Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
“I beg you, please. Do not do this!” I whispered, but Jule’s hand continued to lift my dress until it was gathered at my waist. Fingers gripped onto the side of my undergarments and, in seconds, Jules had thrown them on them on the floor.
“Mmm, Tiff, would you look at that pretty pussy,” Jules slurred, and her finger landed on my knee and slowly headed north. I flayed my feet trying to throw her off, but Tiff pressed down harder on my wrists and gripped my cheeks in her hand with an almost bruising strength.
I whimpered and I cried, but they did not care. And then Jule’s finger reached the apex of my thighs and I cried out in panic as her fingertip ran along the seam of my private parts, my legs stiffening as tears poured down my cheeks. Jules finger became unrelenting, as she circled and caressed me, moving over me to press her lips across my face.
“You’re so, wet, baby,” Jules murmured into my ear, her finger increasing in speed. “You wet for me, baby? You like me petting this pretty pussy?” I stared at the ceiling, my mind becoming numb. “You’re so beautiful. So beautiful, baby…” I hated the sensation of her touching me, rubbing at the bud at the top.
Tiff’s face suddenly came into view above me. She lifted her hand and ripped the headdress from my head, my blond hair falling down spilling on to the linen. Then she reached down and unbuttoned the front of my dress, wrenching it apart, my breasts coming into view.
Tiff’s eyes lit with fire as she inspected my body. Trailing a finger down my cheek and along the front of my throat.
“No!” I called out, but Tiff ignored my wishes and leaned down, pressing herself against my chest, her hand cupping my breast, her fingers clamping around the nipple. I screamed upon feeling a red-hot pain.
“Look at you, baby. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous. That body… shit! No wonder Ky can’t keep his dick away from you.”
“Please,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “Please let me go.”
Tiff’s hand froze on my breast. As she reared back, I allowed myself to exhale in relief. But I need not have bothered, for when I relaxed, she raised her hand at great speed and hit me so hard across my face that a high-pitched ringing sounded in my ears. The taste of coppery blood further filled my mouth and everything seemed to slow down.
I rolled back my heavy head to look at her. Tiff caught my unsteady gaze and leaned forward until we were nose to nose. “We’re gonna fuck you, baby. We’re gonna see just why Ky dumped our asses for you.”
Pain sliced through my lower half as Jules became too rough. I tensed at this desecration of my body and I cried out in fear.
It was happening again! Just as Prophet David had said. I had tempted again. Tiff and Jules were being driven insane by the satanic desire to devour me, to possess me…teach me a lesson for owning this cursed body and robbing them of the man they held so dear.
I was being punished. I was always being punished!
Lord! I had let my guard down with Ky’s return. Let my sinful desire to see him overtake my sensibilities.
The devil would be dancing.
Tiff’s hand moved over my chest and her palm continued to grab at my breasts as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I had to shut his out. I had to shut it all out.
Reminded of the commune and my many hours of schooling by Brother Noah, I reverted back to my old coping mechanism and switched off, mentally taking myself away from this horrible place, until—
“WHAT. THE. FUCK?”
Hearing a deafening roar come from the doorway, I saw a man enter the room… and my heart soared with hope.
Ky. I whimpered in gratitude and relief.
His tanned rugged face was awash with horror as his blue eyes took in the scene. Then his expression darkened to one of murderous rage.
Behind me, Tiff froze over my bruised, bare flesh, then backed away, leaving my exposed body on show. Jule’s fingers dropped from between my legs and she scampered over the mattress to join Tiff. I tried to move, but I was frozen in place. Every part of me screamed in pain and fear, rendering me unresponsive. When Ky glanced down at me, I saw the same fear reflected in his eyes. It was not fear for himself, but fear for me.
Behind Ky, the door smashed open again. Hush and Cowboy burst through.
“Shit!” Cowboy spat as he saw me on the bed with bitter tears dripping down my nose. “Shit! Lilah!”
Ky suddenly punched the wall and that was all the warning Ky gave as he charged forward like an animal, rabid fury in his stare. He ripped a long thin knife from his cut. Tiff and Jules started screaming and held each other in fear. Shocked at this sudden action, I scrambled up the bed, curling up in a ball against the headboard.
“Fuck!” Hush spat and ran at Ky, wrapping his arms around his waist, stopping him in his tracks. Ky struggled against the hold, trying to break free to get at Tiff and Jules.
“Cowboy, get them the fuck outta here. Hold them in the bar!” Hush ordered. Cowboy ran past a livid Ky and Hush gripped Tiff and Jules by the arms and dragged them out of the room.
“Ky, calm the fuck down!” Hush said trying to soothe Ky. He released his arm, and Ky turned, pushing Hush against the bedroom wall.
“They attacked her!” Ky bellowed, his fists gripping tightly to Hush’s shirt. “Those sluts fuckin’ attacked my bitch!”
It was all too much. I was sore, hurt and, more than that, terrified of Ky’s anger.
Dropping my head in my hands, I screamed. I screamed until my throat was raw. I screamed until I could scream no more. I turned my head to the wall, covering my ears with my hands and whimpering. Every part of me ached, my mind holding the image of Tiff and Jules pinning me down.