nerves sparked.
Please. No.
Don’t let him take me.
I’d do
anything, absolutely anything so that Raul didn’t take me.
“I will not
tolerate her behavior in my house, Sculpt. Some of the men asked me
why I hadn’t killed her for the disrespect.”
“I know how
you operate, Raul,” Logan replied.
Raul’s hand
traced up over my breast, rough calloused hands far different than
Logan’s. I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood in my mouth.
“Trust is earned, Sculpt. You must earn that. As must she.” His
fingers gripped my chin. “She is very beautiful. When you tire of
her, she’ll make a good amount on auction.”
“ I
suspect she will. But for now, she is mine. Aren’t you,
Emily?”
Never. Never again. “Yes.” I knew my voice was trembling. Logan, God, don’t do this to
me. Even though I
couldn’t see, I felt Logan tense. It was like the air stopped for a
brief second as the room went silent.
“If you lose
the fight, she’ll be sold.”
“I won’t
lose.”
Raul’s finger
slipped across my dry lips, and I knew what I was supposed to do. I
didn’t want to do it, and my stomach churned violently at the
thought of what I had to do. But I did. I couldn’t face that room
downstairs again. Not now. I didn’t know if I ever could again. I
slipped my tongue out and licked it then drew it into my mouth.
Raul chuckled.
“Better.” He let me suckle on it for a few seconds then
withdrew.
My heart was
pounding so hard, I swore they could hear it. The tears sat in the
rims of my eyes, teetering like a ball on a ledge. I clenched my
fingers into fists, nails digging into my palm, trying desperately
to focus on anything but what was happening.
I was glad I
was blindfolded. It may have kept the fear alive of the unknown,
but it also saved me from seeing Raul. Of looking into his narrowed
eyes as I sucked his finger. I’d have never been able to force
myself to do it if I’d been able to see his face. Had Logan known
that? Was there a reason to him keeping me blindfolded? No. I had
to stop fantasizing Logan was in any way helping me.
“You’re a lot
like me, Sculpt,” Raul said. “Determined. Resilient. And I see that
merciless confidence when you fight.”
“I’m nothing
like you, Raul,” Logan replied. “I have what you don’t, and that is
patience.”
Raul laughed.
“Ahh, you know me well. Yes, that is true. I’m not a patient man.”
Footsteps shifted, and the hardwood floor creaked. “She makes one
mistake, and she leaves. I won’t have disobedience in my home—ever.
You should know that, Sculpt.”
The door
opened and closed then I heard a key turn in the lock. Silence.
They’d both left. The sobs choked me as I broke into a thousand
fragments. Why did he hate me so much to do this to me? What had I
done wrong? Why me?
The blindfold
was soaked by my tears. The pain had gone ... No, it was there; my
mind had faded it out in order to survive. What remained was
weakness. That was how I felt. Too tired to fight. Afraid to
fight.
And God yes
... I wanted to be loved by him again. For him to hold me in his
arms and take this nightmare away.
Did I really
think that? How could my mind even contemplate loving him after
what he’s put me through? But I did. I couldn’t control it. He’d
swept me up and taken possession of my heart, even though he was
now ripping it to shreds.
But I wanted
Logan to save me.
I wanted the
man I fell in love with to carry me away from this place.
And I wanted
him to carry me away ... and then ... then I wanted to kill
him.
The door
opened a while later. I was half-aware of Logan’s hands on my
wrists as he undid the ropes and the blindfold. I was too weak and
tired to do anything except fall into his arms.
He picked me
up and carried me to a bed and then pulled a white silk nightgown
over my head. I thought I heard him whisper something to me as he
laid me down, but the pain in my body overrode his useless words as
my body screamed with
Please. No.
Don’t let him take me.
I’d do
anything, absolutely anything so that Raul didn’t take me.
“I will not
tolerate her behavior in my house, Sculpt. Some of the men asked me
why I hadn’t killed her for the disrespect.”
“I know how
you operate, Raul,” Logan replied.
Raul’s hand
traced up over my breast, rough calloused hands far different than
Logan’s. I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood in my mouth.
“Trust is earned, Sculpt. You must earn that. As must she.” His
fingers gripped my chin. “She is very beautiful. When you tire of
her, she’ll make a good amount on auction.”
“ I
suspect she will. But for now, she is mine. Aren’t you,
Emily?”
Never. Never again. “Yes.” I knew my voice was trembling. Logan, God, don’t do this to
me. Even though I
couldn’t see, I felt Logan tense. It was like the air stopped for a
brief second as the room went silent.
“If you lose
the fight, she’ll be sold.”
“I won’t
lose.”
Raul’s finger
slipped across my dry lips, and I knew what I was supposed to do. I
didn’t want to do it, and my stomach churned violently at the
thought of what I had to do. But I did. I couldn’t face that room
downstairs again. Not now. I didn’t know if I ever could again. I
slipped my tongue out and licked it then drew it into my mouth.
Raul chuckled.
“Better.” He let me suckle on it for a few seconds then
withdrew.
My heart was
pounding so hard, I swore they could hear it. The tears sat in the
rims of my eyes, teetering like a ball on a ledge. I clenched my
fingers into fists, nails digging into my palm, trying desperately
to focus on anything but what was happening.
I was glad I
was blindfolded. It may have kept the fear alive of the unknown,
but it also saved me from seeing Raul. Of looking into his narrowed
eyes as I sucked his finger. I’d have never been able to force
myself to do it if I’d been able to see his face. Had Logan known
that? Was there a reason to him keeping me blindfolded? No. I had
to stop fantasizing Logan was in any way helping me.
“You’re a lot
like me, Sculpt,” Raul said. “Determined. Resilient. And I see that
merciless confidence when you fight.”
“I’m nothing
like you, Raul,” Logan replied. “I have what you don’t, and that is
patience.”
Raul laughed.
“Ahh, you know me well. Yes, that is true. I’m not a patient man.”
Footsteps shifted, and the hardwood floor creaked. “She makes one
mistake, and she leaves. I won’t have disobedience in my home—ever.
You should know that, Sculpt.”
The door
opened and closed then I heard a key turn in the lock. Silence.
They’d both left. The sobs choked me as I broke into a thousand
fragments. Why did he hate me so much to do this to me? What had I
done wrong? Why me?
The blindfold
was soaked by my tears. The pain had gone ... No, it was there; my
mind had faded it out in order to survive. What remained was
weakness. That was how I felt. Too tired to fight. Afraid to
fight.
And God yes
... I wanted to be loved by him again. For him to hold me in his
arms and take this nightmare away.
Did I really
think that? How could my mind even contemplate loving him after
what he’s put me through? But I did. I couldn’t control it. He’d
swept me up and taken possession of my heart, even though he was
now ripping it to shreds.
But I wanted
Logan to save me.
I wanted the
man I fell in love with to carry me away from this place.
And I wanted
him to carry me away ... and then ... then I wanted to kill
him.
The door
opened a while later. I was half-aware of Logan’s hands on my
wrists as he undid the ropes and the blindfold. I was too weak and
tired to do anything except fall into his arms.
He picked me
up and carried me to a bed and then pulled a white silk nightgown
over my head. I thought I heard him whisper something to me as he
laid me down, but the pain in my body overrode his useless words as
my body screamed with
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