Chapter 39
OLLY
My jaw hits the floor at Damon's words, as I take in his current disheveled appearance.
My hand hesitates in the air, with the metal lamp base ready to pummel him, but I get one whiff of the strong alcohol fumes coming off of him, and see the unsteadiness of the hand holding the gun he's still brazenly pointing at us, and I reconsider my actions.
Fuck, this guy is mentally unstable on a good day.
Add being intoxicated to the mix, and it's a deadly combination.
Do I want to risk getting shot, on top of everything else they've already put me through?
This is all a nightmare I can't seem to escape from.
"Put the fucking gun down, Damon, before you shoot someone!
" River demands as he takes a step toward me, prompting Cross to growl and curl his lip like a feral animal, his hands rising, as if he's prepared to swing at River once again, regardless of our current predicament.
Well, shit, I'm not sure if I should be more afraid of Damon or Cross at this point.
"That's the... fucking point... of a gun," Damon slurs and waves it around, and River tackles me to the ground, the air whooshing out of my pain-filled chest, as the lamp base goes flying away from my grasp.
His hand cradles my head to prevent any impact with the floor, but his heavy, naked body crushes me nonetheless.
A pained cry leaves my lips with terror, and Cross roars loudly, stepping forward and yanking the gun right out of Damon's hand, as the psychopath grins, like he's watching an episode of reality TV instead of threatening people with a weapon.
"You're a danger to yourself and everyone else, Damon.
Get your shit together and stop fucking drinking!
" Cross yells as he pockets the gun, and turns back toward River and me as I dig my elbow into River's chest, trying to get him to release me from his crushing embrace, as my ribs protest every movement and constricted breath of air. I almost want to laugh at the fact that I hadn’t felt any pain when he was giving me orgasms, but now my aching body is reminding me vividly of the shape I’m in, all thanks to the three of them.
"Get off of me!" I screech, my voice loud and menacing. Instead of immediately complying, River digs his lower body further into mine, until I can feel his hardening cock pressed between my asscheeks. Oh hell no.
"No offense, Livy, but I'm really happy right where I am at the moment.
Your body is not only sexy as fuck, but it's also comfortable to lie on.
" All I see is red at his words. It's like waving a flag in front of a raging bull.
I'm sick of these assholes thinking they can manhandle me.
I release a grunt as I try to buck him off of me, but the idiot wraps his arms tighter around my frame while the other two watch.
I can see Damon leering as he observes my struggle, and if the tension in Cross's body is anything to go by, we're about to have further violence.
I try to headbutt River, but he dodges. "Whatever happened to girls being able to take a fucking compliment?
Come on, pretty girl, stop trying to hit me, or I'll slip back inside of you and make you moan. "
No, he fucking didn't just say that! I no longer care who's watching, or of the possible consequences to my actions, never mind that I'm still naked, in a room with three psychotic men who kidnapped me.
I raise my right hand, and use the back of it to connect with River's nose as hard as I can.
He screams in pain, releasing me, which works to my advantage as he lifts enough for me to slip from underneath him, as he clutches his bleeding nose.
"And I'm the violent one," Damon gruffs, as I use my hands to attempt to cover my nakedness, before Cross tosses me a throw blanket from one of the accent chairs in the room.
He quirks a dark eyebrow, as if he expects me to thank him for his kindness.
It will be a cold day in hell before that ever happens.
"Get out of here, now! All of you!" I scream, inching my way closer to the discarded lamp, my only available weapon.
Fuck, I should have gone for the knife hidden under the mattress.
I watch cautiously as River rises to his feet, unabashedly naked, and still pinching his nose to stem the bloodflow.
Honestly, I have little to no hope that any of them will listen to me.
I prepare myself to have to fight them off, even as exhaustion drags at me.
Damon raises his eyebrow condescendingly at me, and turns to see Cross's reaction, and I spy River doing the same, as if he's waiting for a command to attack from their de facto leader.
If my only hope is to appeal to my stepbrother's humanity or conscience, I'm fucked. He doesn't have either.
"Be downstairs in the kitchen in ten minutes, violent little psycho, or I will come back up to get you, and you won't enjoy that.
" Cross narrows his glance as he meets mine, and in the depths of his dark mocha eyes, I witness how much he hopes I'll disobey him, so he has another opportunity to hurt me.
"And, Olivia, wash River’s fucking cum off of you. "
Heat flushes up my body, and I can feel my face going bright red.
His words make me realize that I do, in fact, have cum dripping down my inner thighs.
Oh my fucking god, that asshole came inside of me without a damn condom, and I allowed that to happen.
Where the hell was my brain at? It has to be a moment of temporary insanity.
Jesus, how many STDs have I just caught?
It's on the tip of my panicked tongue to ask River when he last got tested, but before I get the chance, a loud banging catches all of our attention.
"Who the fuck could that be?" River questions, grabbing his discarded boxers and slipping them on, while Damon watches like a depraved fiend, even going so far as to lick his lips at the sight of River's semi-hard cock.
Why is he semi-hard? Is he getting off on all of this?
God, why do I have to be surrounded by perverts?
Cross storms out of the room, with Damon and River quickly on his heels, and lacking some much-needed brain cells, I follow immediately behind them, after wrapping the blanket tightly around myself.
The banging gets louder and louder, as we race down the stairs toward the front door.
It's as if someone's throwing themselves at it, trying to break it down and get in.
Then I catch the furious voice shouting through the thick wood. What. The. Hell?
"Lavender! Lavender, I know you're in there!
I'm coming, baby, I'll fucking kill them all!
You hear me, fuckers, I'm going to end all of you if you're hurting her!
" Sim bangs again, and we hear the loud crack of wood splintering, as he continues to try to breach its strong hold and gain access inside.
Cross gives me a dirty look, as if I'm somehow responsible for this shit happening, as he forces the door open, just as Sim goes to slam once more into it, and he ends up falling through it, landing on his hands and knees on the polished marble floor.
"Fuck!" he groans as he stares up at me from the floor. "Lavender! Thank fuck, baby!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing here, Melfort?
" Cross questions, the gun pulled out of his pocket, and pointed right at Sim's head.
My throat closes with panic as I watch the two of them, and my worry for Sim just escalates further, as the other two move in closer, like sharks smelling blood in the water.
Sim doesn't even look concerned at the weapon pointed at him, as he rises to his feet gracefully.
He gives Cross a dismissive look, which causes a tic to start jumping in Cross's jaw.
"I'm here to save my girl." The way he just declares that, as if he has every right to, and no fear, makes my chest clench, and my mouth go bone dry.
"Save her from what exactly?" Damon moves forward, until he is a mere foot or two away from Sim, and I can feel the waves of malice radiating off of him. He's itching for a fight, and he knows Sim will give him one. "Who the fuck do you think you are even coming here, threatening anything?"
Sim raises himself to his imposing height, which is an inch or two taller than Damon, and the other guys.
He flexes and squares his broad shoulders, his jaw hardening as his dark midnight blue eyes turn obsidian, and I get a glimpse of the fearless fighter, sizing up his competition.
Fuck, this situation is about to go from bad to worse.
A part of me wants to let that happen, to allow Sim to unleash his rage on these three idiots who thought it wise to hurt me.
If I thought only fists would be involved, I'd let it happen and even join the fray, but Cross is still holding that gun pointed menacingly at Sim, and something tells me he won't hesitate to shoot him.
Just as I'm about to open my lips to implore them all to stand down, a loud throat clearing from behind us gets all of our attention.
"What the hell is happening here?" Gerald's furious voice rings out, followed by my mother's large, dramatic grasp.
"Who the fuck are you, and why are you breaking down my door? "
"Olivia, why are you at the door with only a blanket on? Why is River only in his underwear?" My mom's hysterical voice questions, as she moves to stand in front of Gerald, her eyes wide with shock.
My eyes ping-pong between my parents and the guys, and I see the same shock they try to disguise instantly on their faces.
They didn't know they were here either. Shit, this is bad, really bad.
Cross lowers the gun and quickly pockets it, but Gerald clocks the movement, and a look of further displeasure mars his stoic expression.
"I'm Lavender... I mean, Olly's boyfriend, Sim. I'm here to make sure your psycho son, and his deranged friends, haven't hurt her," Sim replies with conviction and reaches for my arm, pulling me closer to him, and using his large body as a shield between himself and everyone else.
Oh shit, forget worse, an atomic bomb just went off in here.