Air punches from my lungs at the smug expression on his face. He knows. He knows about Vander and me. “You leave Vander out of this.” I hate how wobbly my voice sounds. “And you leave my kids out of it too.” Bile collects at the back of my throat, but I force the next words out. “Do what you want with me, but you leave them alone.”
Pinning me with a twisted grin, he continues thrusting against my crotch, and every time his erection nudges against me, I feel sick. I don’t understand why he’s dry humping me through my clothes, but it makes no difference. I am still being violated, and I can’t stop the tears from welling in my eyes. He overpowered me so easily, and all my newfound self-confidence evaporates in a puff of air. Still, I manage to hold on to my tears because I know he’d enjoy seeing them, and I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“I don’t take my son’s sloppy seconds,” he says, running his right hand up and down my elevated leg as the cold steel of the gun prods the outside of my other thigh. My skin crawls at the feel of the roughened pads of his fingers, and nausea swims up my throat.
“Don’t lie, Greg,” Curtis says, sauntering into the room with a casual grin like his soon-to-be ex-wife isn’t being assaulted on the desk in her office. “You’d fuck her in a heartbeat if I let you.”
“Curtis?” My eyes widen in horror as he casts a derisory gaze over my body. “Why are you here? What’s going on?”
42
KENDALL
“You look like a slut,” Curtis says, coming up alongside Greg, who is still shoving his disgusting dick against my panty-covered vagina. “I should let him fuck you because you’re asking for it in that dress.”
Greg chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes as he spots the confusion and horror in mine. “I don’t usually accept my son’s leftovers, but it’ll add an authenticity to the proceedings, don’t you think?” He grins at Curtis as he suddenly drops my leg and moves his hand underneath my dress.
“We got enough,” Curtis cryptically replies. “It’s believable without you fucking the bitch.” He shakes his head, piercing me with a look full of disgust. “And trust me, she’s a lousy lay. I wouldn’t waste my spunk on her.”
“Come now, Hawthorne.” Greg slants him a sneering look. “You’ve seen the footage from Vander’s apartment. She’s far from a lousy lay.”
Oh my God. They’ve been spying on us! I thought they hated one another, but it’s clear they’ve obviously partnered up. “You had someone break in and plant a camera,” I say as it slots into place. I know Vander and Jimmy searched the apartment for cameras and didn’t find any, so I can’t tell if they’re bluffing or whomever they hired hid it someplace it wouldn’t be found.
“You two made this so fucking easy.” Greg chuckles as his fingers brush against the front of my panties.
Curtis wraps his hand around Greg’s wrist, stalling his upward trajectory. “That’s enough. You got what you needed. Let her go.”
“Why do you care? You want rid of the bitch. I’m horny now, and I need to blow my load. Might as well fill her hole.”
He’s disgusting and repulsive, and if he does this, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.
“She’s still the mother of my kids. If they found out I let you fuck her, I’d lose them forever.”
“Rape, Curtis. The word you are looking for is rape, and you’re damn right. They would cut you off forever if you let this happen.” They’ll cut him off when they find out he let Greg stage this, for reasons I’m still not privy to. It’s on the tip of my tongue to spit that at my ex, but I shove the words back down, for fear he’d give his buddy the green light to proceed.
Curtis grabs the gun from Greg’s hand and pushes him away from me. “I didn’t agree to this.” He brandishes the gun in Greg’s face as the asshole pulls his boxer briefs and pants back up, and I heave a sigh of relief.
“I had to improvise. My son’s been teaching her self-defense. How else was I supposed to ensure she shut up and played her part?”
Curtis frowns but doesn’t reply as he yanks down my dress, unhooks the cuffs from the desk, and pulls me upright. I want to spit in his face or sideswipe his legs, but he’s still holding the gun, and if he’s desperate enough to buddy up with his enemy, then he’s desperate enough to shoot me. I know I’m a pawn in Greg’s sick game, but how does this help Curtis? If he thinks this will force me into accepting the terms of his latest divorce proposal, he can think again. When I’m done with him, he’ll be languishing in a jail cell alongside Vander’s father. “I don’t know what you think you stand to gain here, Curtis, but you’ve just fucked everything up.”
Leaning across me, Curtis swipes my cell from the holder and pauses the recording. “How dumb can one bitch be.” He grips my chin painfully, his nails digging into my flesh. “I’m not the one who has fucked everything up.”
I lurch for my cell, as he passes it to Greg, forgetting my wrists are still bound. Losing my balance, I take a tumble off the desk, but Curtis catches me before I face-plant the ground. Cursing under his breath, he plonks me in the chair in front of my desk, using his tie to bind one of my ankles to the leg. Greg absently loosens his tie and hands it to Curtis as he chuckles while watching the recording on my phone. “Great camera work, honey.”
Internally, I flip him the bird.
“Just email yourself the file, and wipe it from her phone,” Curtis instructs as he binds my other leg with Greg’s tie. “I want to get this over and done with before security comes looking.”
“I told you I handled that,” Greg says, pressing buttons on my cell before he drops it on the desk. “No one will come near us.”
Curtis grabs my wrists, scowling at my new ink. “This isn’t you. It’s crass. You’re letting him change you.”
I bark out a bitter laugh. “Vander is changing me. He’s showing me how to appreciate my worth, something you did your best to destroy.” I put my face all up in his. “Guess what? You didn’t. And you get no say over what I put on or in my body. I’m free to do what I like and you can’t stop me.”
“Wanna bet?” He smirks, and I long to claw my fingernails down his face and leave scars. Curtis walks over beside Greg, and both of them prop their butts against the edge of my desk, facing me. “In case it’s not clear, you’re not exactly in a position to make such assertions when we hold all the cards.”
“You won’t when I report you to the cops,” I snap, glowering at both of them.
They trade wide grins, and all the blood drains from my body. “If anyone is reporting anything to the cops, it’ll be me,” Greg retorts.
“I haven’t done anything, and you know it.”
“The cops won’t see it like that,” Curtis says. “Show her.” He eyeballs Greg while scrubbing a hand over his chin, showcasing his impatient nature.
“I warned my son, on several occasions, what would happen if he didn’t play ball my way,” Greg says, extracting his cell phone from the pocket of his pants.