I shake my head. But it’s no use.
Cardona’s vile smile widens. “And they like to play hard too.”
He laughs dryly as he clamps chains around my wrists. He hikes my hands over my head and drags me up the bed, securing me to the cot’s frame.
“I expected more eagerness from you, Zoya.” He traces my lips with his thumb. “You can be a good whore—or you can be a dead one. Your choice.”
When he steps back, I hear it—the dreadful sound of every zipper in the vicinity dropping all at once. Tears sting my eyes as I struggle uselessly against my restraints, my body refusing to respond to the pleas of my brain. I know it’ll be easier if I just go along with it. I know it’ll hurt less.
The first guy positions himself in front of me, stench rolling from his body. Rough fingers find their way between my legs and, in one swift motion, force them apart. I close my eyes as I feel him violate me, fighting the urge to scream.
I’m trapped in a living nightmare. And nobody is coming to help.
Chapter Five
Willow
I cross my arms over my chest.
It’s stupid to think I’ll be able to hide the bulge of my breasts in this tiny bra, but it’s worth a shot. Even if Lorenzo leers at me like a horny dog.
A sweaty palm slides between my thighs. “I bet you like it rough.”
“Back off, dirt bag.”
He retracts his hand but stays close. “You probably put up a fight just so guys will get rough, don’t you?”
My ankles are killing me. I’d do just about anything to sit down. As I gaze at the sparkling silver heels on my feet, I shudder. “How long is this going to take?”
“Not much longer,” Lorenzo whispers back. He rubs my ass and gives it a smack. The echoingthwackmakes me sick to my stomach. “Girls like you are so much fun to break in.”
I take a shaky step forward. He follows. It makes me twist with disgust to feel his bulge against my lower back. He grabs my hips and squeezes.
I shove my shoulder into his chest. “I said,back off.”
“Careful, Ms. Austin. I’ve been nothing but a gentleman to you.”
I pinch my lips shut.Our definitions of that word must be very different, asshole.
His smile is sinister as he tugs on the front of my bra. The movement forces my tits to jiggle, and he hisses. “It’s also a shame that Don Cardona gets to marry that quiet bitch while you get thrown to the wolves.”
My eyelids flutter with disbelief. “What?”
“I know.” He teases my neck with his nose. “It’s so unfair, right? If I had the money, you and I would have one hell of a time together.”
I resist the urge to gag and slide my hands up his chest. This world doesn’t have that many rules. And whatever rules there are can be broken.
At least, theoretically.
I clutch his shoulders and arch into him. “You can’t make an exception?”
He grabs the back of my knee and hoists it over his hip, slamming me into the wall. “It’s all about money here, baby. I don’t have a lot of that.”
“But you work for Cardona. Couldn’t you just ask him for a trade or something?”
He nuzzles my neck, the tip of his tongue sliding hungrily over my skin. I cringe at the feeling but try to make myself moan.
I don’t think I’m convincing anyone here.