Chapter Three #3
Yeah, definitely don’t want to be honest about that question.
The moment I mention my dad or my brother, word will spread.
Not that some of these guys don’t already know who I am, especially considering I look just like my mom.
But this one doesn’t, and I know guys from other clubs are here that won’t know either.
The clubhouse is packed with a sea of leather right now.
I told the guys I wasn’t looking for a hookup tonight, and I wasn’t lying, but some attention would be pretty fucking awesome.
The music blasts around us as Cain and I continue to make small talk.
I polish off my drink in no time, warmth spreading through my veins and heating my cheeks.
A strange feeling settles in my stomach that has never been there before, and I sway just slightly on my feet.
I look around for Maddox, Lincoln, or Gage, but faces start to blur against the sea of leather and sequins.
Strong fingers dig into my hip enough to feel a bite of pain, and I’m pulled back quickly onto a lap, the scent of motor oil and something too spicy filling my nose and assaulting my senses.
Hands are everywhere, sliding up my bare legs and dipping under my skirt.
My stomach rolls as he pulls me up higher, the hard outline of his dick pressing against my ass.
What was in that drink? I’ve been drunk a few times before when I snuck whiskey from my dad’s cabinet, and I never felt like this.
My body doesn’t seem to be my own right now, and I only had one drink.
Hot breath hits my bare shoulder when he speaks, low and husky. “You feel what that slutty little skirt does to me? Imagine what it’ll feel like once it’s splitting you open.” My body recoils, stones sinking hard into the bottom of my stomach as my head starts to swirl, my vision blurring further.
My feet don’t work the way they should as Cain stands, holding up the majority of my weight.
He leads me around the bar and into a storage closet, closing the door behind us.
He lays me down on some broken-down cardboard and drags something in front of the door, flicking on the light above us.
It’s harsh, and I let my head loll to the side to get away from it.
My face is suddenly wet, and I realize I’m crying. I try to scream, but my body isn’t working the way I need it to.
“Go ahead and cry, Sienna, it’s just going to make me harder, and it’s not going to change what’s about to happen to you.” I watch in frozen horror as Cain unbuckles his pants, shoving them down and gripping his cock.
“No,” I force out, trying so hard to fight against whatever is pulling me under.
Hands that feel all wrong are touching me, pushing up my skirt and yanking down my underwear.
Then they’re inside me, pressing in deep.
Cain laughs, a low, demonic chuckle that rattles my bones.
I continue to cry as he assaults me, begging my body to start working.
“Ohhh, fuck. A virgin? God gives gifts to his loyal servants. Look at your blood smeared across my fingers.” I can barely see them through my tears and the haze, but then my vision blacks completely out as pain like I’ve never felt before slices through my body.
I float in and out of consciousness, my body heavy, nausea rolling through me as the large body moves over me. It feels like hours before it’s over, my body bruised, beaten, and destroyed.
“You’re going to die when they find out what you did to me,” I say from somewhere deep, that light inside me still flickering, still holding on to whatever piece of me remains.
“You mean what you asked for?”
“I didn’t ask for this. You took it. My dad is Ruin, the president.
” It takes all my energy to get the words out.
But they don’t seem to hit the way I thought they would.
There’s only one reason for that. He already knows who I am.
His head cocks to the side, looking at something on the shelf next to him.
“I know exactly who your father is. He took from me, and now I’ve taken from him.”
“Ff-uck you,” I stutter.
Cain just tsks like I’ve amused him. “Tell him. Tell your precious dad that I fucked you. Make sure he knows it was me. And when you do, you’re going to tell him you belong to me now.
I’m going to take what’s most important to Ruin.
I’ve left my mark on you, no one will ever want you.
You’re used goods now, Sienna. But you’re mine now. ”
“No. He won’t believe me. I don’t belong to you. Someone will still want me someday.” I barely manage the words even as my heart is breaking. Nothing will ever be the same for me after this. My body doesn’t feel like my own. It feels tarnished, dirty.
“Then we had better make sure no one ever does but me? Huh?”
The next thing I know, Cain is uncapping a bottle from the shelf and tossing the liquid at me. Scorching hot pain emanates from everywhere the liquid touches, and then everything goes black. I’m positive death has come for me to take away the pain.
But no mercy ever came.