Chapter 12 #2
The bridge had a deep, spreading rot. The second I stepped on those ancient boards, the whole thing was going to crumble underneath me.
But. If I ran very fast. I might be able to outrun the rot.
And it would break behind me so Gabriel couldn’t follow.
He’d be forced to go around the pond, and by then I’d be in the Uber.
Unhesitatingly, I headed to the bridge, gripping the twisted railings and pounding across the boards.
I could hear them cracking as I ran, but I couldn’t turn back now.
A board fell off underneath me, landing with a stodgy plop into the muddy pond.
The boards were rough under my fingers, and I had to grip the railing to keep myself upright.
There was a massive crack behind me, and I could feel him.
He couldn’t make it across! The bridge was literally crumbling underneath me.
I was almost to the other side when my foot suddenly plunged into a hole and I stumbled, grabbing desperately at the railings, but they were cracking under my fingers too, and I was going to be horribly maimed or killed on these rocks. . .
Just as the railing split under my fingers, I felt a hard hand grip the back of my shirt and then I was flying through the air, landing hard on the soggy but safe ground.
And then in another moment the stolen cellphone was plucked from the back of my dress and I heard it plop into the lake.
My entire front was covered in muck and mud and the next thing I heard was,
“Gabriel Devereaux? Shit, man. What the fuck was that? Bro? I’ve got $775 riding on your first game, so do me a solid and stay in for like more than 16 minutes but less than 19? And can I get your autograph?”
The Uber driver had scrambled out and was digging in the messy front of his car for a pen.
A big hand closed around my mouth as Gabriel dragged me upright.
“My therapist,” he said.
Then he scrawled his autograph all over this dipshit’s face and the driver went away, cackling with excitement.
“Lose this address!” Gabriel called back. “The next car I see that I don’t recognize is going to go missing.”
Then he whirled around and dropped his hand.
I sucked in a huge breath to scream and he spat directly in my open mouth, in a harsh, violent motion, yanking my jaw wider so he could do it again.
I gargled in rage, and he jammed my mouth shut again.
“Swallow.”
I swallowed, his spit going down my throat sweet and wrong as I clenched my fists with rage.
“I’m going to get free and when I do I’ll call the cops.”
It was foolish, but even as I realized that I couldn’t regret it.
Even as his big hand closed around my throat.
“Do it then.”
“Maybe they’ll suspend you.”
His eyes were disturbing, flat dead black pupils staring down at me.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe they’d put you in jail.”
He shoved a knee forward, grinding it into my cunt.
“And what happens when I get out?”
I said nothing, my breath catching as he tightened his fingers.
“What happens when I get out, doctor?”
“M-maybe they won’t let you out.”
“I’m rich. Yes, they would. And you know what I’d do? Hunt you fucking down and punish your ass, like I’m going to do right now.”
And he shoved me against a tree and pulled up my skirt.
When I looked down in horror, he was ripping my belt from its loops.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Did you know psychopaths don’t like to be fucking crossed? That’s something for your research, baby.”
The first lick of the belt on my bare ass hurt like hell, and it was followed by another hard, vicious snap that made me squeal in pain.
“I’m going to punish you until my arm gets tired and then I’ll fuck you.”
“Ouch, god, Gabriel, stop!”
He snorted. “Whine to someone who cares.”
“Your father cares!”
His hands tightened on my aching ass, and then he suddenly hauled back and slapped it again.
“This ass isn’t my father’s. Or anyone else’s. Only mine. You belong to me, do you understand that?”
“No!”
The belt flicked out again, catching the fleshiest part of my ass and making tears spring to my eyes.
It was agony, my entire ass feeling raw and brutalized.
“Do you imagine I’d ever let you go?” he growled.
“It doesn’t matter what you do. It doesn’t matter if you run.
Run if you want. If you like getting your little ass whipped.
I’ll chase you every time. And you won’t like what I do to anyone else in the vicinity.
You won’t like what I do to anyone who helps you. ”
Snap
I squealed in dismay.
“How pretty these little marks are,” Gabriel said, in that cold dead psychopath’s voice. “So pink, like a flower or some shit. Makes me want to make more.”
He knelt down, licking at the burning skin of my ass as he made satisfied rumbling noises deep in his chest.
“Gabriel, it hurts!” I complained, but I felt slick heat wet on my thighs, embarrassing proof of what he could do to my body, and when he had licked every massive welt, he turned me around, rubbing my sore ass against the rough bark of the tree as he nipped at my clit.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out my orgasm, but of course it was impossible, the sensations building at me from the sting of the welts on my ass and the heat in my pussy to see his massive shoulders between my thighs.
My pussy lips were swollen and dripping, and he had barely touched my clit, sucking it into his mouth, when I exploded hard, squirting out slick release in hard, tight pulses, moaning in relief.
As I released, arching my body with the painful, urgent pleasure, I felt a stinging sensation on the back of my neck, and I reached my hand back to feel a strange, smooth metal bump there.
“A tracker,” Gabriel growled. “So this shit doesn’t happen again.”
Then he flipped me down doggy style and fucked me hard, over and over until he was done and not a moment before.
When he finally stopped, every cell in my body was limp as a rag, and I had no energy left to resist when he pulled me upright and raised my fourth finger. I tried to focus, but the world was spinning around me as he shoved something down on my finger.
“What’s that?” I asked blearily.
I blinked uncomprehendingly at the massive. . .pink diamond? I knew of only one pink diamond in the entire world that was this flawless. . .
“That’s your wedding ring. Congratulations on your engagement and marriage, Lark.”