“That’s right. You enjoyed my fingers in your cunt. This time, you’re going to enjoy my cock.”
Oh.
My.
God.
It was Joel whose fingers I rode, not Langston. Was it Joel’s cock that I fucked too?
I squirm hard, my fingers going to work to untie myself. The pain in my shoulder is exploding with every move, but I won’t let this man touch me.
“Langston’s going to kill you!” I yell.
Joel slaps me hard across the cheek, the sting making me stop squirming long enough for his words to land.
“Langston was the one who told me to do my worst that night. He doesn’t care what I do to you. He’s just using you, and as soon as you are no longer useful to him, he’ll dispose of you.”
Joel’s words impact me more forcefully than the bullet in my shoulder. I thought I was safe with Langston. I thought he would protect me. I thought…
Everything I thought was wrong.
I’m on my own.
Langston won’t protect me.
The epiphany makes me fight like hell.
Joel leans in to kiss me again, and this time, I open my mouth, enticing his tongue deep into my orifice. Then, I enjoy biting down as wickedly as I can on his tongue.
I feel the iron taste of blood in my mouth and hear the high pitched squeal of pain leaving Joel’s throat. In response, I bite down harder.
Joel is smarter than I give him credit for, though. He punches me hard in the stomach, making me gasp for air, releasing his tongue.
I’m rewarded with the sight of blood covering the bastard’s mouth. I got him good.
His face turns sinister, his eyes swirl in evil circles, a vein bulges in his forehead, and his mouth growls like a bear.
I injured him, and that pissed him off. He’s going to try and take his fury out on me, but it still won’t stop me from fighting.
“You fucking cunt! You bit me!” he roars.
He grabs my shoulders, one hand digging into the back of my shoulder on my gunshot wound.
The pain bolts down my arm excruciatingly, races down my back, and crashes in my head. My body is firing off a million nerve endings all at once, telling me to run, to get away from this man. He will destroy me if I don’t stop him.
I refuse to scream, to cry out.
He smirks. “You think you’re a tough woman? Don’t worry, I can do this all day. Eventually, I will get your screams.”
He grabs for my jeans shorts and starts shoving them down my body.
I know what comes next.
And I can’t take it.
I try to headbutt him, but I miss.
I frantically try to untangle my wrists, but he notices and holds onto my hands with one of his large, dirty mitts while the other shoves unwanted into my panties.
I cringe and turn my face away, so he can’t see the suffering he’s causing me. I won’t let him have my pain, my fear, my agony. That I will keep to myself. If I can’t beat him, I at least won’t give him what he wants. That’s how I survived Enzo’s father. That’s how I’ll survive this scumbag too.
A throat clears, and my head snaps in the direction of the door.
Joel hears it too. His fingers stop fumbling in my bikini bottoms. Slowly and carefully, he removes his hand, trying to hide his actions from the voice at the door.
“You’re back early, sir. I was just teaching Miss Dunn a lesson in what happens to thieves on this island,” Joel says, his head looking over his shoulder at Langston, while continuing to straddle my body.
Liar. I didn’t steal anything.
“I can see that,” Langston answers, his voice low and orderly. He doesn’t seem upset at all to find Joel groping me.
Joel was right, Langston doesn’t care about me.
Langston doesn’t look at me; he only looks at Joel.
“I can handle Miss Dunn from here. Thank you, Joel.”
“Yes, sir.” Joel smirks at me and then rolls off me before exiting the room.
Then it’s just Langston and me.
I’m still tied up. My face is covered in Joel’s blood. Surprisingly, my shoulder has little blood on it. I doubt he even realizes I’m bleeding from a gunshot wound.
Langston doesn’t say anything. He just studies me a second, taking in the scene. I take the moment to study him.
He’s wearing jeans and a grey V-neck. He looks the same, but I see the bruises around his eye. Whatever he went and did, he got at least one punch for it. There are probably more beneath his shirt.
“Can you untie yourself?” he asks.
My eyes narrow. “Yes.”
“Good.”
And then Langston turns and walks out of the room.
That’s it? That’s all Langston is going to say or do?
Now, I’m pissed. He didn’t even ask what happened or check if I’m injured, check to see what Joel did to me.
Langston really does hate me.
His hate motivates me to untie myself faster.
I had already made progress on my wrists, so I finish them quickly and start on my ankles. I fumble once or twice before finally freeing myself.
I pull my jean shorts back up and then head to the bathroom. I wipe the blood from my face on Langston’s white towels, happy to be ruining them. I can’t reach my wound, and I don’t want to look at how violently my shoulder is fucked up.
I rummage for some painkillers and find none.
Dammit.
I run my hand through my blonde wavy hair. I’m strong. I’m going to go kick Langston’s ass and demand painkillers and a doctor. Then I’m going to find a way off this motherfucking island.
I consider my options: walk down the stairs or climb down the vines.
I choose vines.
It takes everything in me to climb down the wall, basically one-handed. My left shoulder is useless with the bullet lodged in it, but finally, my feet hit the ground.
I sneak around the house, keeping my head low to avoid being seen out the windows as I look for Langston.
I make it to the front of the house before I hear voices.
“I told you not to touch her,” Langston says, he has a gun pointed at Joel’s head, and Joel is kneeling in front of him.
My eyes widen. I was right, not Joel.
Amelia is standing off to the side with tears in her eyes.
“You didn’t listen. You touched her that first night when I told you not to. I told you to just scare her a bit. And what the hell was that I just walked in on?”
“She broke into the half of the house that was off-limits, sir. She was trying to run. She—” Joel says.
“No, I pay you to prevent that. She shouldn’t have been able to escape in the first place if you were doing your job. And you sure as hell aren’t allowed to touch her.”
“I’m sorry. I—” Joel says.
Langston doesn’t let him finish his sentence. He shoots Joel square in the forehead. His body drops lifelessly to the ground.
I gasp but snap my hands quickly over my mouth so Langston doesn’t know that I’m watching him.
Amelia holds her hands up as Langston aims the gun at her. “Please, I’m so sorry. It will never happen again.”
“I’m only letting you live because I don’t want to deal with the body. Get rid of him and then get off my fucking island. If I ever see your face again, Amelia, I’ll kill you, too.”
Amelia nods, tears streaming down her face now.