4. Three
Three
Kayleigh
“G ood morning, sweetheart,” I think I hear someone say. It’s hard to hear anything over the chattering of my teeth.
“Sweetheart, when I call for you, I expect you to answer.” I don’t answer—not because I don’t want to, but I don’t have the strength to open my eyes, so answering is out of the question.
I hear my cage open, and before I can muster the strength to open my eyes, there’s a hand in my hair, yanking me out. As soon as my feet are out of the cage, I am dropped to the ground.
“Get up. We need to go over the rules.” I’ve barely turned around to my stomach so I can push up when Andrew snarls and kicks me in the ribs.
“I said get the fuck up.”
“I-I—”
“I-I-I. Stuttering fucking fool.” He yanks me to my feet, grabs my hand, and drags me into another room. I don’t have time to look around before he is pushing me under the covers.
“Lay there and warm up while I tell you the rules you will be living by. If you want to keep living.”
I pull the blankets around me and shiver; he stares at me in disgust. He is a fucking doctor, he should have known my body would react like this when he bathed me and threw me soaking wet in a metal cage with a fan blowing on me all night.
“Now that you are living with me and everything is falling into place, you will have the apartment spotless at all times, and I expect gourmet food prepared for every meal.”
I nod. I’m so glad Chef Oisin always let us help him in the kitchen. It might save me a few beatings.
“And you will please me wherever and whenever I want. We will be married soon, and you will be pregnant either before or soon after that. Not that I want a child, but it will keep you busy.”
I shake my head.
“No?” he asks, chuckling before heading into his closet. He is back at my side within a few moments.
“Andrew, please,” I beg in a whisper when I see the handcuffs in his hand.
“Already begging, sweetheart?” He chuckles as he grabs my wrist, and as weak as I am, I still try to pull myself from his grasp.
“Don’t. You will do as I say. Plus, it will warm you up.” He smirks as he yanks my wrist up and attaches it to the corner of the bed.
“No! Don’t do this!” I scream.
His hand comes down across my cheek as he yells at me, “Shut up, you stupid bitch.” He takes the moment I recover to straddle my waist and grab my other wrist and attach it to the corner of the bed. He stares down at me with the blankets around my waist and my chest fully exposed.
“Good thing about ruining your family is I get to fuck you.” He smiles as he stands up and removes his clothes. I give one final tug on the handcuffs and slump into the bed knowing, short of a miracle, nothing will save me from Andrew stealing my virtue.
“Don’t look so disappointed. This was going to happen regardless,” he says as he pulls back the blankets. I shiver harder as the cold air hits my body.
“I’m doing you a favor and warming up your body.” He spreads my legs, and I close my eyes and let the tears fall.
“Look at you—so weak. Such a disgrace to the mighty O’Sullivan name. So much for being a mobster’s daughter.” Before I can come up with a rebuttal, he forces his dick inside me.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream so hard that my voice cracks at the end.
“Poor little bitch, you’re dry,” he says as he pulls back and shoves himself back inside me. “Doesn’t matter, you will be wet when you take every drop inside your cunt.”
Each thrust feels like a knife cutting deep inside me. “Just think, soon you will finally earn your place in this world when you are pregnant with my baby.” He smiles.
I close my eyes and try to be anywhere else but here.
“I don’t think so.” My eyes jerk open when I feel something pierce my skin. Andrew is cutting me right above my breasts.
“NOOOO!” I scream as he continues to thrust in and out of me while he carves into my chest.
“It’s time to mark you as you are.”
“Please. Stop,” I beg and thrash around, hoping to knock the knife out of my skin.
“Stay still, whore.”
“Please stop.”
“Not until you are marked.”
I try to close my eyes again, but he smacks me across the face, “Watch me.”
I nod, afraid of what else he is going to do to me.
“You can listen. There is hope for you after all.” He smiles as he continues his brutal pace.
Why me? Why must I suffer over and over? First from Connor when he attempted to rape me. Thankfully Emilia saved me from that fate, but it seems I was always meant to be used for my blood. Connor wanted it to gain rank in my father’s Mafia; Andrew wants it for silence against my family.
Is it too much to hope that I could find someone to love me as my father loves my mother or my brothers love their wives? I just want to be loved for me, not because I’m an O’Sullivan. Someone who will support me as a nurse, someone who will understand I want to be taken care of, not financially because I don’t need that. I need someone who I can lean on and who will protect me. I will always need protection because of my family.
“Take it, bitch,” he snarls above me, breaking me from my wishful hopes.
He holds onto my hips as he pushes himself all the way inside me and stills. I feel him spilling inside me as he continues to pant above me. It takes him a few moments to catch his breath. He looks at where we are connected with a grin that stretches across his face.
I wince when he pulls out; his dick is covered in white and red smudges. I look away and gag.
“This makes you weak. Another reason why you shouldn’t be a nurse,” he says condescendingly.
I cry when I feel something being pushed inside me. I look down and see the knife he used earlier sticking out of me.
“Why?”
“Need to make sure you don’t waste a drop. If you have an orgasm, it will help your womb take my seed.”
“No. Please,” I beg. I don’t want to, but he ignores me and continues to thrust the knife in and out of me. I watch in horror as he grabs a vibrator and turns it on, placing it on my clit.
“NO! Stop, please.” Andrew just laughs as he pushes it harder against me. I feel myself tightening and try to force myself to relax. I can’t—no, I won’t let him have any of my orgasms.
“We will stay here until you have at least one orgasm, if I feel generous.”
FUCK! I know I have no choice but to give into him.
“Listen to your master, whore.”
After I slump and shut my brain off, letting my body react to his touches, it doesn’t take me long to scream through my orgasm.
“More. Fuck, you look sexy when you cum, but you need to scream my name,” he says as he removes the knife, and I watch as he puts himself back inside me.
After he fucks me a second time, with the help of the vibrator, I scream out his name. And as twisted as he is, he uses the knife to push all his cum back inside me and make me have two more orgasms before I black out.
ERIK
Ring…Ring….
I sigh pulling my attention away from the mountain of paperwork sitting in front of me. “What does he want?” I mumble to myself before picking up the call.
Erik: Hey, Peter. It’s been a while. How are you?
Peter: Hey, Erik. I wish I was making a casual phone call, but I need to call in that favor.
Erik: What do you need?
Peter: It’s Kayleigh. I think she is in trouble.
Erik: What kind of trouble?
Peter: It’s her fucking fiancé. Something isn’t right about the slimy asshole. Problem is, he is living in England and the fucker took the opportunity after she was attacked on campus to take her to live with him. It’s been weeks, and she hasn’t answered any of our phone calls, just short one- or two-word text messages.
Erik: What does he have to say about that?
Peter: Says she has been busy with school, but when I talked to the school they said she hasn’t attended a single class.
Erik: Fucker is hiding something.
Peter: Yeah. But if the Blakewell’s find out I step foot on English soil, they will have me and anyone with me shot on the spot.
Erik: Send me her information, and I will put a plan together.
Peter: I will. Thank you.
Erik: I will keep you updated.
Peter: Thank you. I will wait for the updates.
I hang up and wait for the text message to come through. When I open the photo of her, the air is stolen from my lungs.
“Little clover,” I mumble as I run my finger over the delicate features of her face. I shouldn’t be perving on Peter’s daughter. If he knew the depraved thoughts running through my head, I can guarantee he wouldn’t have an alliance with us anymore. I have a feeling it would be worth it though. I haven’t even been in the room with her and I’m ready to wreck my world to have her in my life.