“That’s mine.”
Her precious eReader. The only thing that kept her sane. If she didn’t have her books, she didn’t know what she would do. The characters in those stories were her friends.
Her only friends. Her only escape.
“Give it back.”
“Some very interesting stories in here. These are some very kinky desires that you’ve been hiding, Marisol. Tell me, does your aunt know about the stuff you read?”
Her entire body shook. She didn’t know if it was in reaction to his words or her blood sugar levels getting too low. A mix of both, she was betting.
He stood, moving with the elegance of a coiled snake waiting to pounce. She watched him, barely breathing. He grew closer and her fear grew. If he wanted to hurt her, he could. There was no one here to stop him. She doubted her aunt would care and his father would probably cheer him on.
Now she was wishing that the sheriff had taken her to jail and locked her up. She’d take her chances with that soap shank.
“What was it you called me last time I saw you? Depraved?”
“You suggested I have a threesome with you and your dad!”
“You should have been flattered.” He started to circle around her and it was all she could do to stand there. To not follow him, not show how afraid she really was.
How terrified.
“F-flattered? He’s my aunt’s boyfriend!”
“So? She could have watched.”
“Eww.”
Too late, she realized she should have guarded her words better as he grabbed her wrist, dragging her towards him. He squeezed her wrist until she cried out in pain.
“You want to be very careful about the way you treat me, Marisol. You think you’re better than the whores who hang around me and my dad, trying to get their hands on our cocks? You’re not. And very soon, my old man and I are gonna be your family. Then I’m going to be in charge of you.”
She forced herself to stay still, hoping if she didn’t fight back that he’d release her. Eventually, he loosened his hold, shoving her hand away. She cradled her arm against her chest.
“I’m twenty-three, I don’t need anyone to take charge of me.”
“Actually, I think you need very close watching. I don’t think I’m going to let you out of my sight for a good long while. Or should that be, out of my bedroom.” He moved in front of her, running a finger along the base of her neck. “These books you read just gave me an insight into what you need, Marisol. You need someone strong to take charge of you. You’re looking for an alpha male, someone to dominate you, fuck you, punish you. I’m the man you need.”
Only if she was looking for an egotistical psychopathic creep.
Thankfully, she didn’t say that out loud. But something in her face must have clued him in. His face filled with anger again. She stepped back, staring at him fearfully. Just as he was reaching for her, a knock came on the door.
“What?” Tiger snapped, still glaring at her.
Was it her aunt? Was she going to do the decent thing for once and try to help her? Hope filled her chest. Only to come crashing down.
“Tiger! We’ve got to fucking go!” Saber said impatiently.
“Can it wait five fucking minutes, kind of busy.”
“No, it can’t fucking wait. This is more fucking important than you getting your dick wet. Shit has gone down. Jackal and Falcon are dead.”
“What the fuck?” Tiger strode over to the door, unlocking and flinging it open.
She didn’t know who Jackal and Falcon were. And she knew it was wrong, but she was really glad they were dead right then.
That’s kind of an awful thing to think, Marisol.
Yeah, but then if they were friends of Saber, they were hardly going to be nice people.
Saber moved his gaze from Tiger to her. His gaze felt so filthy that she wanted to immediately jump in the shower. And still, she didn’t think she’d get that oily feel off her skin.
“Your aunt has some good news for you, Marisol,” Saber told her with an evil grin. “We’ll be seeing you real soon.”
He turned and strode away. Tiger grabbed hold of her sore wrist, making her cry out. He dragged her against him. “I’ll be back, Marisol. And you better be fucking prepared to kneel.”
At the doorway, he turned back and threw her eReader towards the bed. Only he had shit aim and it smashed against her bedside drawers.
No. No. No.
Tiger left and she fled over to where her eReader lay on the floor. Please let it be all right. Please.
She turned it over, tears dripping down her cheeks as she took in its cracked surface. It had taken her so long to save up for it on the measly allowance her aunt gave her.
“What are you doing sitting on the floor, sniveling?”
She looked over at her aunt’s spiteful voice. She guessed Rosalind was a beautiful woman. If you judged her on her outside appearance alone. She was forty-five, but looked ten years younger. People often mistook them for sisters. Rosalind loved that. With long, shiny dark hair, big hazel eyes and a tiny waist with her generous boobs, she was gorgeous. But Marisol could see under the surface. And all she saw was darkness. Rosalind was mean. Spiteful. Petty.
But surely, she wouldn’t let her be abused? A spark of hope lit inside her. If she told her about Tiger would she keep him away from Marisol?
Or would she not care?
“Tiger broke my eReader,” she explained.
A wave of nausea came over her. She really needed to eat something.
“So? You’ve always got your face in that damn thing. You have more important things to do. He did you a favor.”
“A favor?” she whispered, anger stirring inside her. “He was talking like he . . . like he wanted to . . .”
“What, Marisol?” Her aunt brought a cigarette up to her mouth and puffed on it. She only smoked the things post-sex. It made Marisol shudder at the memory of Saber pounding into her.
She now wore a black silk negligee and gown over the top. Marisol hoped she wasn’t expecting Saber to come back.
“Spit it out. I don’t have all night. You’re late.”
“He wants to have sex with me.” She knew she was bright red as she spat the words out.
“And? So what? You should do what he wants.”
Marisol’s mouth dropped open. She knew she should have expected it. Her aunt had never once shown any sort of affection or care.
“I don’t want him!”
“So? Jesus, Marisol, grow up. Sometimes you just have to do things even if you don’t want to. Do you think I wanted to marry any of those old farts? That I enjoyed having their wrinkly, cold hands on me? Course I didn’t. But I let them touch me because I wanted something from them. And they never complained.”
She just stared at Rosalind. She knew the other woman hadn’t married any of her husbands for love. Still to just hear her say it out loud like that was disturbing.
“I’m not letting Tiger touch me.”
Rosalind sneered. “Get off your high fucking horse. You have to lose your virginity at some time. You could do much worse than Tiger. He’s gonna be somebody. Don’t you realize how powerful Saber is? He’s not just the leader of a branch of the Devil’s Sinners, he’s the leader of all of them. I don’t know why Tiger wants you, but you should be flattered as hell that he does. Just open your legs and make a few noises. Get him off and he’ll be happy. Likely that will get you out of his system once he realizes you’re a cold fish. Then he might want a real woman.” She smiled smugly.