Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Aspen
My pulse spiked as I took in the four guys who had requested my services. All of them stared at me with matching expressions of confusion and disbelief. I knew I’d have to face them eventually, but I thought it would be on my own terms. Not like this. My eyes darted down to Myles’ hand that was latched around my arm, beads of sweat coating his face as he leered over me.
I couldn’t do this. It was too much. My breathing increased causing my chest to heave at an unhealthy speed. Panic seized me as everything came rushing to the surface. The water in my lungs, Raven’s bloody body, the knife in Myles’ hand, the cigarette burns, raping me, being waterboarded.
“You’re freaking her out,” Collin hissed as he limped forward, clutching his ribs. A look of concern washed over his features as he approached. “We’re not going to hurt you,” he soothed. “Just don’t run.”
My gaze met Myles’ who just stared at me with an unreadable expression, his skin pale and looking unhealthy. He was obviously high. The black of his pupils ate away the blue in his eyes, making him look that much more dangerous. Still seated, was Foster. The muscles in his face were tight as he fought internally, trying to figure something out. Hunter was standing, but he looked unsure of what to do.
“What do you want?” I whispered, returning my gaze to the guy still holding me captive.
“I want what I’m paying for. Get on that pole and shake your ass.” Myles jutted his chin toward the private stage in the section, his eyes darkening with something sinister.
I wasn’t sure I could do this. I’ve danced for countless men before, and none of them had this effect on me. My fingers twitched, shivers tracked down my spine, and unease swept through me, forcing nausea to take root in my stomach. My gaze darted between the four of them nervously, hoping one of them would speak up and decline my services. When none of them said a word, defeat washed over me, and my shoulders slumped forward in defeat.
Myles smirked at me as if he could read my thoughts and his grip on my arm loosened. I couldn’t wait to wipe that arrogant look right off his face. Sucking in a sharp breath, I brushed past him, striding over to the stage. If it was a dance he wanted, then it was a dance he’d get.
The song changed at the perfect time, rap blaring through the speakers of the club. My breathing was ragged as I took the pole between my hands and slowly moved around it, turning the metal in the process. This had to be one of the most humiliating things I’ve had to do. They didn’t deserve a thing from me. But if it was only a dance, I could live with that.
The guys returned to their seats, all staring at me with matching looks of interest. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around the pole in a seductive manner. My body moved along to the beat of the music, and I climbed higher and higher until I was twirling back down, my ass on obvious display with how short this damn skirt was. Normally, I wouldn’t care. But I didn’t want them seeing me like this. When I reached the floor, I parted my legs and used the pole to help lift myself back to my feet.
My gaze locked on Foster’s, his jaw ticking with tension as he took me in. In his eyes, I was supposed to be dead. Hell, at one point, I wanted to be. A sheen of sweat coated my skin as I continued to dance on the stage. Closing my eyes, I imagined the dance was for a variety of hungry men and not my tormentors. My limbs eased up a fraction, making my movements more sensual.
As the song neared its end, I got down on all fours, flipping my long hair behind me and giving them the show of a lifetime. Raising myself back on my knees, my hands roamed along the curves of my body before the song finally ended.
My heart thudded rapidly as I made my way off the stage and rounded it, halting when I approached the guys. Varying looks of heat and intrigue crossed all of their faces, making my heart spike even more.
“Come,” Myles ordered, patting his leg. He cocked his head, daring me to refuse him.
I clenched my teeth before reluctantly striding toward him and sinking down on his lap. It would be stupid to deny him. I needed to play my cards smart, and hopefully, they’d leave me alone. At least long enough to get my shit in order so I could strike them down. Not to mention, this was my job, and Talissa was clear on her rules. Refusing them wasn’t an option. Myles’ hand latched onto my bare waist, sending electricity spiraling through me.
“What’s your plan?” I demanded. “Come to finish what you failed to do last time?” My gaze slid to Foster’s again, knowing he’d probably be the one to make that call.
Foster didn’t hesitate, reaching over and grabbing me by my face, squeezing firmly. A fire blazed within his eyes as he glared at me. “Maybe. Is there a reason we should?”
My hand shook with the urge to punch him, but I had to remind myself that it would only make things worse for me. There were four of them, and one of me. “Like you need a reason,” I bit out despite the pain his grip was inflicting.
Myles chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter between the two of us. “I see she hasn’t lost her fire.” His hand moved to trail over my bare stomach before he reached my breast and started kneading it in his palm. Instinctively, Foster’s gaze followed the movement, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. Anger coursed through me as memories slammed into the front of my mind. My body tensed as he touched my breasts, even though I lowkey enjoyed the way his hands felt on my body.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” I said breathlessly, shifting uncomfortably on his lap.
“We don’t need permission. Talissa lets us do whatever the fuck we want,” Myles said, nuzzling into my neck as he pulled my back flush against his chest, causing his friend’s hand to drop from around my face. His hot breath swept over my skin, forcing goosebumps to trickle along the sensitive flesh. I shifted again, not liking the way my body was betraying me. A growl rumbled low in his throat, his hands tightening around my boobs, making me gasp. “You’re making me hard. I suggest you stop moving your ass along my dick before I bend you over the couch and fuck the living shit out of you.”
My body froze at his crude words, my head spinning. The last time he’d fucked me wasn’t all that pleasant. If it was anything like that, it would be a painful experience. The way he’d taken my ass so brutally without any preparation was still engraved into my mind.
“I’m not your fucking toy,” I gritted out, frustration clawing at me. “I’m not the same girl you left for dead; I’m stronger now.”
“We’ll see.” His right hand drifted to the zipper holding my top together and he tugged it down in one fluid motion, my breasts spilling from the garment. I didn’t bother fighting it, because what was the point? As long as he wasn’t trying to stick his dick in me, fuck it.
Foster looked away, a muscle thrumming along the side of his jaw. The thought of him not wanting to see me like this was comical. After everything, now he wanted to be chivalrous. “What’s wrong blondie?” I taunted. “You only want to watch if I’m getting raped?”
Myles released a full-on laugh, the sound music to my ears as much as I hated to admit it. It was rare coming from him, and I hated what it did to me. He slipped the halter from around my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Foster snapped his hand out again, grabbing me by the throat this time. I whimpered as he pulled me from Myles’ lap and onto his, hatred blazing in his blue eyes.
“You want me to watch, Aspen?” he growled, positioning my back against his front like Myles had done. One hand remained locked around my throat, his knees slipping between my legs and spreading them apart. “How bout I do you one better?”
With his free hand, he reached up my skirt, causing my heart to thud rapidly in my chest. Me and my stupid fucking mouth. Panic gripped me in its clutches as his fingers grazed against the soft material of my thong. His fingers pushed the front of my panties to the side and inched toward my center. My thighs clenched on instinct, but it did nothing since my legs were locked in place.
“Foster,” Collin said hesitantly, warring emotions flickering across his face.
“Shut up, Walker or it’ll be your dick inside her. Do you want that on your conscience?” When Collin didn’t say anything, Foster jammed a finger inside me causing my back to arch. A strangled and surprised moan tore from my throat.
The only time Foster has ever touched me was when he groped me that one time in his room. This was so unlike him—so unexpected. Fear and arousal battled together as they coursed through my trembling body.
“Is this what you wanted?” he demanded, his hot breath drifting across my ear. “You want me, Aspen? Is that it?” His words came out heated and frantic as he continuously plunged his finger in and out.
“I’m surprised you could even locate the pussy,” I retorted breathlessly. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I tried to refrain from touching him. They could do whatever they wanted to me. That would just be fuel to my fire.
His hand tightened around my throat until my breath thinned out. Panic encased me once again as I fought for oxygen. Black spots danced around my vision, fear consuming me entirely. He released me instantly, allowing me the air I needed. Sucking in greedily, my chest rose and fell in rapid succession.
“Just because I’ve never stuck my dick inside a pussy, doesn’t mean I’ve never touched one.” His words were dark and sinister, causing a series of chills to erupt through my body. This was news to me. Before I could think about it too much, he inserted a second finger, my pussy stretching around them. “You’re pretty tight for a fucking slut,” he grunted, the muscles in his arm straining as he continued torturing me.
Annoyance bubbled up inside me from the insult. “If I’m such a slut, then why the hell are you touching me?” I snipped.
“Because sluts get treated like sluts.”
His ministrations on my sensitive area had my toes curling within my leather boots. My breath caught in my throat as heat swept through me. I hated him. I hated them . Why the fuck was my body betraying me like this?
“Look at me,” Myles commanded.
Reluctantly, I turned my head to face him. His lips kicked up in a satisfied smirk. “I want to watch your face when you come,” he continued. “Know that Foster Henderson did it to you and that you came undone by his hand.”
Anger flooded me instantly, overpowering any desire I had for a release. I wiggled against Foster, trying my best to get away, but his hold on my neck only tightened, leaving me just enough room to breathe. His dick hardened beneath my ass, making a gasp flutter past my lips.
Foster was a monster, but he never touched me like this—never forced me himself. I don’t know what triggered this change in him, but it was terrifying. My core tightened as he hooked his fingers inside me and started hitting the perfect spot.
“I hate you,” I growled through pants as my body fought against my brain.
Foster’s hand loosened from around my neck, and he moved it to my breast, twirling my hardened nipple between his fingertips. A shudder rumbled through me making it even harder to resist. “That’s what makes this fun,” he whispered in a raspy voice, sounding so unlike him I didn’t even know what to think of it. A whimper tore from my throat when he inserted a third finger, my pussy burning from the intrusion. My head fell back against his shoulder as my breathing increased.
“S-stop,” I stammered.
He was the enemy. He didn’t deserve to touch me like this. Foster didn’t give a shit about me, making that extremely clear when he shoved me off a fucking cliff and left me for dead. Even now, he continued to slut shame me.
“You don’t really want that, Aspen. Do you?” Myles questioned, directing my attention back to him. “You might hate us, but you love the way we make you feel.” He sounded so sure of himself that I wanted to deny it. But the sad truth is…he was right. They made me feel things I’ve never felt before. Sexually, of course. None of these assholes would get anything more from me. Even if I did have somewhat of a sweet spot for Collin.
Another moan ripped from me, echoing around the VIP section as Foster continued hitting that sweet spot. Before long, my hips were moving against his hand, humiliation tearing through me at the same time, but the urge to come was even stronger. His hand gripped my breast tightly sending electricity straight to my core. With every move of my hips, my ass brushed against his hardened length. A grunt fluttered past his lips, but he didn’t try to stop me. My abdomen tightened, sending me over the edge and a cry of pure pleasure left me, my walls tightening around his fingers as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.
Foster removed his hand, my release all over it as it dripped down his fingers and wrist. “Stand and face me,” he instructed.
On shaky legs, I rose and did exactly as he said. “What now?” I asked breathlessly.
“Suck my fingers. I want you to lick off every drop of your come. Don’t disappoint me.” His eyes narrowed as he uttered the last sentence.
“And if I don’t?” I challenged.
A twisted smile curled the corners of his mouth sending tremors rocking through my body. He seemed even more sadistic than I remembered. “Then you’ll be punished. Just like old times.” He winked, clearly enjoying this.
Swallowing, I leaned toward him. All of their eyes were fixated on me, waiting to see what I’d do. I needed to choose my battles. If there was one thing these douchebags have taught me, it’s that they didn’t play around. My lips brushed against his fingers, his heated gaze following every movement I made. My tongue slipped out, licking the tips of his fingers before I widened my mouth and sucked just like he requested. The tangy taste of my release melted on my tongue, but at least it was mine. Removing his fingers from my mouth, I licked along his wrist until every last drop was gone, our eyes locked the entire time.
“Happy, psycho?” I snipped, pulling away completely.
His lips twitched in amusement. “For now.” He reached beside him, grabbing his glass of champagne. He offered it to me, my eyebrows jumping in surprise. “Good girls get rewarded.”
I snorted in response. “If it’s a good girl you want, you’ve got the wrong bitch.”
“So…you don’t want it?” he challenged, arching an eyebrow.
Truthfully, I’ve already had way too much to drink tonight. But given the circumstances… a sigh rushed out of me, and I wrapped my hand around the flute, instantly bringing it to my lips. The carbonated beverage slipped down my throat with ease, erasing the remnants of the release on my tongue.
Collin looked at me from his perch in the armchair, hesitation crossing his face like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Finally, he cleared his throat when he realized I’d finally noticed him. “H-how have things been since…” he trailed off, but I knew exactly what he was trying to say.
“Since you assholes raped me and then threw me off a cliff after murdering my friend?” I hissed, my blood boiling in my veins. His golden eyes left mine and drifted to his hands that were folded in his lap. “I’ve been great.” The sarcasm rolled off my tongue easily, making him flinch. I readjusted my thong and backed away from Foster. “Thanks for the orgasm, but if we’re done here, I have shit to do.”
A dangerous laugh rumbled from Myles, causing my eyes to dart in his direction. “You’re not going anywhere. You escaped us once; it’s not happening again.”
Myles reached into the bag near his feet and pulled something out of it, curling his hand around the object so that I couldn’t see what it was. Fear sprouted within my gut at his declaration. I couldn’t go back to how things were before. I’d rather die than let them torture me as they saw fit.
“Grab her,” Myles demanded, rising to his feet.
Panic consumed me as Hunter and Foster both jumped up to do his bidding. My legs shook as I stumbled backwards, their dark gazes pinned on me. There was no way I’d reach the exit in time. I was far away from the staircase and completely out of sight. The only way out of this was to fight, and even then, those odds were slim to none.
Foster lunged for me, wrapping his hand around my bicep. Without even having to think about it, I jammed my stiletto into his sneaker, making him hiss out in pain, his fingers loosening around me.
“You’ll regret that, bitch,” he seethed, his blue eyes darkening.
When Hunter attempted to grab me, I threw the champagne all over his head, making his entire body tense before I tossed the glass on the floor. The liquid dampened his hair, dripping on his black hoodie and on the floor.
Strong arms wrapped around my midsection causing me to gasp out in surprise. “Sorry, Aspen. I just can’t lose you again,” Collin said apologetically. I bucked and moved against him, trying to do anything to loosen his hold on me. When I aimed my boot at his foot, he was faster, moving it away before it could make contact.
His ribs.
Guilt washed over me at the thought. He’d just been in the hospital over being beaten to a damn pulp. I hated that I even gave a shit.
“Sorry, Collin,” I murmured right before driving my elbow into his ribs.
He let go immediately, wheezing as he fell to the ground clutching the wounded area. A series of pained coughs rattled through his chest. The sound of him in pure agony made my heart squeeze in my chest. Fuck. I really hurt him. My resolve quickly dissipated, and I turned to him, regret coursing through me.
His body had curled in on itself, his eyes glassy with unshed tears as he held his arm over his ribs. Kneeling, I pulled him against me and closed my eyes. His body trembled against mine, but he made no move to hurt me for what I’d just done. The guys circled me as I held the injured boy in my arms, pain slashing through my chest at what I’d just done to him.
“I’m so sorry,” I murmured. “I-I guess I didn’t think it would hurt you that much.”
He blew out a shaky breath, taking his free hand, he cradled my face. “I don’t blame you. It just hurts.” He wheezed through a laugh, his face contorting into pain from the action. “For what it’s worth…I’m sorry too.”
Something sharp jammed into the side of my neck before I could contemplate what he meant by that, and then everything went black.