Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Harlow
“Fuck! You taste so fucking good! So much better than you smell. I had no idea anyone could taste this fucking divine!” he groans as his body shakes in pleasure.
I gasp for breath. I’m already starting to feel lightheaded, and my limbs begin to tingle.
I can barely feel them. Tears flood my eyes, and I fight to stay awake.
Too much, he is taking too much. Leon fed on me earlier, and god knows how much blood I lost from the gaping head wound Vadum gave me.
The longer he feeds, the weaker I get, and the colder I feel.
“Vadum! That’s enough, you creep. Let her go!” Bree roars at him.
I don’t for a moment believe he will listen to her. Men like him don’t know when to stop and don’t bother to listen to others. Even when they are wrong, they keep insisting they are the only ones who can be right.
But to my surprise, Vadum pulls his teeth from my flesh. My vision is blurry, but I can still see my blood run down this disgusting man's chin.
“Spoiling all my fun. You’re such a buzzkill, Bree,” he purrs as his hands return to my breasts.
He squeezes them before trailing his hands down the rest of my body.
I feel him fiddling with the restraints on my feet for a bit, but he groans and gives up.
Instead of trying to get them off, Vadum flips me over onto my stomach.
Realizing his intentions, my fight or flight instincts kick in. Of course, I choose to fight, but even if I wanted to, there is nowhere I could run or hide. I lash out, trying my best to fight against him, even when he yanks my pajama bottoms to my knees and tries to pull my hips in the air.
“No!” I scream at the top of my lungs, to his displeasure. I keep thrashing and moving until I fall headfirst into the foot well of the backseat. The blood from my head and neck wounds runs into my eyes, partially blinding me.
Vadum’s hand comes down on my ass as he struggles to pull my underwear down. He jerks them passed my hips when Bree suddenly slams on the brakes, sending the creep flying forward.
“I thought I said that was fucking enough! You already fed on her. Now get off her! I won’t watch you fucking rape her!” Bree screams furiously as she smacks the shit out of him.
I wish she could smack some sense into the man, but it is clear he is too far gone in his creep ways to ever become a normal person.
I hear a grunt from Vadum before I catch on to the sounds of choking. He’s now putting his hands on Bree too.
“Touch me again, and it will be your ass I fuck!” Vadum snarls at Bree. “I never asked you to watch. Now do your fucking job and drive!”
Bree gasps for air, and I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. She deserves this, and honestly way more, for pulling me into her shit.
“I said drive!” Vadum growls again. The sudden sound of his voice startles me.
“No!” Bree screams back with just as much anger as Vadum.
“You fucking drive. If you fucking rape her, I will tell Corbin. You might get away with your sudden need to feed, but why don’t we see how he reacts when he finds out you forced yourself onto his property?
” Bree shouts, and a moment later, I hear the driver door open.
Vadum curses under his breath as I hear the rear door open. I notice a brief movement, but I’m stuck in the precarious position of my head in the foot well and my ass in the air, so I can’t say who is where.
A cold breeze rushes over me as I listen to more movement before I feel hands grip my hips tightly. A whimper escapes me when I feel fingernails dig into my skin.
It doesn’t take me long to realize it is Bree. She pulls my pants back up, and I hear two car doors slam before the car starts moving forward again. Vadum must be driving as Bree is still in the back seat with me.
“God, you’re so stupid, Bree. Someone might think you actually like the whore if they saw how you just protected and helped her,” Vadum snarls at Bree while she helps me sit up.
She wraps my seatbelt around me and leans me against the door. Bree is surprisingly gentle as she checks my restraints.
“You have no fucking right to an opinion! And don’t call her that!” Bree snaps at him as she smacks his seat with her palm. “Just shut up and fucking drive!” she growls. I try to catch my breath as I watch her.
“I can’t believe you. I really can’t,” Vadum whines, making me wonder what he means by those words.
I don’t have to wonder for long as he speaks up again.
“You never cared when I had my way with those other bitches. Are you sweet on this one, Bree? Wait, are you into pussy now? Dicks no good for you, anymore? Did Tal make you switch sides?” he mocks.
Bree snarls at him again while I try to understand what he’s talking about. His rant doesn’t make much sense, and I’m too weak to process the information, barely catching the words.
“No, fuck face. She’s my sister! Now do your damn job and fucking drive!” Bree says as she kicks the back of his seat.
I stare at her, completely shocked. Bree glances at me before quickly averting her gaze. Suddenly, the words she spat back at the house make sense now. But how is it possible? Could it be the truth, or did she just say that to trick Vadum?
“Scarlett?” I murmur my daughter's name. My tongue feels so thick in my mouth, I’m surprised I manage to push out even one word.
“I wrapped her in her blanket and left her next to Rhen. I didn’t hurt my niece,” Bree says as she keeps her gaze fixated straight ahead. She doesn’t bother to so much as glance at me, let alone look at me as she speaks. I suck in a breath just as Bree mutters, “I’m not a monster.”
Funny. Her actions so far prove otherwise.
“What did I ever do to you?” I whisper the question, followed by a violent coughing fit. Blood fills my mouth from where I bit my tongue earlier.
“This has nothing to do with you, believe it or not,” Bree whispers as her gaze travels to her hands.
She sucks in a deep breath and shakes her head.
“I just need Talon back. I’m not asking for much.
That’s all I need, and Corbin wants you.
I never intended for this to happen. I know I sound sick, but I really didn’t plan this.
” Bree tries to explain herself, but nothing she says can convince me that there aren't other hidden agendas.
I struggle to keep my eyes open. I am pretty sure I have a concussion.
Fighting the insane exhaustion, I want to question her about the claim she made earlier.
She said I am her sister. I want answers.
I need them, but when I feel the cold seep in and my body start to ache, I know I can’t stay awake for much longer.
I’m fighting against time before my body gives out.
Thanks to that creep Vadum, I’ve lost too much blood, and my head is pounding even harder than before. Against everything, I try to remain awake, yet as the car sways in a comforting motion, I am sucked into oblivion.