There is something very fucked up about her. Not just the obvious abuse at the hands of her father and possibly his business dealings, but from her conception. She doesn’t know who her mother is, what she looks like, her name—nothing.
“You awake?” I ask.
She rolls onto her back instead of verbally answering me. I watch from the corner of my eye as she turns her head to look over at me. Her lips are full and parted slightly as she watches and waits for what I’m going to say next.
Fuck.
She’s pretty.
“You need to tell me, Leighton.”
“Tell you?”
Turning to my side, I reach out and tuck a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah, mi reina, you gotta tell me what I need to know about your past.”
Her blue eyes disappear for a breath as she closes them, then opens them again. Pain radiates from her. My heart actually skips a beat at the sight of her obvious excruciating ache. I shouldn’t be asking her, I should let her shove it deep down inside of herself. I should ignore it and just use her for pleasure.
“I don’t know what you would need to know. My father had those girls, you saw them. You know what he used them for since you’re the one who found them and came to his house.”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding my head.
I keep my eyes focused on hers, never breaking contact. Her lips tremble as she continues to watch me. I know that she’s holding things back, and I doubt that she’ll ever tell me everything. I don’t expect her to, but I do need her to tell me what I should know, what’s useful to me.
“The girls, they came in when he had parties. I never really saw what they did, I only guessed. Sometimes his friends would sneak away, climb the stairs of the house and look for me. I never told him, I don’t know if he knew.
“Later, he had this guy, Leopold, who was around my age. He said that my father gave me to him. He did what he wanted, the way he wanted, and let whoever he wanted do anything and everything to me that he approved of.”
I swallow, my throat dry as fuck as I stare at her. I’m fucking Leopold. I pay to do what I want, the way I want, and even with multiple people with call girls. Same with the clubwhores, except I don’t pay them.
I do the same goddamn thing.
I’m no better than her father, my club is no better than him and his friends. Only difference is we don’t fuck underage girls and we don’t kill them when we deem them unnecessary.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
She shakes her head, my hand falls from her face and I turn to my back, staring at the dark ceiling. She doesn’t move to press against my side, she doesn’t even flinch. She stays exactly in her place, her eyes searing a fucking hole in the side of my head.
“When I couldn’t take it anymore. Between Leo, his friends, his father, and whoever else would sneak into my room when they thought nobody was looking, or maybe they had permission, I don’t know. When I couldn’t take it a second longer, I ran away.”
“You got this douche’s last name?” I grind out.
“I know it. But I haven’t seen him in years. My father said he was married now,” she whispers.
There is a moment of silence and I’m trying not to drag her out of bed and force her to give me his name so I can hunt him down like the animal he is and end him right there in front of the poor woman he married.
“I lived in crappy apartments, worked for cash in highly populated cities, mostly college town bars. I tried to stay invisible, but he found me. I guess he probably always knew where I was and allowed me to be free until he needed me.
“Right before you came to the house, I’d only been there a couple of days. He told me that he promised me to someone, but I don’t know who. He said I was going to be his wife, but that basically he was going to sexually torture me.”
Inhaling a deep breath, I turn to her. I know my eyes look wild, especially when she gasps at the sight of them. It doesn’t matter, anger courses through my entire body at the thought of her being used that way, for years, for far too fucking long.
“I’m finding Leopold, eventually. When I do, you can draw first blood. I’m finding the fuck you were supposed to marry, too,” I grind out.
Her lips twitch into a small smile. “Okay.” She laughs softly. “Anyway, I don’t think I have anything that can help you.”
I let out a grunt. “Nah, I don’t think that you do. Which is unfortunate, I’d really like to bring more of these fuckheads down.”
“Me too,” she whispers.
“As much as I want vigilante shit like this to be my full-time gig, it’s not. So yeah, I have to leave the day after tomorrow. You’re going to stay in the clubhouse. You’re not going to get into any trouble, you’ll be safe there, and then I’ll be back and we’ll fix this place up.”
“We?” she asks.
I hum, gathering her in my arms and dragging her over to my side. Touching my mouth to hers, I give her a small kiss. “Yeah, we. Gotta admit, so far, I like having you around.”
“It’s only been a few days,” she breathes against my lips. “You may hate me.”
“Maybe,” I grunt. “Maybe not. Guess we’ll have to play house a little more to find out.”
There’s a moment of silence, I think that she’s either going to kiss me or push me away, but she does neither. Instead, she asks me a question, one that I don’t have the answer to.
“What happens when you do hate me?” she asks, her voice so soft that I almost don’t hear her.
Instead of answering, I kiss her. It’s hard and owning. Shoving my tongue down her throat, I fuck her with it to avoid the question. Then, I slam my cock inside of her to avoid any more questions. I fuck her body until we’re both so worn out that talking is the last thing we can think to do.
LEIGHTON
We don’t talk about our relationship, anything about us again. Instead, we sleep. Mountain wakes me up the next morning with his mouth between my legs, bringing me to an orgasm before he fucks me hard and does it a second time. A girl could get used to the number of orgasms he gives.
He’s above me, buried inside of me, his black eyes dancing and glittering as he watches me. “Got shit to do today if I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” he murmurs.
“Can you tell me where you’re going?” I chance asking.
I don’t know much about his group, but from what I’ve gathered, they’re very secretive. I’m fine with that, I’m not sure I want to know what’s really going on. Maybe it’s naïve, or maybe it’s just denial, but I don’t think I could handle knowing he’s anything like my father and his associates.
“New York,” he simply states as he rolls off of me and away.
I watch as he throws his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up with his back to me. I want to crawl up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and kiss the middle of his strong tattooed back.
My eyes scan the markings, they’re sexy as shit. A gigantic mountain lion in the center, teeth bared and furious looking. There is a mountain range in the background and it’s all in different shades of blacks and grays. Lifting my hand, I extend my finger and trace the lion.