Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I changed my mind, if Cordero is so in love with you, I wanted to see what the fuss was all about,” he tells me. “Let’s see how long you last when I do that over and over again.” A dark rumble of a laugh vibrates deep in his throat. “And when I finally give you back to Victor tomorrow, you’ll be nothing but a used-up fuck toy.”
My mouth opens, but no words come out, merely a choke of pained emotion. I know begging him for mercy won’t do anything. The man is incapable of human emotion. He’s no devil, he’s a fucking demon made from the darkness of hell.
He rises, pushing his cock into his jeans, and I sigh when I hear the zipper hissing its way back up. My jaw aches, my whole body is in agony. Seconds later, I feel a pinch against my arm, and soon enough, there’s a warmth spreading through my system.
Drugs.
I don’t know what he’s shot into my veins, but I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. Once again, darkness slithers up my spine, and I allow it to steal me.
I’m on my back when I wake up again. There’s an ache in my chest, and when I open my eyes and look up, I come face to face with Rodrigo. He’s perched across my body, straddling me. There’s a glint from the left, and I turn to see he’s holding a sleek blade, twisting it back and forth.
He doesn’t speak. He just stares at me, and fear attacks me with a vengeance. He shoves down my body, watching as I shiver, when he places the tip of the blade on my neck. The pinch of the steel making me wince.
Ever so slowly, he trails it down my chest, over each of my breasts, teasing my nipples until they harden. His eyes glow with ferocious lust, and I want to puke. I have nothing in my stomach to throw up, and the burn of acid is fierce, bringing tears to my eyes.
When Rodrigo reaches my navel, he presses the blade into the indentation and chuckles when I whimper in fear. My eyes are wide, waiting for the fatal blow, but it never comes because when he reaches my core, he flips the knife over, and shoves the handle into my body.
My back arches, and I kick out in an attempt to free myself, to move away from the invasion, but I can’t. He laughs darkly, amusement dancing in his dark eyes, and I know I can’t do anything other than take his assault.
There’s no longer pain, and when I close my eyes, I focus on the darkness instead of the action. He smiles, evil and feral, no longer a man but an animal. He enjoys the torment, and I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh as he fucks me with the weapon that I know can take my life at any second he chooses.
Another pinch against my arm causes my eyes to snap open. It’s not the same stuff they gave me earlier, because I don’t feel warmth, I’m merely tingly all over, my limbs feel as if they’ve fallen asleep.
I can’t move my body anymore, and my head feels as if there’s a heavy weight holding it down. My mouth opens, but no words come out. A scream is lodged in my throat, but it never escapes, it merely chokes me with its force.
“Can you feel this?” My tormentor chuckles when he picks up a clamp and attaches it to my clit. I can’t answer him, he knows this. He continues to clamp my nipples. Once he’s happy with his handiwork, he pulls out his cock again, fisting it as he looks down at me.
Tears escape my lashes, they stain my cheeks, but nothing can ever cleanse me of the agony that’s slowly coursing through my veins. Rodrigo pushes his cock into me, and it feels like I’m breaking apart.
I can’t move, but I can see him. I can’t fight him off, but I can watch him. He’s taking everything from me, and it’s not because he hates me, it’s because of my love of Victor.
31
Victor
Two days.
Forty-eight-fucking-hours.
I fucked up. When Javier returned to the house with me the same night that I gave her to my enemy, I went on a rampage. I broke through the room where Sofía was staying and found the phone that the asshole had given her.
It was broken, shattered into a million pieces. When I had one of my guys look at it, he tested the signal, and no information had been transmitted.
She tried to tell me. She begged and pleaded, and I ignored her. In my rage, I gave the only person I ever loved to another man, and I don’t know how many times he would’ve raped her by now, but I vowed to find her.