Chapter 48 – Alana
Chapter
Forty-Eight
ALANA
My eyelids flutter open as I feel a warm hand on my throat.
I’d somehow dozed off to sleep, my body overriding my mind.
My head snaps up as I realize Gian is standing behind me.
I recognize the smell of stale cigarette smoke on his clothes.
He presses his body against my back until I can feel his erection pressing between my shoulder blades, and I flinch.
His meaty hand is around my neck, and he tips it sharply back so I can see his leering face.
“I wonder if Alejandro would ever look at you the same way again if he knew about all of the things I’m going to do to you, little puta,” he says, licking his lips.
“I thought you were planning on killing me?” I hiss at him. “So he’ll never have to look at me again in any case, will he?”
He squeezes my throat harder as fury flashes in his eyes.
He suddenly lets me go and stands in front of me.
I can see his erection straining at his pants and a disgusting gleam of lust in his eyes.
He leans down, runs his hands over my body.
Then he paws at my breast with cruel fingers.
It hurts like hell, but I continue to glare at him.
I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing that he caused me pain.
“You like that, huh? Puta,” he spits as his hand moves lower until it is between my thighs. He grabs my crotch possessively, pushing his fingers into me through the fabric of my jeans. “I’m going to fuck you raw, little chica. And I’m going to make you enjoy it too. You’ll scream my fucking name.”
“I’d rather die!”
He scowls at me, and then he looks around the room. Rafe is nowhere to be seen. Lucia is asleep. Suddenly, he glares down at me with an evil grin on his face.
He leans down to my ear. “If you scream and wake the girl, I’ll hurt her too,” he whispers.
I swallow. What the hell is he going to do? Rafe seems to be able to keep Gian in check. Where the hell is he now?
He holds my face with one hand, squeezing my cheeks until my mouth opens, as he undoes his zipper with the other.
Oh shit. I know what he’s going to do. I watch in disgust and horror as he pulls his dick out.
It’s hard and purple and looks as angry as he is.
I feel physically sick and tears sting my eyes.
“Suck it, puta!” he commands. “Suck it like you mean it, and maybe I won’t make the little one do the same…”
Rafe has always said Lucia is not to be harmed, but Rafe isn’t here. This man is capable of anything. He shoves his stinking cock towards my forced open mouth, and the tears pour down my cheeks. He likes that, I can tell.
I tell myself to remember what Alejandro told me. Do anything you need to, to survive. His repulsive dick nudges at my unwilling lips. “I said suck it,” he growls. “Make me come and maybe I’ll go a bit easier on you later.”
I shake my head, but he holds me firm with his strong hand, his fingers clawing into my skin.
“Now! Hurry the fuck up, puta.” He’s in a rush. Maybe it’s just lust, or maybe he knows Rafe or his boss will be back soon and he doesn’t want to be caught. He squeezes my face even harder, my lips parting wide.
“Good girl. Take it all,” he croons as he pushes the tip into my mouth. I balk at the invasion and the sour taste of him. All that does is make him laugh. He’s enjoying it more because I’m so upset.
Bastard! I’ll show him.
I bite down hard, clamping my teeth together until I taste blood. Gian lets out a bloodcurdling scream. Lucia wakes with a start, and I watch as Gian stumbles backwards, his hands clutching his dick. It’s trickling with blood.
“You put that thing near me again and I’ll bite it clean off,” I yell at him.
The noise must have alerted Rafe because he comes bursting through the door and running down the stairs.
“What the fuck is going on?” he shouts.
“She bit me,” Gian howls as he keeps hold of his junk with two hands. “The fucking bitch bit me!”
“You were told not to touch her yet,” Rafe replies sternly. “The boss won’t be happy.”
Then he walks over to me, his face full of anger. Raising his fist, he brings it down against my temple.
I feel a searing pain. Hear ringing in my ears. And then everything goes black.