Chapter 13
CAMILE
I’m glad it’s Rook doing this to me, but I hate what they’re doing to him.
What they’re doing to us both.
I try not to think about the gun or I will lose my mind. I cling onto the sides of the chair, doing my best not to tense up as Rook’s movements grow faster and harder. He’s holding my hips in both hands, his finger digging into my skin, keeping me in place as he fucks me.
It hurt at first—burned way more than I thought I was going to be able to stand. His fingers felt okay, but then taking his size… my eyes watered for more than one reason.
I hate the feeling of all these other men’s gazes on me, knowing they’re all getting off on watching this. I hate that Rook is being brutalized, too, and that he’s still in danger, and being traumatized, even when we’re giving them what they wanted.
I’m glad my father is dead, so he’ll never have to learn about what happened to his little girl.
If word gets around, everyone will know I’m now worth nothing.
They might have told themselves that getting Rook to fuck me in the ass was some kind of loophole to keep me a virgin for Ledger, but they’ve taken it too far.
If they shoot Rook… No, I can’t even let my mind go there. The utter horror of it will be too much to bear.
Rook’s hand slips beneath my body, his fingers finding my clit. I’ve loosened up now, and his cock in my ass doesn’t burn so much. I can tell he’s softened some, and I hope to God he doesn’t slip out and one of them takes his place. No, I can’t let that happen.
He needs to believe I am into this, or he’s going to lose it and place us both in more danger.
I close my eyes and try to take myself far away from this sordid room.
I take myself back to me, Rook, and Ace and how beautiful that was.
My mind drifts as if it’s leaving my body, floating free.
I think of Jack, too, and the way he looks at me.
Suddenly, I imagine it’s Jack, Ace, and Ghost watching us, and they’re so hungry to see me and Rook.
It’s not gross or demeaning but hot and sexy as hell.
I can feel my body responding, and I let my mind do its thing, protecting me, letting me survive.
I imagine them in this room watching, but these men are all dead, torn to shreds by Jack and his men.
The violence I know they’ll rain down on them for this will be biblical, and hell, I must be fucked up because that thought turns me on.
A lot! Still, I’m surprised my body is suddenly really on board too, and preparing me for orgasm.
A tightness is coiled in my lower belly, and my thighs tremble.
Even though my pussy is empty, I’m dripping wet and trying to clench around something that isn’t there.
“It’s okay, Cami,” Rook encourages me, his cock hardening in me again, the way I want. “You can let go. I’ve got you.”
I do my best to shut everyone else out. In my head, it’s just me and him and my other bikers watching us.
I imagine I’m the bold woman from the biker bar, the one who owns her sexuality and feels no shame in it.
There’s a power in that, power I want to claim for myself, so I do.
I let myself feel good, and these men can go to hell.
I can feel my orgasm building, and a part of me wants to fight it.
To climax is such a moment of total vulnerability, and I don’t want to give these men that part of me.
But I’m not sure I’m going to be able to control it now that I’ve let that beast loose and, at least this way, Rook won’t get himself killed.
He knows exactly how to strum my clit, the right pressure and speed, working perfectly with the rhythm he’s using to pound his cock into my ass.
I try not to think about how he’s feeling with a gun pressed inside him.
I’m guessing it’s not fully inside—the shape of the muzzle would make that difficult—but it’s still way too close for comfort.
I make the mistake of glancing to my right to find Lion and two of the men whose names I don’t know standing closer with their cocks out.
They’ve all got the slack-jawed, hungry-eyed look of drug addicts.
I picture them dead, and it’s Jack watching me.
Handsome, massive, brutal to everyone but me, and it barrels me closer to the edge.
I had never expected to orgasm like this, but to my surprise, I find myself right there. From over my shoulder, I hear Rook’s breathing grow ragged and am glad I’m taking him with me as he slams into me, faster and faster.
“I’m close, Rook,” I gasp. “It’s okay. You can let—” My words leave me, morphing to a cry as my climax breaks.
A wave of pleasure washes over me, and, for the briefest of moments, I forget where we are and what’s happening.
I’m taken to a different plane, lifting higher and higher, spiraling out of this horrible building and away from the watchful eyes of men I hate.
I bring Rook with me, both of us clinging to each other.
He wraps his arms around my waist and folds over my back as he loses his rhythm.
His hips jerk, and I feel him swell and then flood me with heat.
He buries his face against my spine, and I feel his skin wet with his tears.
But these bastards don’t even give us a minute to come down alone.
“Get off her now.” They drag Rook off me. I presume they remove the gun, because he yells and fights back, his fists flying, but I know it’s no good. These men will take what they want regardless of our protests.
They crowd me, and I freeze in utter terror, horrified that they might be about to rape me.
One of them lets out a yell of pleasure instead, and hot cum rains across my back.
I squeeze my eyes shut and keep my head down, but Lion moves closer, so his cock is directly in my face.
He reaches down to squeeze one of my breasts, so hard it hurts, and then he curses and his hips jerk forward.
His cum hits my cheek and spatters across my hair.
Before I know it, each of them takes turns coming over me. I shake and quiver beneath the onslaught, just praying one of them doesn’t try to penetrate me as he climaxes. I don’t think I could cope with that.
I’m sure once they’ve come down from this and are ready for round two that it will be my fate, sooner or later. If I thought doing what they wanted with Rook would save me, I think I might be wrong.
The door swings open with a crash.
“What the fuck is going on?” Ledger storms in, and he’s so livid, it’s as if the air crackles with electricity around him.
I might hate him, but in this moment, he’s a sight for sore eyes, and I imagine a terrifying one to anyone on the wrong end of his fury.
The men are all distracted by his presence and dart away from me as though they’ve been caught with their hands down their pants, which they have.
Rook reaches for me. He pulls me into his arms, seemingly not caring that I’m a disgusting mess, and I burst into tears against his chest. He holds me tight, as though he thinks he can compress the horror out of me.
Ginger waves the gun around. “We were just having a little fun.”
“Did you fuck her?” Ledger demands.
“No, I swear. Not a single cock or even finger was inside her pussy.”
“But you thought it was okay to come all over her instead?
“Like we said, it was just a bit of fun.”
He glares at Ginger. “She’s going to be my fucking wife. You got a wife? Should I go to your house and come on her face, too?”
He pulls his shirt off and hands it to Rook. “Cover her the fuck up.”
Rook pulls the shirt over me, and I’m grateful for it, even though I’m filthy with the men’s essence and want nothing more than to shower for days and scrub and scrub at my skin.
I never thought Ledger would be the one defending me, especially since he seemed perfectly happy to assault me himself not so long ago.
But that’s the problem with these men. They’re fine with assaulting women, just so long as they’re the ones who get to do it.
We’re no more than property to them. If he owned a dog, he’d probably beat it, but if someone else dared so much as shout at the animal, he’d put a gun to their head.
Where are Jack and the others? If they’re storming the compound, why aren’t they here already? We played for time but, sooner or later, our time is going to run out.
We need them more than ever.