I drank until my stomach felt like it was going to explode before pushing it away. He waited for a moment. The strange fuzziness flooded my mind in heavy waves, taking away my will as I breathed out, my body limp against his.
“Good girl,” he said softly.
His hand dipped into my bra, and he pulled out my breast, his breathing heavy as he tweaked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You want it,” he whispered in my ear. “You want my cock buried inside you. Just like last time.”
“L-last time?” I asked, slurring as he continued to touch me. More waves rushed through my body, muddling my brain.
This is your life now. Don’t forget it.
I’ll probably die here.
The thoughts faded away until his voice was all I heard.
“Mhm. After I brought you inside and put you on the bed the night I took you. You were so beautiful lying there. I spread your legs. I pulled down your panties. You know what I did then?”
My breath caught in my chest.
“No guesses? I’ll tell you.” He released my breast and moved to the other one and pulled it out of the bra cup and traced soft circles along its flesh as I shivered against him. “I pulled my cock out. I couldn’t resist. Believe me, I tried, but I’ve been trying for too long to control it. I remembered how good you sucked my cock. Your tears on my thighs as I filled your mouth with my come. Fuck.” He let out a shuddering breath. “I knew you wanted me then. So I did us both a favor. I fucked your pussy while you slept. I filled you with my come. You even moaned for a me a little. If we’re lucky, we’ll have a baby in a few short months. I can teach our baby all sorts of fun stuff. Doesn’t that excite you, Bianca?”
I shifted away from him in a moment of clarity and stumbled off the bed and fell to my knees in front of the toilet and dry heaved into it.
I’d been pushing the ugly thought deep into the back of my mind when I had these moments of clarity. Many of the memories I had were so muddled and foggy, I had a hard time deciphering them from my nightmares and reality.
I hadn’t had a period since I’d gotten here though.
I couldn’t be. . .
He moved beside me, his black boots in my line of sight as I clung to the toilet. His fingers caressed through my hair as I continued to gag, my worst fears alive and well within me.
“If we’re lucky, you’ll be the mother of my child. Wouldn’t that be great?” he asked, a soft laugh leaving his lips. “We’d make beautiful children, Bianca.”
I heaved harder, dizziness taking over. My head spun. My body grew weaker as my breathing increased, my heartbeat banging in my ears.
He didn’t help me as I collapsed into a pile on the floor, my head banging off the tiles. Instead, he stared down at me and cocked his head.
“Don’t go unconscious on me, Bianca. I tend to do really bad things when you do that.”
I wanted to scream at him for help. Beg him to save me from this new nightmare. Instead, I accepted what was because I just didn’t have the strength or desire for more. The darkness took over, dragging me away from the nightmare that was my life.
My will once again gone.
CHAPTER42
Fallon
Istared out the window of my dorm, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. There still wasn’t a sign of Bianca. Almost a month. Nothing.
Dom was barely seen on campus, and when he was, he looked like hell. Gaunt, sickly, exhausted. Vin and Levin didn’t look much better.
And me? I spent most of my time high or drunk as a way to forget all the shit in my life. Regret ate at my soul, shredding me to pieces.
Today I was sober though. Despite my desire for an escape, I managed to not take a hit of anything or drink anything. We had a meeting in a few minutes. Tate had been acting exceptionally strange lately. I’d been watching him. Tate hardly ever smiled, but he’d been smiling a hell of a lot lately. For weeks. In fact, if I had to pinpoint when it started, I’d have to say when Bianca came up missing. I knew deep in my soul that he had to know something the rest of us didn’t.
As much as I tried to shove it all away and tell myself she’d gotten smart and ran, I knew it was more than that. The kings said she’d been taken. I wanted to believe she faked the entire thing and was drinking apple juice on a white sandy beach somewhere, but I knew better, even if I did try to force the negative out of my head about what was happening to her.
Where are you, princess?