CADEnce (Deception Book 2) (20 page)

He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pair of my black lace panties. “Want to know where I found these?” His voice was tight, his lungs struggling to work properly under his rage. I didn’t answer him but continued to hold his secure gaze. Tipping his head, he narrowed his eyes on me. “In Frank’s bedroom.”

My eyes widened. Although no surprise, I needed to hide the fact that I knew.

“Why were they in Frank’s possession, Star?”

“I have no idea, Dante.”

I was struggling to hold on. His narrow eyes thinned further, my lie blatant to him. I gasped when his hand wrapped around my face, his long fingers digging into my cheeks. “Don’t lie to me, Star. I could always see your lies.”

“I don’t know, Dante,” I said around the force holding my jaw. I wasn’t really lying, I hadn’t a clue why Frank had them, but it hadn’t been of any surprise, and that’s what Dante saw in my expression.

His teeth clenched as he rapidly inhaled air noisily through his nose. His pupils were huge, his face twitching and his skin pale and clammy as he growled.

I tried to scramble away when he stuffed my panties into my mouth, pushing them further and further in with his finger as I choked around them. Grabbing a fistful of my hair he dragged me off the rock and plunged me into the water, his other hand pushing my head down until my face was below the surface.

Unable to fill my lungs properly due to my gag, they started screaming at the sudden disappearance of oxygen. Kicking and flaying under his strict grasp, I panicked, my head shaking as I brought my fingers up to grab hold of his wrist.

As suddenly as he’d pushed me under, he brought me back up. My chest heaved as I attempted to pull in enough air through just my nostrils, my own panties stopping me from gulping mouthfuls.

Once again he shoved me back into the water, once again causing me to grapple with him, once again sending my brain into shock at the lack of oxygen.

This time when he pulled me out, he spun me round and pressed my face into the rock. I shook my head under his hand, kicking back at him when he shoved my dress over my backside and tore at my panties. My hands clawed at his to let me go but his grip only tightened.

He laughed manically. “I’ll keep these ones for myself, just in case you run out after sharing your dirty cunt with my staff.”

I whimpered, biting onto my panties when he shoved his cock inside me, a sharp hiss coming from him with the dryness that met him. I was struggling to breathe. The way he squashed my face against the rock closed one of my nostrils, my only available input through one side, my mouth stuffed full with my underwear.

“This—is—mine,” he grunted with each thrust. “You fucking whore! And just because my baby isn’t inside you yet, doesn’t mean it won’t be, it just means I get to play rough after all.”

I was angry at myself when my sobbing blocked my nose with mucus. Bucking under him, trying to tell him I was suffocating, he grunted harder, probably thinking I was aroused and fucking him back. Crazy sadistic bastard! Like what he was doing would turn me on! I couldn’t think rationally and I needed my hands to brace myself from the brutal impact his thrusts were having on my face and body.

“You ever touch him or even look at him with those come fuck me eyes, Star,” he growled, his pounding frenzied, his hold on my head becoming more and more painful as the rough stone grazed my cheek, “I will kill him! You think I like it rough. Frank’s perversion makes mine look docile. We do have one thing in common, though.”

He threw pictures down on the rock next to my head.

“He likes to document the breaking of his prize, just like me.”

Images of that poor girl, Blue, were on them but I couldn’t make them out with my body under so much punishment.

With the thought of violence racing through his mind, he pushed deep inside me and spilled into me, a sharp cry coming from him with his fucked up orgasm.

My chest heaved with what little air I managed to pull through my nose when his hand disappeared with his cock. I daren’t move and I remained there, my bare ass stuck up, his semen trickling down my thighs as my face lay against the rock, the salt from my tears stinging my cut skin.

Softly and sickeningly he patted my backside. “Dinner will be ready soon, don’t be too long.” I gagged when he leaned into me and placed a gentle kiss to the base of my spine, zipped himself up and left.

Waiting until I saw him retreat through the gap between two large pillars, I pulled my panties out of my mouth and vomited all over the rock, my face still laid against it, my own sick seeping under my cheek and into my hair and onto the photos.

A wretched cry left me as I finally slid down and landed in the shallow part of the water, my thighs clenching at the pain between my legs and my chest struggling to accommodate my cries as it still fought to refill my lungs.

I heaved again when the water turned pink, my blood and vomit creating more color in the beautiful but now tainted setting. I grasped up the pictures, dipping them into the water to remove the vomit. My soul cried for her, for me, for the image and memories of a man I thought to be a good man, a protector. How would I ever trust anyone again?

Image after image of torture. Frank grinning at the camera as he was buried inside a broken Blue, bent over what looked like a gymnastic vault. Her torso rested on top, her arms tied on one side, her legs the other, she was completely at the mercy of men who didn’t know the meaning of the word. Other pictures showed them using tools of some kind to rape her. How evil these men were left me feeling hopeless.

The secluded area provided privacy for my breakdown as I screamed and cried, wept and wailed, snot and tears and blood mixing in with the water as my despair soiled the serenity.

I cried until the sun went down, and all that left me was whimpers and hiccups, my body using the water I was sat in to cleanse me of the filth Dante had left on and in me.

I took a small gasp when the little bird from earlier landed on the opposite rock, its tiny head tipped to the side as it watched me. Its wide round eyes held onto mine as its sharp beak vibrated, a funny sound coming from it. Suddenly it jumped into the water, dipped its head and brought out another fish. It continued to stare at me, the fish flailing vigorously in its hold, the sound of its flapping as mesmerizing as the bird’s gaze.

Slowly, its beak opened as it inclined its head to the water. The fish fell from its mouth, dropped back into the water and swam away. Its beak vibrated again, the tone louder this time before it suddenly took off, soaring above my head, circling once then disappearing over the top of the cliff.

I was going crazy. I must have been. But as my gaze dropped back to the water my eyes caught the movement of the freed fish as it jumped out of the water and dived back in, delighted in its unexplainable freedom.

Taking a big calming breath, I pushed myself up, wincing at the soreness and pulled my wet clothes back down. I swallowed back my tears, pulled my shoulders back and went to join Dante for dinner.

CLOSING MY EYES, I TRIED to get a grip. My blood was burning, scalding my veins as it raced around my body in search for what it needed.

Fucking Delia. She deserved to die. The bitch had come without the stuff, or she’d ingested it all on her way over because I’d be damned if I could find it in her briefcase. Stupid cunt. I pictured her face when the bullet pierced her tiny fucking brain, the little hole in her head so satisfying. It was the only thing getting me through this damn agony. Well, other than being balls deep inside Star; the sound of her sobbing, the scent of her blood and the sight of her so broken beneath me giving me the most intense orgasm, feeding me the high I needed, even if only for a few minutes.

If I found out she was screwing Frank then they’d both die—painfully. The perverted bastard had done a job on Blue, and Star wouldn’t have a clue what hit her when Frank exposed his kink.

A laugh broke free at that thought. Fuck, she thought I was rough!

Malik was up to something too; his fucking knowing stare on me gave me the creeps. The way he watched Star got on my nerves, like he worshipped her. The sad prick, he had no idea how to handle her, or what my little bitch liked. She liked it hard and dirty. But, then so did Malik, his tendency to play with both males and females twisting my gut with disgust. Shit, the ponsy cunt might be after my dick! I shrugged, dismissing that idea immediately. He wouldn’t dare! He knew I’d pound him until he resembled shit on a skewer.

My lips were sore, the constant gnawing on them making them raw and split. Fuck, if I didn’t get a fix soon I was gonna bust some fucker.

“Finally!” I growled when my call connected and a ringing tone sounded. “Where the fuck you been, Jethro?” I barked as soon as he answered.

He paused, a tight sigh of annoyance echoing down the line. “Mr. Troy, how can I help you today?”

“I need some TSD knocking up, like now.”

“Supplies are out,” he informed me with a yawn, making my teeth grind together. “Delia emptied the stock yesterday.”

“Well get some more fucking stock then!” I snarled. For fuck’s sake, did I have to do everything myself? My staff were useless bastards. They were the first to jump to it if their fucking salary didn’t credit their bank account every month.

“Mr. Troy, it’s not that easy . . .”

“Jethro. You have two options. Either get off your lazy fat ass and sort out fresh supplies, or I’ll make sure someone popular takes a two by two and shoves it up your lazy fat ass. Completely your choice.”

He went silent, knowing my words weren’t said in jest. Fuck, he probably knew it would be me ripping his ass in two with a plank of fucking wood.

“I’ll make sure to call you when stocks are replenished.”

“Good boy, but don’t call me until it’s been prepped and is ready to go. Oh, and Jethro, make sure it’s today.”

“Of course, Mr. Troy.”

Asshole.

Fuck, my skin was jumping. This was worse than the usual drug withdrawal. Fucking lying slut had told me it wasn’t addictive. I had tweaked the drug and let her add to it over the years to weed out after effects I noticed over time. What was I thinking letting her have a say? Now she was dead and I was vibrating out of my skin. Not addictive, she said, when I told her I felt withdrawal when we became stranded on the island after a bad storm that left us isolated for nearly two weeks. Fuck! I wanted to bring her back so I could go slower with her death. I knew now she’d only told me that so she could get her grubby talons on me. She never thought I’d shoot her.

Lucky for me we had my chemist making up stock for us who then sent it to my outsource guy, Jethro, who distributed to Delia and my clients. So, we had her added recipe and it was just a case of stock.

Another laugh burst from me. Things were finally looking up. Well, they would be as soon as I slipped the little disc into the patch of skin under my arm.

My stomach rumbled when a faint scent of bacon wafted past my nostrils, causing me to frown. When was the last time I’d actually eaten?

A smile lifted my lips. Food would do me good. Well, that and tormenting Star. The way she walked across the room trying not to grab my attention made me chuckle. She didn’t realize it was her fear that made my cock throb for her; the terror in her eyes made my blood pump faster. Stupid whore. Cade should have been glad I’d taken her off his hands.

Frank stared at me when I walked into the dining room, laughing at my own internal conversation. Fuck, I frowned
at myself.
I was going crazy. My mind was too active. TSD slowed my brain down, soothing all the rampart parts that refused to shut the fuck up. Hence, my wild ramblings.

Frank quickly turned away when I narrowed my eyes on him. The prick was still under scrutiny. If I caught him with any of Star’s underwear again, I’d tear his nuts from his sack and feed them so far up his ass he’d choke on his own fucking pubes.

I shrugged to myself with that thought, half of me hoping I’d find her bra stuffed in his pocket just to see if I could work his cock down his throat like Theo had swallowed the deodorant can.