Chapter 6 #2
I lean in as close as I can, looking back and forth inside the small clearing on the dirty glass, trying not to smash my face against it while getting a good look inside. Considering I closed the shop and it’s now midnight, I can’t see much, but I don’t have to.
I can picture exactly how 88 Keys is going to look, how the entire store will be set up, and it is absolutely love at first sight, even if it is just in my mind’s eye.
$3500 more will get me the down payment and since I already know I’m approved for the loan, I can almost say this place is mine.
Losing myself in the future layout of the only dream I’ve ever had, I accidentally bump my nose against the window, the clear spot still caked in dirt that I can feel smudge over my skin.
I immediately shoot up straight, pulling my sleeve down further to try to find a clean patch of fabric then begin to furiously rub my entire face.
My nose, my cheeks and chin, my mouth. I shove my cotton covered hand up under my glasses and practically scratch out my own eyes, throwing my balance off just enough to stagger backward.
Directly into something hard and warm right behind me.
Before I can react, there’s a hand covering my own as it smothers my mouth and nose, and an arm quickly wraps around my waist and begins dragging me toward the alley into the shadows.
I blink repeatedly as I gasp for air, hardly any making it to my lungs before I’m spun around and slammed into the side of the abandoned store.
“I don’t know what Kassie sees in you.”
Spots cloud my vision as I pull in lungful after lungful of air but I don’t need to see to know who has me pinned.
I recognize his voice, the tone laced with anger and confusion, and the scent of what can only be described as rotten fruit wafting from the body pressed firmly against mine.
“Then again,” he mumbles as he leans in, breathing deeply next to my ear as Kyle grabs my throat. “You smell nice.”
“Wish I could say the same,” I choke out.
He squeezes as he forces my chin up, my glasses foggy from his breath.
“Brave little omega, aren’t you?” Kyle’s free hand quickly moves to my belt, unbuckling it just as fast before he yanks it from my jeans. “I’d love to see what you’re made of.”
He shoves his hand down the front of my pants and starts squeezing my dick in the same way he is my throat, his body pushing harder against mine to hold me in place as I try to break free.
My vision starts to fade, black blurring the edges as his grip tightens in both places, Kyle’s penis hard and digging into my hip. He loosens his hold on my throat a little, just enough to keep me conscious, my hands shooting to his in a sad effort to pry him loose.
“I like it when you fight,” he whispers as he pulls me forward and knocks my head back against the brick wall. “The fight is my favorite part.”
Kyle lets go of my throat but before I can take a full breath, he cocks his fist back and hits me so hard my glasses break, the plastic and lens exploding against the bridge of my nose.
He hits me again as he starts humping my hip, grunting like an animal in heat while squeezing my dick so hard tears spring to my eyes. A small cry of pain escapes me and Kyle moans, punching me in the jaw before he goes back to strangling me with one hand.
“Kassie was right,” he groans, his body moving faster and harder against mine.
“You are perfect for us. A broken little omega just waiting for us to pick up the pieces. A broken omega we can destroy together, locked in my sister’s cunt while I knot your pretty little asshole.
” He suddenly spins me around, my face crashing into the wall, my cheek shredding against the brick as he exposes my ass.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
I swore I’d never let anything like this happen again, not now that I have a say in things, now that I have control over my own life. I won’t let someone take what I’m not willing to give, not anymore.
But… I am the broken little omega, and all the confidence in the world isn’t going to stop this from happening.
Kyle pushes my head hard, his entire palm covering the side facing him, my skin split open and bleeding as he rubs it against the wall.
He lets go of my dick and grabs my ass, his nails biting into the flesh as I cry out again but just when I’m sure he’s going to violate me in a way I might not come back from, I feel something hot and sticky splatter all over my ass while Kyle lets out a string of curse words.
“Goddamnit,” he growls as he pushes me one final time before completely letting me go.
I drop to the ground, falling to my hands and knees on the dirty, garbage littered pavement. Trying desperately to catch my breath, I lean against the brick, turning my face toward the pissed off alpha towering above me, and I can’t do anything but laugh.
Kyle is standing there panting and growling, staring down at his limp dick and deflated knot, the front of his pants covered, just covered in cum.
This idiot prematurely ejaculated while he was trying to rape me, and I’ll be damned if I don’t find it fucking hilarious.
“Shut up.”
“What?” I cough the word as I drop to my bare ass. “This broken omega too much for you? Or was it the thought of watching your sister lock me?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I swallow hard and try to clear my throat, laughing harder the angrier he gets. “That’s it, right? You blew your load all over my ass before you even got to look at it because the idea of your sister fucking me was too much. That’s what did it, right?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Kyle kicks me in the face without hesitation, limp dick hanging out and all, and I immediately slump over and land on my side. “Fucking piece of shit omega!”
He kicks me again, my ribs cracking as he knocks the air right out of me, screaming at me until I can’t hear him anymore.
I can’t hear him, I can’t see him, and I can barely feel his boot each time it connects with my gut.
His awful scent is the only thing confirming Kyle is still there, that he’s still beating me senseless as I begin to black out and just before I do, I have to wonder if I’ve just been lucky the last five years.
I managed to avoid anything even close to this kind of treatment until now and clearly, my luck has run out.
This is what my life is supposed to be like and what better way to drill that into me than kill me right along with my dreams in the very place I dared to dream at all.