Heat (Parker Reed Book 1) (32 page)

He sat there, silent, happy to do just that. Listen. He rubbed a hand over my back in small circles, squeezing and massaging every so often. The love he felt for me poured from his strong fingertips, wrapping me in a blanket of warmth.

By the time we left the hospital, two hours had passed. His mom hugged me like I was one of her own and at that point, I broke. Tears cascaded down my face as the loss for my own parents settled deep inside of me. Weighing on my body like a heavy boulder.

Sylvia apologized profusely for making me cry. It was a wonderful moment as we hugged. A mother’s touch. Something I hadn’t felt in so long. I embraced it and welcomed it with open arms.

Leaving Reed Industries one afternoon, I frowned as the clouds opened up and the rain just came tumbling down. It was early in the day and yet it was almost as dark as night. The black sky held angry clouds, the wind whipping around me like shards of ice.

I shivered, making my way down the street to the coffee shop a block away.

The back of my neck tingled, my skin prickling with an unknown fear I hadn’t felt in a long time. The pit of my stomach felt empty, like the darkest recesses of the black hole. Pure nothingness. Glancing around me, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. People milled about, running to and from their cars, trying to escape the assault of the rain.

Once I reached an awning outside of a small flower shop by an alleyway, I waited a few minutes, hoping the rain would let up. When it didn’t, I pulled my coat closed and made a run for it.

The drops ran down my face, seeping into my eyes. My vision blurred and I went to take a step, when my foot hit a crack in the cement. I toppled forward, landing against something warm and hard.

I looked up and gasped.

Blue eyes danced with mischief as Devin’s fingers dug into my shoulders. “Hello princess.”

Struggling against him, I kicked and squirmed. My chest ached and my heart beat so hard, I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. “Please. Let me go.” My voice was small, the sound of the heavy patter of rain drowning out my plea for freedom.

“Now what would I want to do that for?” He grinned, a smile so evil, bile rose to my throat.

I swallowed several times, breathing through my nose and forced the impending puke that threatened to leave my body. “Please,” I begged. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want.” His grip on me tightened, a sharp pain shooting up my shoulders to the back of my neck. He nodded at someone behind me before a hand was placed over my mouth.

I screamed, fighting with all of my might. With everything in me, I tried to get away from him. The monster. The evil bastard who invaded my nightmares. Who forced his way into my life, my body, and my heart so many years before. My ex-husband. A sob escaped me but all I could do was breathe in the sweet sickly smell of a drug. I didn’t know what it was but it made my body weak.

My gaze locked with Devin’s cold one, a sneer on his face. I went limp, darkness finally taking over.

I woke to vibrations running through my body. A twinge of pain shot up my spine when I tried to move my arms and found that I couldn’t. I groaned. My tongue attempted to lick along my dry lips but instead hit a cloth. I was bound and gagged and only God knew where I was.

Blinking a couple of times, I turned my head, finding Devin sitting across from me.

He met my gaze, his lips moving; I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

My mind reeled, the drugs or whatever it was that had knocked me out still in my system. My body was heavy, weighted down by the aftermath of what I knew would probably be my final torture. If Devin didn’t scare me before, he sure as hell did now with the pure raw rage that was pouring off of him in waves.

My gaze locked with his, not moving from his dark, sadistic stare. He had me right where he wanted me. Bound and gagged. Drugged up like some cheap whore. He could do whatever he wanted and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. That thought alone made me gag. Acidic bile burned my throat and I shook my head, coughing against the cloth that was tied around my face.

Devin sneered, making his way towards me.

I watched him kneel, not taking my eyes off of him, trying to pull strength that I didn’t have from somewhere deep inside of myself. A part that belonged to Parker. A muffled sob escaped at the mere thought of him. He wouldn’t know that I had disappeared. Neither would Troy. I was fucked.

He chuckled, brushing my sweat and rain soaked hair off of my forehead. “I could have loved you,” he said finally. He pinched my chin, roughly tilting my head back. “But I wanted to own you more. Your mind. Your fighting spirit.” He leaned down to my ear. “Your body,” he purred.

I narrowed my eyes, glaring with as much malice as I could, given my current situation. Shoving my head out of his grip, I tried sitting up.

Suddenly, I was shoved face first into the bench of the seat, a hard swat landing on my rear. Tears welled in my eyes as burning pain shot up the length of my body. Another swat. This time, it landed on the back of my thighs. I cried out, muffled sobs wracking through my body.

“I heard you like it when Parker spanks you. You, masochistic little slut, like pain.” Devin leaned his elbow on the back of my head. My dress was hiked to my hips, cool air washing over my now-sensitive skin.

Thrashing my head back and forth, I kicked out, only to have another hard swat land on my ass. My vision blurred, my heart threatening to escape the confines of my body.

“You have no idea what you did to me, do you?” he growled in my ear. His rough, calloused hand spread over my ass before gripping my panties. With a sharp tug, he ripped them clean from my body. “Let’s see…”

I whimpered when his fingers dug into my hair, ripping free some of the strands.

“Why the fuck…”

I gasped when his knuckle brushed over my core. Remnants from Parker’s previous orgasm coated his finger.

“You’re wet. He fucking came inside of you. He didn’t use a condom?” Devin screamed, tugging my head back.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited. It was all I could do. I couldn’t fight him. I couldn’t do anything except lay there and take whatever wrath he was about to take out on me.

“Tell me. Did he use a fucking condom?” he asked slowly.

Maybe it was the drugs or the situation, I started laughing.

“
Fuck
!” Devin roared, shoving my head down onto the seat hard. He pressed my face against the bench, stopping the air from flowing into my lungs.

I gasped, my chest burning and tightening from the lack of oxygen as my face pushed against the cushion.

In a rough move, Devin forced his finger inside of me, thrusting hard and fast. “Think of him.”

I cried out, struggling under him, trying to get away from the invasion of his hand.

He tugged my head back, allowing me some air before shoving my face back against the bench. All the while keeping his finger inside of me. “You’re going to come against my hand, Keely. I want you to think of Parker. Think of him touching you. Tasting your skin. His cock hard and throbbing inside of your hot cunt.”

An unexpected tingle raced down my back, spreading into the core of my being. I tried to think of anything but the images that Devin was putting in my head but my body deceived me. It heated. Blooming. Swelling to the point of painful.

“Come like the whore that you are. Wait until I tell Parker that I made his girlfriend have an orgasm. That I fingered her hot pussy just like I used to. And you liked it.”

A release crashed into me, igniting a sob to leave my lips. Shame settled deep inside of me making me want to curl into myself. At that point, I felt sixteen years old again. My fault. All my fault. Those words that Devin told me so many years ago pushed their way to the forefront of my mind. He blamed me. For everything. It was my fault he raped me. It was my fault that he couldn’t control himself. And it was my fault that I was so fucking tempting he had to have me before anyone else did.

He was a viper. Beautiful. Strong. But lethal and deadly. Slithering his way into my life like that of a snake.

Devin chuckled with satisfaction and ripped off my gag, forcing his finger that was just inside of my body into my mouth. I gagged as it pressed down on my tongue to the point it brought tears to my eyes. The metallic taste of blood washed into my mouth.

He gripped my jaw, forcing my head back. “Taste the orgasm that I just gave you, princess. Does it fucking taste good? You like knowing that my fingers were just in your pussy?”

My eyes widened when he reached for his belt. Shaking, I bit down on his finger.

He yelled out, slamming his fist into the side of my jaw but I wouldn’t let go. “Let go of my fingers, you bitch!” he shouted, slapping me hard across the cheek.

My ears rang, my lip splitting from the force, and I finally released him. I coughed, wheezing past the onslaught of sharp pain that pounded behind my eyes.

“You think you’re so tough, don’t you?” He dug his fingers into my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him. “But I know you. It may have been four years but I fucking know you and I know what I did to you. I ruined you. I broke you.” An evil grin spread across his face. “I trained you into being what I want, how I want it, who I want. You’re nothing but an object. A whore. A hole to fuck until I get bored.”

“Or I get your ass thrown in jail,” I bit out through clenched teeth.

Devin crashed his lips to mind, roughly shoving his tongue between my lips. “Remember who had you first.” He bit my bottom lip where it had previously split.

I cried out, my eyes welling with tears.

“We may not be married anymore,” he laughed at that, probably remembering how he had me thinking that we were, “and Parker may be fucking you, but I know and
you
know, that you will always come back to me. No matter what.” His voice dripped with venom, an underlining threat coating his words.

“I don’t…” I wheezed. “I don’t fucking think so,” I said defiantly.

“No? I just made you come didn’t I? Your body sure as hell remembers me.” He reached a hand into my shirt and under my bra, squeezing my nipple between his fingers. He dug his nail into the hardened peak.

I winced but held back the need to buck and thrash against him. I kept my stare locked with his. I refused to give him the satisfaction of hurting me. It hurt. It hurt like fucking hell but I wouldn’t let him know that. Ever again.

“Playing hard to get, are we?” He pulled me up to an upright position, roughly spreading my knees open. His hands roamed up my inner thighs, pinching and bruising my skin.

“I’m done,” I whispered.

Devin’s evil smirk widened as he lowered to his knees. Pulling me to the edge of the bench, he licked his lips. “This will hurt.”

I took a couple deep breaths and stared at the ceiling of the limo.

The slick sounds of his mouth on me soon mixed with the screams of agony that left my lips. He laughed at my pain. Got off on it. It only made him torture me harder and take me further from the woman I had become. Another piece of me shattered and I fell deep within myself. My mouth snapped shut and I sat there, waiting out the waves of abuse that had been cascaded on my body for so many years.

Devin rose to his feet when he was done and crashed his mouth to mine. The strong metallic scent of blood invaded my nose. My vision blurred, spots dancing in front of my eyes. I finally allowed the darkness to completely take over as I fell into the fiery pits of Hell itself.