Page 112 of Sinister Legacy
“Point is, you’re a whore, Keira.” Chris releases my chin only to grab me by my throat. “And you like cock.”
A choked bubble of laughter rips from my vocal cords. “I have needs. So what? Women like sex, too.”
Chris ignores my barb. “Where’s Liam, Keira? Tell me now, and I’ll take it easy on you.”
It’s snowing again. A thick flurry of snowflakes dusts Chris’s hair as he glares down at me.
“I don’t know where he is,” I bite out.
Chris jerks his head to Miles, who walks back to the car. He returns seconds later with a small bag of white pills.
“What are you doing?” I ask, struggling against Chris’s grip on me.
Miles opens the bag, slides a pill out, and pinches my nose. “It’s time to swallow, princess.”
I hold my breath for as long as I possibly can. It’s not long enough. Nothing can ever be. My burning lungs finally give in, and I part my lips to inhale a ragged, desperate breath. Miles shoves the pill down my throat.
Chris drops me to the ground like I’m a worthless rag doll and fishes his phone out of his pocket. “It’ll only be minutes before the drug takes effect.” He wiggles his phone for me to see. “You’ll be begging us to fuck you, and Miles here is going to film it. You see, the beauty of this particular drug is that it makes you horny beyond belief. You won’t care who fucks you as long as you choke on cock. It’ll make for a nice little video, don’t you think? King will appreciate it the most.”
I grow colder than the snow on the ground. I can’t feel my fingers or my toes. My clothes are soaked through, but all of that fades in comparison to the fucking horror of what’s staring back at me.
“Unless, of course, you tell me where we can find Liam. I promise I won’t lay a finger on you if you tell me. We’ll drive you straight back to Madison, and you can beg her to fuck your throbbing cunt instead. I’m sure King won’t mind if you give a girl a spin.”
I climb to my feet, my knees quaking so badly that I struggle to stand up. “I can’t tell you where he is because I don’t know.”
No way in hell will I tell them shit.
If Liam’s body is found, so is his car.
And while we burnt it, I’m not willing to take chances.
King’s safety is more important than his feelings toward me. Besides, I don’t believe Chris when he says he’ll take me back to Madison. Not when he’s staring at me like a fucking predator with injured prey. He’ll fuck me regardless.
He just wants me to think he won’t.
Swiveling around, I set off through the trees to the sound of their taunting laughter. The drug is kicking in. The ground is coming up to meet me. My hand flies out, and I grab hold of a tree branch at the last minute. I’m laughing now.
Everything seems lighter somehow.
Big, warm hands grip my waist.
Hands that feel so fucking good as they slide beneath my denim jacket and sweater.
Hands that can make the ache between my legs disappear.
“There’s a good girl.” Chris’s warm breath teases my ear. “We’ll look after you. Miles changed his mind. He wants a turn, too. Isn’t that great?”
Jelly in his arms, I laugh harder as he picks me up and hauls me over his shoulder. My hair swishes while he walks, and blood collects in my head. I’m vaguely aware of the pulse thrumming against my temples.
I’m tossed on the snowy ground with nothing but trees overhead. They remove my jeans as I continue to laugh, salty tears streaming down my bright-red cheeks.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Miles asks, his voice far away but too close at the same time.
“It’s the fucking drug.”
My panties are snapped off, and the freezing snow underneath me begins to melt.
“Look at that pussy. Even better up close.”
