Chapter Fifteen
“Are you going to get to your knees?” Mitch asked.
Noah stared at the door. He wasn’t afraid of Mitch, but seeing what that bastard did to Skye, it was too much. He heard her scream, and it broke him apart.
“Make him stop,” Noah said.
Mitch tutted. “You’ve got a brother and a sister, right?”
“You leave them alone.”
His opponent laughed. “What? I can’t talk to you about our siblings? My brother, he likes what he likes, and there’s nothing I can do or say to stop him from taking what he wants. He’s a force all his own.”
“Who did all of this?” Noah asked, pointing at the house. “You or Denison?”
“It’s a team effort. Denison keeps the law off our backs, but being a cop, it’s the perfect cover.”
This bastard really thought they weren’t going to get caught. He would make sure Denison and Mitch were known to the entire world before he was done with them.
“It’s not going to last, you know. You’ll get caught.”
“Dear boy, you think I haven’t been in your shoes? You think I haven’t expected someone to come and save me? I have. I’ve taken so many cocks I lost count. Your asshole is not that special, nor your mouth. I don’t see the appeal in you. We’ve been doing this our entire lives, Noah. We’ve never gotten caught, and I’m nearly fifty years old. We’re careful. You’re not getting out of here. My brother is going to hurt Skye. He’s going to fuck every single hole she possesses, probably tear her a new one while he’s at it. When he gets into the zone, no woman is safe. He likes to make a piece of art out of their blood.”
Noah still held the knife in his hands.
“Now, be a good little boy, get on your knees,” Mitch said.
Fight.
If you fight this, you take longer in getting Mitch close to you.
You need him close to hurt him.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly went to his knees, submitting to his abuser, his tormentor.
You’re doing this for Skye.
You’re not going to let anything happen.
His heart pounded. The last time he’d submitted to this man, he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do it again, and yet here he was, on his knees, ready to take whatever shit this man had to throw at him, for a second fucking time.
For Skye.
He had to remember that part.
This was all for Skye.
No one else.
Mitch sighed. “You have no idea what that does to me. Seeing you like this. Man, look at those muscles. You’ve been working out, haven’t you?”
Noah nodded his head. Tears fell from his eyes. They were filled with anger, but to anyone else, they could be mistaken for giving up.
He wasn’t giving up, not even close.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.