Page 14 of Make Me Beg (Rich Demons of Darkwood 2)

“Good luck,” Stellan told Remington. “Not that you need it.”

Stellan’s obvious pride in his friend was a little bit endearing.

One of the servants brought in my breakfast. I inhaled the scent of the sugary waffles, crisp bacon, and coffee. I dove into my food with enjoyment.

If these men weren’t all psychos, this life of extravagance and wealth, sex and power and banter, might be… enticing.

Too bad about their personalities.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m feeling so forgiving this morning,” Cain said.

“I’m sure you can’t wait to tell me.” I couldn’t stop whatever was coming, but I could steal the fun from it if I didn’t react.

“You’re just so generous. I’m very impressed.” He gestured to Remy, who reluctantly pulled up something on his phone and broadcast it to the television hanging above the fireplace.

I caught a glimpse of one of my false names in the corner of the screen, then a bank logo. Ice water washed through my stomach.

Remy kept loading more and more screens, all showing my various bank accounts where I’d stashed my money.

They all had a zero balance now.

“Donating all that money to a fund for sexual assault victims was so generous!” Cain said.

My vision went red. Without that money, it would be hard to escape them–or anyone else.

For now.

I could rebuild. I always did.

But I was going to have to be far more careful how I got my revenge, because it might be best for me to stay close to them until I was ready to move.

I didn’t plan to stop this time with burning down some cars.

I was going to burn down this cursed house and the whole secret society that enabled these pricks.

Chapter4

Aurora

Only Fans.That's what I was thinking about right now as I crossed the green and headed to the library. I was trying to think of any way to refill my coffers. My skin felt uncomfortably tight and the back of my neck was burning. Getting my own money had been the first thing that I'd worked on after getting away from the Demon. When I was growing up, he controlled everything. I obviously hadn’t been allowed to have a job, I couldn’t babysit, I couldn’t even get my own money in exchange for doing chores.

Not that I'd ever have offered to do chores. The Demon would’ve tasked me with things like cleaning the blood off of his tools, mixing up the neurotoxins he used on his victims, and helping to bury body parts.

And he already made me do those things for free anyway.

So once I’d gotten him locked behind bars, I'd wanted my own money. Desperately. I was lucky I had a friend who was a hacker, Nena, because she’d helped me get the money from his accounts and hide it from the government. Money was the safety net I couldn’t live without.

And now it was gone.

I could see what the guys were doing. They were trying to tear my defenses down in any way they could. Psychologically, academically, financially. I guess the next thing was probably physically, although they’d already kind of done that…my thoughts went to Cain whipping my ass with a belt—and now my panties were somehow fucking drenched.

Stupid fucking hormones.

Hence why I was walking angrily and thinking aboutOnly Fans. Maybe I could wear a mask, and then I'd have some level of protection. There were people out there who were into that, right?

I shook my head. What I really needed was to get that money back, by taking it from them. But I'd have to think about how to do that. My thoughts drifted back to the hacker friend that I'd met online a few years ago, Nena. Maybe she'd still be willing to help.

Although, it would get tedious if the guys and I were just constantly stealing money from each other over and over again. Of course, I could just take it all out of the bank and bury it somewhere that they couldn't find it. That would be a way to end the game rather quickly.

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