13. Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Her hand tightened around the stun gun until her knuckles lost their color. For the first time since the blindfold came off, the smug mask slipped, and the woman underneath looked exactly like the name I’d given her.
Ugly. Rabid. A monster ready to bite anything that refused to worship her.
“You are such a stubborn boy.”
“And you’re still an ugly beast.”
None of the men made a sound. Her chin jerked up in frustration.
Good. The name had landed hard enough that everyone in the room felt it.
She leaned close. “I’m going to break you, Lachlan. You will learn to submit to me. You will learn that my pleasure is your pleasure, and every part of you exists because I allow it.”
The only pleasure I’d ever take from her would be watching the life leave her eyes.
I smiled.
Her nostrils flared. “Remove his shirt.”
Diego stepped in front of the chair. His fist caught the front of my shirt and ripped it open, scattering buttons across the concrete.
Mateo came up behind me, and cold metal slid beneath the fabric near my wrists.
He made a few quick cuts through the sleeves, then tore the shirt away from my shoulders.
Pain shot down my arms.
I rolled my shoulders as far as the restraints allowed, lifted my chin, and gave her nothing.
Isabeast circled the chair.
“Look at you,” she murmured as she circled. “Bruised ribs, raw wrists, marks all over that pretty body, and still pretending none of it matters.”
Her boots stopped directly in front of me.
“Much better. Damage suits you.” Her voice softened. “Especially when it belongs to me.”
“Keep dreaming.”
She moved between my knees and popped open the button at my waistband.
I went rigid.
The zipper came down one slow tooth at a time.
“There it is,” she murmured. “That fear you keep pretending you don’t feel.”
“You’re confusing disgust with fear.”
She tugged my pants lower, reached in, and exposed my cock to the room.
Every instinct demanded that I twist away, close my legs—anything to restore a scrap of privacy.
Isabeast looked down and tsked.
“So unimpressive when you aren’t trying to fuck me.”
Pedro gave a mocking huff behind me.
She glanced toward the men and shrugged. “He was much more enthusiastic in Jersey. Could barely keep his hands off me once I climbed onto him.”
“Enthusiastic?” I gave her a cold smile.
“You climbed on my cock and performed for Ciro’s cameras like the obedient little whore you are.
I got off because you had a body and I had a pulse.
Don’t confuse that with being worth a damn.
I was dressed and ready to leave. Then you needed a needle and six men because fucking you still wasn’t enough to put me under your control. Now you’re the one obsessed.”
A fist drove into my ribs from the left.
A rough grunt punched out of me. The chair shifted beneath the impact, but the man avoided my face as Ciro had ordered.
Diego stepped back into my peripheral vision, flexing his hand.
Isabeast ran one finger down my chest. “Ciro knows how to bring a woman pleasure. You never came close.”
I coughed once and forced air back into my lungs. “You play his daughter in public and crawl into his bed in private. Even for cartel trash, that’s fucking warped.”
The satisfaction disappeared from her face.
I bit out, “You sell women to rich men, then suck the billionaire class’s dick for whatever scraps they throw you. Don’t confuse that with power.”
Diego hit me again.
Pain spread through the same battered ribs and turned the next breath into fire.
Mateo didn’t smile, encourage Diego, or move closer to join in.
His gaze shifted from the place Diego had struck to my face, then back to Isabeast, as though he were measuring how close she came to crossing Ciro’s limits.
She’d already called him the man who kept her world running.
My best guess was that he cared less about the entertainment than making sure she didn’t destroy an asset Ciro still needed.
She caught my chin in one hand.
“You’re going to learn your place, mutt.
You’ll learn how to use that filthy mouth to please whoever I choose, however I choose.
You’ll learn to take what you’re given and beg for more.
” Her thumb pressed into the bruise along my jaw.
“I love your fire. It’ll make the conquest so much more satisfying when you finally fall in line. ”
I gagged at the thought and turned my head away.
A pleased hum came from her.
Then her hand closed around my dick.
Every muscle in me locked.
I hated the contact. Hated the men watching. Hated that the cuffs kept my hands behind the chair while she touched me as though I were an object she’d purchased.
She stroked once, then again.
My cock twitched despite me.
Her fist began moving over me in a slow, relentless rhythm.
Fuck.
The pressure triggered a reflex, whether I wanted it or not. My mind could hate every second while that involuntary response followed the most basic signals built into me.
That didn’t make the response any less humiliating.
Isabeast’s smile returned as I hardened in her hand.
“That’s it.”
She turned slightly so the other men could see, displaying me with sick pride.
I twisted my hips away.
She tightened her grip and followed.
“Don’t be shy. They’re here to help teach you.”
My vision blurred for a second, but I forced a crack on the floor into focus.
She dragged her thumb over the moisture gathering at the tip, then lifted it to her mouth.
Pedro shifted on his feet, leaning in to get a better look.
“Mmm. Look how well you respond to me,” she crooned. “So eager. If I could get your filthy mouth to behave half as well, we might actually make progress.”
I didn’t answer.
Shame crawled under my skin, hot enough to rival the pain in my ribs. My reaction had betrayed me in front of three men and the woman who wanted to use every involuntary reaction as proof that she owned me.
But a physical response wasn’t surrender.
My body could react while my mind stayed exactly where I put it.
I fixed my attention on the stain beside the drain and thought of getting out of here.
My brother would come.
Nik would find the trail Ciro believed he’d buried. He had more tricks hidden under that calm expression than any man I’d ever met.
For now, Ciro needed me alive, and Mouse needed a way out of these walls.
My little church mouse was out there, close enough to hear. She didn’t need to believe I felt nothing. She needed to believe I could survive long enough to help her. Every time I refused Isabeast, I gave her another reason to risk coming back.
I only had to stay alive.
Hell would freeze before I gave this cunt the obedience she wanted.
My cock began to soften in Isabeast’s hand.
Her fingers tightened.
“No.”
I almost laughed at the outrage in her voice, as though my dick had disobeyed a direct order.
She leaned over me, one hand pressing against my bare chest while the other worked harder.
“You will come for me, Lachlan.”
I kept my eyes on the floor.
“You will perform for these men. You will learn to respond when I tell you and beg for the privilege of pleasing me,” her voice rising.
Diego stepped closer and offered her the stun gun.
She accepted it without taking her hand from me.
The metal tip hovered inches from the tip of my cock.
I didn’t move.
My pulse hammered in my throat, but I refused to give her the reaction she wanted.
“Look at me.”
I stared at the stain.
“Lachlan.”
Nothing.
She pressed her thumb against the sensitive skin beneath the head, trying to drag another response from me.
“Look at your mistress.”
I lifted my chin just enough to speak without turning toward her.
“Don’t have one.”
Her hand stopped.
The air in the room went still.
Isabeast stepped back and gestured.
“Pedro.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Come here.”
His boots crossed the concrete.
She smiled down at me. “Pedro understands obedience. He knows how to use his mouth properly and how grateful a man should be when I give him pleasure.”
I refused to react.
“Show our stubborn mutt what he’s going to learn.”
Pedro moved between my restrained thighs.
Then he dropped to his knees.
Panic slammed into my chest.
Pedro’s hand closed around my cock while Isabeast stood over him, watching me instead of the man kneeling at my feet.
“Look at me,” she ordered, poking me in the chest.
I kept my gaze fixed on the dark stain beside the drain.
She laughed softly. “Still pretending you’re in control?”
Pedro’s grip tightened.
Isabeast slid a hand up my arm and onto my shoulder. “You can cooperate with me, or Pedro can continue. He enjoys men who put up a fight.”
My pulse pounded in my throat as the edges of my vision began to darken.
“Go ahead,” she told him.
He lowered his head.
His calloused hand tightened around me, his firm grip bordering on pain. He grinned up at me before his teeth grazed sensitive skin. Fuck. One wrong move and he could do serious damage.
I jerked against the cuffs. Metal tore at the raw skin around my wrists, and the restraints at my ankles kept my legs locked against the chair. There was nowhere to move and no way to stop what she’d ordered.
Bile rose into my throat.
She stepped closer. “Look at me.”
I refused.
Pedro knew exactly how to force a response from me. That only made the violation worse. My nerves reacted without asking what I wanted, while my mind recoiled from every second of it.
I refused to show fear, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to obey.
I held on to that truth while Isabeast and Pedro tried to rewire my mind.
“See?” she said. “Your body enjoys this attention, so relax and accept it.”
Diego made a low sound from somewhere to my right, as though watching had become more than entertainment.
My hands closed into fists behind the chair.
Isabeast caught my chin and tried to turn my face toward her. “All you have to do is look at me. Give me that, and perhaps I’ll be generous.”
I twisted my head away and found the stain beside the drain again.
Her nails dug into my jaw.
“Pedro,” she said. “Show him how to properly suck a man’s dick.”