CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE #2
“Why would I be? I couldn’t care less about your reputation. For what I want from you, that’s of no importance.” His eyes glowed with feral intensity, his steps somewhat sluggish as he made his way to me. I hoped whatever he had to drink was enough.
Subtly, I adjusted my purse on my shoulder, ensuring the camera could capture him fully.
“You never minced your words. Just like the first time you saw me, right? When was that? When I was seventeen?” My heart started beating too fast, and I tried not to think about hundreds and possibly thousands of eyes watching all of this unfold by now.
“You came to our house for dinner and ogled me the whole night. You didn’t stop there, though.
You asked me to walk you out and groped my chest, telling me you were just checking the goods and couldn’t wait for me to get legal to do all kinds of dirty things to me.
” When I told Dad about it, he just told me to get used to it.
“You were always beautiful, Blair. And I prefer them younger. There’s nothing better than a tight, young pussy.”
I shuddered, taking a step to the left before he could reach me. “And also underage.”
“You weren’t underage that first night in the club.”
“But I was barely legal. You couldn’t even wait for my eighteenth birthday to pass before you demanded to see me. I’m sure other girls weren’t as ‘lucky.’”
His lips twisted. “They were all willing, so I don’t see a problem.” Oh my God. “Just like you were, because I didn’t see you complain then. In fact, you looked like you enjoyed it.”
“My dad didn’t allow me to complain. He said I had to do everything you want in order to make you happy, even if that meant I had to pretend that I wanted it.”
His lip curled into a snarl, his eyes clearing. “You’re lying. You wanted it.” He entered my personal space before I could step back and grabbed my chin. “All you cunts want it. It’s why you came here tonight,” he spat out. “You want my attention.”
I yanked my chin out of his grasp, moving aside. “I never wanted your attention. Dad forced me to come tonight because he needs you to keep issuing those permits.”
“So why aren’t you on your knees already?”
“Because I’m done with your and my dad’s bullshit. I’m done letting you two use me for favors.”
“You realize that if I stop issuing your father the permits, his business will hit the skids.”
“His business can go to hell as far as I’m concerned, and so can you, you pedophile.
I’ve been compliant all this time, letting my dad get his way.
He even threatened to use my sister instead if I didn’t obey for ‘the sake of our family.’ But neither my sister nor I is your plaything.
Sooner or later, everything you’ve done will bite you in the ass, and you won’t ever again even think about touching another minor again.
” I spun on my heel to leave. “We’re done here. ”
“Where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed me by my hair and yanked me around, pain bursting from my scalp.
“Let go of me!”
“You don’t get to leave like this. I didn’t invite you here for you to play a spoiled little girl. You’re here to please me, so be a good girl and fucking do what you’re told, or I’ll make this really unpleasant for you.” He shoved me down to the floor.
My knees hit the hard surface, and pain fired off through me as my purse dropped and careened out of my reach. What. The. Hell?
“You can’t do this.”
He stepped above me, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want. Until I’m tired of you, I own you.
” He placed his hand at the back of my head, tearing my mask off my face with the other and tossing it on his desk.
“Now open that pretty mouth and suck my cock like the obedient little slut you are.” He pulled my head forward, and I pushed against his thighs, the bile climbing up my throat. I wasn’t going to let him do this!
“No!” I dug my nails into his skin, and he jerked back, crying out.
I scrambled to get up in my high heels, but before I could, he yanked me by my hair back down and slapped me across my face.
“You little cunt! You don’t get to walk away from this. And since you want to make this difficult for you, I’m going to have to discipline you.” He slapped me again, his fingers in my hair threatening to rip it out as he forced my head not to move.
Panic kicked through me. I’d stashed a pepper spray in my purse in case something like this happened, but my purse was too far away, and if I wanted to reach it—
“Suck my cock. Now.” He shoved his cock in my mouth.
I choked. I clawed at his thighs, trying to push away from him, but he only drove himself deeper into my mouth, cutting off all my air.
No, I tried to say, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t breathe!
I shoved at him again, but he was too strong, and my lungs burned for the air I couldn’t get. He yanked me off his cock, and I started coughing as he tilted my head backward to look at me, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“That’s how I like you. At my mercy and—”
“Get the fuck away from her!” Zach shouted from the other side of the door, kicking it.
Oh God. Zach.
Horror, shock, and relief all crashed over me, and I almost sobbed.
William yanked his clothes up as Zach kicked the door again, the wood shuddering under impact.
After the third kick, the door finally burst open, and Zach filled the doorway, his features twisted with dark rage.
I’d never seen him this mad, this murderous.
He exuded pure danger as he charged across the room to William and drove his fist into his face.
William crashed down, his hands failing to break his fall. Zach didn’t give him a chance to protect himself before kicking him in the balls. William howled and jerked into a fetal position with his hands holding them.
I supported myself against William’s desk to get to my feet, gulping for air. Zach snapped his attention to me, and before I could process it, he was helping me stand, his gaze darting over me frantically.
“Are you okay?”
My eyes widened, surprise and warmth filling me in equal parts. I nodded.
I couldn’t believe he was here. Somehow, he was here and helping me, looking at me like he was really worried, and I couldn’t even begin to explain that. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t even care what was happening to me. Yet he was, and if he hadn’t come, William would have . . . I shuddered.
“What are you doing here?”
“Not now. There’ll be time for that later.” He stared at me a second longer, as though to assure himself I was really alright, then faced William. His gaze turned terrifyingly cold.
“You’ll pay for ever touching her.” He swung his leg and hit William square in his side, sending him rolling to his other side like a rag. William cried out, but that cry was cut short when Zach shoved the tip of his shoe in his mouth. “Suck this.”
Oh my God.
William clawed at Zach’s shoe, gurgling as he tried to say something.
“What? I can’t hear you. You want to suck it deep?
Here you go.” Zach shoved his shoe deeper into his mouth, and William made a choking sound, his face turning purple.
“How does it feel, huh? How does it feel to be owned, you fucking degenerate?” He drew his shoe out of William’s mouth and kicked him in the head.
Something was satisfying about William finally getting his comeuppance and the ferocity of it, and I couldn’t take my eyes away.
But then I winced, remembering I was still live. Shit.
I rushed over to my purse, but footsteps thudded behind me, and I spun around to see Dad dart into the room with three men who could only be members of William’s security. Panic slammed into me as I thought back to Dad’s promise to make Zach pay.
“Get him,” Dad said.
“No, wait—” I started.
Two guards grabbed Zach on both sides and pulled him away from William.
“Let him go!”
Zach yanked against them, glaring at my dad with murder in his eyes. “I’m going to make you regret everything.”
“You’re the one who is going to regret—” William said, sitting up, but Dad raised his hand in a stop motion, striding over to my purse.
“Don’t say another word. She’s recording all of this.”
William wiped his gaze at me. “What?”
I glanced at Zach, finding no surprise on his face, and a whole load of emotions crossed through me because it could only mean he’d watched the live.
“My wife’s assistant called and told me Blair is LIVE on TikTok, filming your interaction.
Judging by the camera angle, her phone is in her purse.
” Locating my purse on the floor, Dad snatched it up and ripped open the zipper, taking out the phone and stopping the live.
Slowly, his eyes rose to look at me, pure malice in them twisting my stomach into a knot of fear.
He flung the phone to the floor, cracking the screen.
“You stupid bitch,” he hissed. “You messed up everything. Everything!”
I jutted out my chin. “It’s what you deserve. You should be in prison, along with him.” I motioned at William.
Dad’s face turned grotesque with animosity, the veins on his hand protruding as he fisted it. “I’m going to deal with you. But first.” He walked over to Zach, and an alarm went off in my head.
“Get away from him!” I surged toward them, but the third guard caught me. “What the hell? Let me go.” I yanked against the guard, but he didn’t budge.
Dad punched Zach in his face, splitting his lip open.
“No!” I shouted.
Zach jerked against the arms that held him, blood pouring down his chin as he raised his head to snarl at Dad.
“I was looking for you, you piece of shit. You dared to come to my house under false identity and then left like nothing happened. And after I gave you money to fucking disappear!” He hit him in the stomach.
Zach grunted in pain, doubling over.
I glared at Dad, tugging against the man holding me. “Don’t do this!”