I raise my eyes, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. Now is not the time to freak out. I glare up at him.
“See, Elli…” He unzips his black slacks. “Your mother wanted you to marry Sin.” My eyes widen at that. “She confided in me after your meltdown at our reception that she felt he would at least keep you busy. That she knew about your father and his father having some sort of agreement that after you graduated Barrington, you were to marry him.”
My father wanted me to marry Sin?
“But of course, your father is dead, so whatever agreement he and Mr. Sinnett had is void now. So I convinced her that you should marry Chance. He’s a better Lord for you. He’ll control you like a Lady should be. Sin would go soft on you. He loves you too much.”
He’s wrong. He has no clue what he’s talking about. Sin hates me. His actions have proven that.
“And David, you owe me for David. I sent him to you. Told him that you were such a good whore and needed to be fucked. You make Sin weak. He’d let you run all over him. But Chance? He doesn’t give a fuck about you.” Reaching down, he runs his knuckles over my cheek that he just slapped. “You may marry him, but you will serve whoever he tells you to.”
“You mean you?” I grind out. “That’s why you’re forcing me to marry your nephew, because you think he’ll let you fuck me.” If my father and mother really wanted me to marry Sin, I do know one thing—he may not be faithful, but he’d never let another man touch me. And that just wouldn’t work for Lincoln.
He chuckles lightly. “You’re so smart, Ellington. James used to tell me how dumb you were. Just a cunt to fuck. But I knew you were smarter than he gave you credit for.” Reaching inside his unzipped slacks, he pulls out his dick and I lean away. He tangles his hand in my hair roughly, making me cry out.
“Enough talk. It’s time for you to be a good fucking whore and thank me for all I’ve done for you.”
My teeth clamp shut, and I shake my head the best I can with his fist in my hair. This isn’t like last time in James’s office. I’m not fucked up on drugs. Or begging for it.
He sighs, disappointed, and all but rolls his eyes. “How about Sin?”
My heart stops and I look up at him through watery eyes.
“If you don’t open your mouth, I’m going to report him to the Lords.”
I freeze. What does he mean report him?
“See, Sin was given an assignment, off the books. Of course, he didn’t know that. It was more of an experiment on my end. I wanted to see just how far he’d go for his little demon. And poof, the guy ended up dead. Photos of you naked and being used—gone. All for you, Elli. Imagine my surprise when I realized just how much he cares for you, a used-up whore.”
Tears fall down my cheeks. David. Linc set Sin up by hooking me up with David. But why? What made him think Sin was even interested in me?
“So, this is the last time I’ll make this offer, Ellington. Open your mouth and thank me for not getting the man you love stripped of his title.”
I hate that I care what happens to Sin. He saved me. Although he then used me until he got bored. But that’s my fault, right? I believed his lies. I fell in love with someone he really wasn’t. I can’t let them strip him of his title. Not because of me. I’m tired of being the reason people get hurt. This is my future. Being passed around and used.
They’re all right. I’m the whore. I’m nothing. Sin has a future, and I’m not going to let him lose it because of me. I’m not like them. Licking my lips, I close my eyes and part my lips.
“That’s a good slut,” he praises, and my shoulders shake as his cock slides into my open mouth.
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I KNEEL ONthe floor, the blood rushing in my ears. I watch him zip his pants. He grips my face and I stare up at him in a daze. Everything is blurry. He says something then lets go of me. The zip tie is cut and my arms fall to my sides. I hear him exit, the door shutting.
My chest heaves and I scramble to my feet. Running into my adjoining bathroom, I fall in front of the toilet just in time to vomit.
“Oh my God, Elli.” I hear Kira now standing next to me.
I do it again. My stomach muscles tightening, thighs clenching and chest burning. I expel what Linc forced me to swallow. It’s like déjà vu.
I just wish I was as fucked up as last time. I’ve got some in my dresser that I can take once I know I’m done throwing up.
She grabs my hair, holding it since Linc fucked up my updo with his fist in it. Once I’m done, I flush the toilet and sit back on my legs.
“Have you eaten today?” she asks, going over to the sink. Turning on the faucet, she runs a washcloth underneath it to get it wet, then hands it to me.
“Y-es.” My voice rough, throat burning.
I abandon the washcloth on the floor and stand on shaking legs. I go over to the faucet, cup the water and wash my face while rinsing my mouth out.