Page 14 of Crimson

A moment later, he shuddered, rammed his cock as far down my throat as he could and came.

Hot cum squirted into my mouth. I wanted to spit, to throw up. Die. Something.

Anything.

"Come on, bitch," he grunted.

I tried not to. I shook my head, but they held me fast. His cock was still deep. I had no choice but to give in to reflex and swallow. The taste was sour, like lemon juice dosed with salt. I immediately wanted to throw it back up onto his feet. Or onto the bastards that held me down. They were a bunch of fucking cowards, all of them. Four men against one woman who was smaller than any of them.

"There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. "Good girl." He actually patted my head before he slid out of me and left me gasping on the floor.

I managed to spit a couple of times, but my mouth was already dry.

"I'd call her first lesson a success. Bring her inside." He zipped up his pants like nothing happened, and walked away.

I was dragged to my feet and hauled toward the main house. Ben was unshackled and pulled along behind me. I knew I didn’t imagine the streaks of tears on his cheeks too, the fury in his eyes. He would tear them to shreds the second he got the chance.

Hold on to that anger, I thought.You’re going to need it.

Gods, I could use a mint right about now. Or better yet, toothpaste and a stiff toothbrush. Even better than that, Jake at the gates with an army.

Right now, I couldn't throw off the feeling help wasn't going to come, even from within myself.

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I thoughtthey might take me back to the garage, or a dog kennel. I wouldn’t have put it past Asshole, and right now I didn’t care. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and try to pretend what just happened, hadn’t. Maybe cry for a while before I think of ways to carve him up with a blunt, rusty tool of some kind.

I was led straight past the garage and into the main house, across expensive hardwood floors and up stairs covered in thick, plush carpet.

To my surprise, everything was tastefully decorated. I expected tacky wallpaper with giant flamingos on it. Or for everything to be black. I would bet a million dollars Alistair Dagen hadn't decorated the place himself. Everything from the finishings, to the placement of the furniture looked staged, like an expert arranged everything carefully.

Even the art on the walls looked impersonal, except for a few Dagen family photographs here and there. Not one of them showed a hint of a smile. In spite of him claiming he wanted revenge for their deaths, there didn't seem to have been much love lost between Alastair Dagen and his parents. Fair enough, they were all jerks.

"I was going to accommodate you in the bathhouse," Dagen said. "But I thought you might prefer some creature comforts. Consider it a taste of the way you could live if you behave yourself."

I didn't even roll my eyes. For one thing, it would hurt my face. For another, I refused to give him an excuse to touch me again. Instead, I forced my expression into one of icy serenity and kept it there like a steel facade. I was ashamed of myself for letting my mask crack. That couldn’t happen again. He got off on getting to me and I couldn't give him the satisfaction.

I wouldn't.

One of the goons opened the door and stepped aside. Ben and I were pushed into a room which was nothing short of luxurious. It was the kind of space that would look right at home in my house. Well, almost. I wouldn't have chosen those gold doorknobs on what I assumed was the bathroom door. I also wouldn't have chosen quite that shade of grey for the carpet.

"You'll notice there are two bedrooms in your suite," Dagen said as though offering some kind of gift. "I thought you might appreciate your privacy. Unfortunately, you will have to share the bathroom. But there is hot water. I'm sure you'd like to wash the dirt off yourknees."

He sounded so fucking smug. I wanted to push him out the window.

Ben looked at Dagen, then at me. He swallowed and looked like he was barely able to contain himself. His hands were curled into fists.

I shook my head. As tempting as it was to let him take a swing at Dagen, there was no point risking him getting killed for it.

"In case you're wondering, the window doesn't open," Dagen said. "And of course there will be guards on the door. A meal will be brought to you in an hour. And yes, there are cameras and microphones all through the room. Just in case you decide to try to plot your escape. There's no way out."

If he didn't think I would take that as a challenge, he had another thought coming. But he knew that, I saw it on his face. His smug, hateful face.

He ignored Ben, but patted my cheek before he turned and left.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Ben exhaled loudly and reached out a hand toward me. "Ivory—"

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