“Don’t,” I say, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Or what?” He blows out more smoke after taking another drag. “You think you have any power in this world?” He gets up from his seat, towering over me. “You live only because I let you live.”
“I’m alive thanks to Beast and no one else,” I say through gritted teeth, pushing back the tears.
“And that mistake will cost him dearly,” he growls back.
My eyes widen. “You wouldn’t—”
“Kill him?” His nostrils flare, and he steps forward and violently grabs me by the hair, forcing me to look at him. “He is my hound. My killer. And you stole him from me.”
“Hechoseme instead of you,” I say.
“Because of you flaunting that pussy all over him,” he spits, his face turning red. “Just like you did a minute ago when my guards foolishly put you in that same cell again.”
He chucks me back into the couch, towering over me like he wants to strike me. “But I’m glad you came to that clinic … because now I can make you pay.”
He flicks his fingers, and the two guards at the door leave the room.
“What are you going to do?” I mutter, trying to lean away, but he’s right in front of me, preventing me from running.
“What I should have done the first time he brought you back,” he growls, tilting his head with a menacing look. “What I’ve wanted to do ever since you wore that pretty dress.”
My eyes widen as he lowers his hands to his pants and pulls the button.
Oh God. This can’t be happening. Not again.
“Now … are you going to tell me where your father is?” he muses, zipping down. “Or do you want me tomakeyou?”
I spit in his face.
He turns and wipes it off.
And I immediately regret it when his eyes land on me.
Suddenly, the doors open again, and in step those same guards … dragging Beast along with them. He’s in chains, both wrists and ankles, and he looks like he’s in so much pain that it brings tears to my eyes. They must’ve zapped him so hard he lost consciousness.
When he finally raises his head and meets my gaze, I swallow, barely able to mutter the word. “Beast.”
His eyes fall back into his head as they drag him to a chair and position it right in front of the couch, strapping him to it with the chains.
Lex pulls out a knife and snarls at me, “Get up.”
I do what he asks. Within seconds, he cuts through the fabric of my shirt, shredding it to pieces, and it all falls to the floor. Teardrops roll down my cheeks as he removes it all, and I’m left half-naked. But even that isn’t enough. He slashes at the fabric of my trousers until those are completely destroyed too, and all that’s left are my panties … which he cuts away too.
I cross my hands over my body, attempting to hide, but Lex wags a finger back and forth.
“Ah-ah. Let’s see what he likes so much about you that he was willing to throw it all away,” Lex says, and he points the knife at my chest until I remove my hands.
All my private parts are on display as if it doesn’t even matter.
Even the guards are still here, gaping at me, grinning like savages.
And it makes me feel so tiny I can’t even breathe.
“Now is when the good part starts,” Lex says, lifting my chin. “My fucking hound gets to watch me fuck his little toy as payback.”
Panic floods my veins, but Lex pushes the knife to my throat when I attempt to move.