungs demanded air.

He leaned down and licked the side of my face. I started to weep, my skin crawling with disgust. His lips moved against my ear, his hard body gliding over mine.

“I saw you ride my cousin. You rode him like a fucking champ. You should have seen your face when he stuck that cock of his inside your dirty pussy. Your face, your eyes, the way you arched your back when he filled your filthy cunt for the first time, you loved it like the cheap whore you are.”

Every malicious word sliced through my chest, inflicting so much pain. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. My body was stone cold, my spine frozen in place. It was like there was no more blood flowing through my veins, only ice.

“Now, let’s see what your face looks like when a real man fucks you.”

I cried. I cried so hard my sobs drowned out every other sound around me.

“Please don’t. Please…”

Through tearstained eyes, I watched as the man on top of me reared back, my legs held wide open. The evil face that hovered above me was consumed with hate and lust, the two things that were about to rip through my body and destroy me for good.

I gagged, my stomach churning when he moved between my legs, his hand touching and brushing against my skin as he guided his cock toward my entrance. I closed my eyes and screamed before he forced two fingers inside my mouth, pushing deep to the back of my throat. I continued to gag, readying to throw up as he kept forcing his fingers deeper.

This was it. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t fight. All I could do was lie there, my body about to be defiled and corrupted.

I felt the pressure between my legs as he moved…and then there was a loud explosion, a crack that shattered the air. It felt like a boulder had been dropped on my chest, and warm liquid splattered onto my face. My ears were ringing, the rapid beating of my heart the only sound that infiltrated the buzz inside my head.

I opened my eyes and tried to breathe, but I was smothered with something heavy…until it was yanked off me.

“Tatum?”

I looked up and saw Castello’s face through the haze.

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