Page 70 of Ruthless

“You’ve got the perfect mouth to wrap around my cock,” he growled, his voice deep and full of lust. He rolled the towel and pressed it against my lips. I shook my head, leaning away from him.

“No.”

“Oh, you don’t get to tell me no, anymore,” he cackled, shoving my head back. “Well, actually, I kind of like it when you fight me.” Victor pressed his fingers against my locked lips, and I cried out in pain as he forced them open…

And then shoved the towel in my mouth.

“Have to clean out the vomit,” he let out a childlike giggle, making my skin crawl with disgust as I gagged on the towel. I wanted nothing more than to punch him right in the balls for what he was doing, but one, I couldn’t, and two, I had no idea how long it would take for Lucas to find me…ifhe could find me.

“Ah, yeah, taking that towel like a champ,” Victor oozed with something dark as he leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I shook with repulse as he finally removed the towel from my mouth, and I sucked in a big breath, trying to replenish the oxygen my lungs desperately needed.

“Time to get down to business,” Victor’s eyes were darker than ever as he hovered over me, rolling his shoulders.

And then he went for his jeans.

No, no, no…

My heart began to race as the fear slid over me. I had never been more terrified or disgusted about anything in my entire life. “Please don’t do this,” I choked out, unable to put on a façade any longer. “Please.”

“Oh, I like it when you beg me,” he growled, ripping his belt loose. “You can keep begging me not to. It turns me on so bad. I’ve waited fuckingyearsto have you like this. I’m going to bring you down to the level that you belong to. No woman deserves to have such an arrogant, rude aura, and yours… Yours is one of the worst, Rachel.” His voice was deepening and darkening. “And I’m gonna put you where you belong—”

The lights went black before he could finish, and I froze, wondering if it was one of his plans—an attempt to scare me. I stayed frozen… And the sound of footsteps in the pitch black had me holding my breath.

What the fuck is going on?

I wanted to scream, but before I could, a hand clamped down on my mouth. I let out a soft cry, but before I could panic, thinking it was Victor. I drew in a breath—and I recognized it.

Ghost Eyes.

“Who is in my house?” Victor roared from just a few feet away. Trevor was silent behind me, and I had never been more thankful that the man could creep like a ghost. “I know this house like the back of my hand… I’ll find you,” he growled into the dark.

Victor’s heavy footsteps grew distant as he took off through the house, moving like a savage beast.

“We don’t have long,” Trevor whispered into my ear. “He will get the lights back on. We have tomove.” He quickly cut the zip ties free, and I nearly fell from the chair into his arms. “Can you walk?”

“I think so,” I whispered, trying move my fingers and toes. “I just want out of here.”

He nodded, pulling along behind him. I had no idea how he had gotten into the house. He wrapped my arms around his waist and helped me along. I moved as silently as possible, hanging onto him for dear life.

And then a gunshot rang out.

I froze where I was. “What is he shooting at?” I demanded, my heart dropping into my stomach as I thought of the possible help that Trevor had with him.

“Lucas is fine, come on,” he dragged me toward the door. “Comeon.”

There was a loud wail, and it sent a shiver down my spine, a primal scream rattling the fucking walls around me. The seconds felt like hours as Trevor led the way through a house that I realized was much bigger than I imagined. Until finally…

We made it to the door.

He ripped it open, floodlights filling the dark yard of the mansion. “Gostraightfor the SUV. I have to go get Nate.”

“Nate?” I muttered in confusion, turning to face Trevor as he let me go, a black SUV only five to six feet away. “Who is Nate?”

“Lucas,” he said to me, before taking off at a sprint back to the house. “Get in the fucking car,” Trevor called to me, just before ripping the door back open and disappearing inside.

I turned back to the car, unsure of what I was getting into. I didn’t recognize it and the thought of climbing into a strange vehicle left me nervous—though staying outside of Victor’s house sounded much, much worse. That thought got me moving, and I sprinted toward the car, ripping it open and climbing inside.

Surprisingly, there was a man in the other captain’s chair in the backseat…

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