Chapter Fourteen Alexandra
Making my way through the familiar streets back home, my mind and body stayed connected to Deacon.
As images of our passionate moments flashed through my mind, the ache between my legs continued to burn.
Before I could stop myself, I slipped a hand between my legs and started to stroke myself over my panties, just as Deacon had before.
When I reached a red light, I threw my head back against the headrest as my fingers flew harder and faster as I desperately sought the orgasm I’d been denied earlier.
It was only the loud honk of the car behind me that brought me back to reality.
Mortified, I jerked my hand away as a warm flush filled my cheeks.
What in the hell had I been thinking to masturbate while in traffic.
Deacon continued to bring out parts of me I never knew existed.
And God help me, I liked it.
After easing into the garage, I put the car in park.
When I reached to grab my purse, I caught a glance of myself in the rearview mirror.
A nervous giggle escaped my lips at the sight of my mussed-up, sex hair, rosy cheeks, and swollen lips.
I looked exactly like I had almost been had.
Immediately I was thankful that it had been dark outside on the drive home, and no one had caught a glance at me when I was stopped at red lights.
Grabbing my purse, I then got out of the car.
After stepping inside the house, I couldn’t help leaning back against the door as I continued to cling to my sex haze.
Pinching my eyes shut, I could almost feel Deacon’s hands on my body, his mouth and tongue on my nipples, his hard erection digging into my core.
Suddenly, I was snatched out of my fantasy world as a sense of dread prickled over my skin. Swiveling my head over to the alarm pad, I realized it wasn’t going off even though I had yet to enter the code. Peering at the screen, my chest clenched when the words “System Disabled” flashed on and off.
Waves of fear crashed over my body at the further realization that Atticus had yet to greet me. Normally, his pink tongue would be slurping over every available part of me as he went through his welcome home wiggle dance. In a shaky voice, I called, “Atticus?”
When no bark of acknowledgment came, I took a few tentative steps further into the kitchen. “Atticus?” I repeated.
Silence reverberated back at me.
Realizing I needed to get out of the house, I whirled around to flee.
Then the kitchen light flicked on above me.
A scream tore from my lips at the sight of a hulking man in the doorway.
He wore a sinister smile as he stared down at me with one eye.
A black patch covered his other eye, and beneath it a jagged scar cut across his cheek and down over his neck.
“Hmm, just how I like my women—on their knees and screaming,” the man said.
Repulsed and horrified both by his words and his appearance, I ducked my head. When I dared to glance back up again, the man stood right in front of me.
Holding my hands in surrender, I pleaded, “Don’t hurt me. I have money here. You can have all of it—you can take my car. Anything. Just don’t hurt me.”
Grabbing me by the shoulders, he yanked me up off of the floor.
I dangled from his hands like a puppet on a string while my legs tried to find steady ground.
With a sneer, he replied, “Oh, I’m going to take from you all right.
But it’s not going to be any money or your car.
For this to matter, it has to be physical. ”
His threat caused my knees to weaken, and if he hadn’t been gripping me so tight, I would have collapsed down onto the floor. “Please, no,” I begged. He released one of my shoulders to send a stinging slap across my cheek.
“Don’t say another fucking word, or I will end you—no matter what the boss man said.”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded in agreement. My mind whirled with out of control thoughts. Who was his boss man? Why had he given this thug orders about me?
He set me on my feet and then shoved me into the kitchen table.
Pressing against me, his massive body kept me from getting away.
From the inside of his cut, the man produced a long knife—one that looked like it belonged in the military.
The blade gleamed in the kitchen light. After admiring it for a moment, he then brought it to my throat.
At the feel of the blade pressed against my skin, I began to hyperventilate. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath.
Lowering the knife, he brought it to the buttons on my shirt.
Slowly, one by one, the blade popped the buttons off until the shirt gaped open.
Grabbing me by the collar, he ripped the shirt off my arms. As I brought my hands up in front of my bra, he began to shred the fabric of my shirt.
After sliding the knife back into his cut, I couldn’t imagine why until he took one of the strips and held it taut between his hands.
“This should keep you quiet.” Before I could protest, he had the strip over my mouth, gagging me. Now no one could hear me scream. The thought sent delirious desperation rocketing through me.
This isn’t happening. It’s all just a dream…a nightmare. You’ll wake up in a few seconds.
With another one of the strips of cloth, he bound my hands.
The fabric cut into my skin, and I cried out against the gag.
Then he gripped my hips and hoisted me onto the kitchen table.
He brought my hands up over my head and looped the binding to the chandelier.
“On your knees,” he commanded. I flailed around until I was kneeling on the kitchen table.
“Now that should keep you quiet and still for what I have to do.” When his hand went to his belt, I began to thrash against my bindings.
I tugged as hard as I could, hoping to bring down the chandelier if I had to.
Once his belt was off, he gave me an evil smile before bringing it over his head.
A loud crack echoed through the room before the leather bit into the flesh on my abdomen.
Tears stung my eyes as I screamed behind my gag. The next blow of the belt hit me across the breasts. I didn’t even have the chance to recover before another lash broke against my back and then my thighs.
The man’s harsh voice cut through my painful fog. “Rumor is you’re Deacon’s old lady.” When I didn’t acknowledge his words, he brought the belt across my cheek. After I finished screaming from the pain, his eye locked on mine. “Answer me, bitch. Are you Deacon’s old lady?”
I shook my head furiously back and forth. My response was rewarded with another lashing from the belt. “He had you on the back of his bike, you spent the night at the Raiders compound, and he has a prospect to follow you home. That is fucking old lady territory.”
“N-No, I-I’m n-not,” I stammered from behind the gag. “I s-swear.”
The man eyed me curiously before his lips curled in a sneer. “You lie. You lie to try to save yourself and to save that piece of shit you spread your legs for.”
“No!” I cried.
“I’ll go easier on you if you tell the truth. You see, we need to draw him out. Since he keeps that brat under lock and key, you were the next choice. He’ll want revenge for us hurting you, and that’s when we’ll strike. So I’ll ask you again, are you Deacon’s Old Lady?”
Fearing for my life, I finally nodded my head. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
When he licked his lips, fear prickled over my body like tiny knives. “Now comes the best part of the job.”
While the beating had been horrible, the insinuation of what he was about to do was more than I could bear.
He pushed me back further on the table. Shoving my legs apart, he came to stand between them.
His fingers grabbed at the button on my skirt, and I closed my eyes, praying for strength.
Then with everything I had left in me, I shoved him with one foot and then kicked him in the face with the other.
The force sent him flying backwards against the kitchen counter.
Once again, I pulled and tugged against my bindings with all my strength.
When the man pulled himself up off the floor, blood pooled from his busted lip. “You fucking cunt!” he screamed.
I tried scrambling away on the table, but I had nowhere to go. His fist pounded into the side of my head. The world around me spun in a dizzying flurry before the dark curtain of my nightmare came crashing down.