Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Tristan mounts me once again. “You’re going to give us your fucking name, even if we have to do this until you pass out.”
A scream rips from my throat when he pushes into my bruised cunt. This encounter is no longer sexy or exciting. It’s violent, painful, and angry. I can’t help but wonder if these two men are going to kill me, and suddenly the money no longer seems appealing. Not at the risk of my life.
“Rose!” I scream. “Rose! Stop!”
The smile that Tristan gives me chills me to my soul. “Oh no, Kitten,” he taunts. “There’s no safe word here. You’re in Hell; there are no roses for you.”
He continues his painful pounding, and I can’t do anything but scream.
TRISTAN
There are two things I hate most: losing control of a situation and a loose end, and Kitten is both. The longer this session goes on, the more frustrated I become. The room reeks of sex and fear, but she still refuses to give us her name. I know for sure the pain will eventually cause her to break, but it hasn’t done anything yet, except make her withdraw further into herself.
It’s starting to piss me off. Severely.
I don’t care if I have to keep her tied up for days, if that’s what it takes to get the information I need. I thought the answer to my question was sitting behind her mask, but I still didn’t recognize her when I took it off.
She doesn’t look like anyone that Talon and I know well enough for her to know Talon’s nickname, but it’s obvious she knows us somehow. And the fact that I can’t figure out who she is only furthers my rage. I’ll get her fucking name before she leaves here. I know that much.
I don’t like feeling helpless. My hands tighten into fists. I don’t know who she is; I don’t know what she’s capable of. I don’t want to resort to violence to pry the truth from her lips, but I’m willing to do whatever the fuck it takes to get me what I want.
Her damn name.
I notice how uneasy Talon is at my brutality, but I can’t focus on that. This fuck up is on me, so I have to fix it. My family’s reputation and livelihood are at risk due to my carelessness.
My father just retired; I don’t want to be the reason his empire crumbles. He’s already lost so much after the death of our mother. It would kill him to see his hard work go down the drain because his sons were perverted assholes with questionable interests.
“If you want the pain to end, you just have to give us your name,” I state as I grab a paddle from the hook on the wall. The girl trembles on the bed before me, her teeth digging into her bottom lip painfully. She refuses to speak. I shrug. “Fine. Pain it is.”
I flip her over, her arms twist with the restrains. She screams out in pain when I land the first blow against her ass. I cock my head to the side as I watch her lovely taut skin turn red from the impact.
Talon stands off to the side and watches me. He frowns at me, and I know that he probably thinks that I’m going too far. Regardless of what he thinks, I didn’t pay almost half a million dollars to take it easy on her. It’s not like she’s playing nice with us, either.
“Please! Just stop!” she sobs, but I ignore her, striking her another three times before I pause again.
“Your name,” I demand.
“My name is Kitten,” she says through gritted teeth. Her body immediately tenses, as if she’s bracing herself for the next strike.
“Your real name!” I snap and then strike her again. She only continues to scream, still refusing to give me the name that I’m looking for.
After a few more strikes, Talon grabs my arm to stop me. “What?”
“I’m sure you’re thirsty for blood and all that, but I’d also like to get a turn,” he says with a frown. “Last I checked, we’re both coughing up money to fuck her. So fucking step aside for a second, would you?”
I force myself to let some of my anger simmer down in order to step away. Even though I wanted to fight him, I know he’s right. It’s not fair that I spend all of our time trying to hurt her in as many ways as I can. We only have two hours.
While Talon has his turn, I try to get a grip on myself. I feel unhinged, which is a bit out of character for me. Usually, I keep my cool. Only my brother can stress me out this much.
I glance up at the clock, seeing that our time is winding down quicker than I wanted. I know we can’t keep her down here indefinitely, but we’re no closer to getting her name than we were when we first came.