He steps away and I close my eyes, thinking I’m going to get a nap, but they open when something cold slides between my ass cheeks. He’s not done with me.
Seconds later, I feel pressure from his fingers. My legs try to close but I realize that’s why he tied them open. His finger easily slips inside my ass, in and out, spreading me, preparing me to take whatever he wants to give me. I don’t even flinch when the butt plug slides into place. Instead, a moan comes from my taped lips.
Then I’m bathed in darkness. I blink, trying to figure out if I passed out or not, but nope. He turned the light off. Then I hear the bedroom door open and close as he leaves me hear waiting for him to use me again.
“Elli?” I hear Kira call out from my adjoining bedroom, pulling me out of the memory. “Ellington, where the fuck …?” She barges into my bathroom and rushes over to the shower. Yanking the glass door open, she steps inside fully dressed. “What the fuck, Elli? I’ve been banging on your front door for fifteen minutes. I finally broke a window.” She reaches out to touch me but hisses in a breath when her hand feels the water. “How long have you been in here? The water is freezing.” She stands, turning it off, and bends back down. “Come on. Get up.” She grabs my arm and pulls me to sit. “How long…?” Her voice trails off, her eyes dropping to my exposed chest and stomach. “What the fuck?” she whispers. “What are those?”
I don’t answer.
“Are they tallies?” she goes on.
I nod, unable to speak. My jaw is so sore from gritting my teeth. I had never come so hard in my life. And that doesn’t include the way he used my throat. I hate that I wanted to please him. That my mind thought if he saw how good I could be, then maybe he’d choose me over Amelia. Like I ever had a chance at being his.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven … Jesus, Elli.” She stops counting.
I know there are so many more. When he took me to the bedroom and flipped me over, he started keeping track on my back. My pussy is swollen, it aches. “I can’t get them off,” I whisper.
I’ve scrubbed for I don’t know how long. I tried a scrub with a loofah. All it did was rub my skin raw. My chest is red, and it made me bleed a little.
“What?” Her eyes go over to the jug that sits next to me and she picks it up. “You’re bathing in bleach?” she barks.
It wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had but the thought of Chance kicking me to the curb made me desperate. If he tosses me to the side, my mother will no doubt send me away. “I was going to try.” I need them off.
Sighing heavily, she stands. “Come on.” She grabs my hand and helps me to stand on my wobbly legs. “I know what will help.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
SIN
I’M STANDING IN my bedroom back at my parents’ house with two other Lords when Corbin’s phone rings.
He looks down at it and sighs. “It’s Gunner. He’s called me three times in the last hour. Ryat is losing his shit over Blakely…” It rings again, cutting him off. “Hey, man.” He walks over to my bathroom. “I don’t know anything. I didn’t attend the party…” He closes himself inside, giving the two of us privacy.
“You did good,” the other Lord states.
I snort. “We’ll see.”
My bedroom door opens so hard it bangs against the interior wall, leaving a massive hole from the knob hitting the drywall. “You sorry son of a bitch…” My sister’s words trail off when her eyes meet mine and then go to the guy standing next to me. She takes a step back as if one of us pushed her. “No.” Her wide eyes go back to mine. “Easton, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
I run a hand through my hair. I knew this would happen, I just thought I’d have more time.
“Please,” she begs. “Tell me that my best friend is not an assignment.”
I look over at Chance and he crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at her. I know he isn’t going to say shit. We both have too much to lose.
“How could you do this to her?” she asks me.
I remain silent.
“You can’t just let her go?” My teeth clench. “Huh? Just let her be.” She runs over to me, slapping my face. “You piece of shit.” She slaps me again.
“Stop!” Chance orders, placing a hand on her chest, holding her back.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Corbin barks, stepping out of my bathroom, hearing the commotion while pocketing his cell.
“Then handle your bitch,” Chance says.
She looks at her boyfriend, tears now in her eyes. “You knew? Everything you said to her … you were lying?” Her voice shakes, showing how hurt she is that he didn’t fill her in on our plan.