Jake’s Angel (King’s Of Fury MC #2)

Chapter 39

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

AVERY

“Don’t worry, Princess, this will be fast. It’s not the way I wanted our first time to be, but beggars can’t be choosers. Especially if I’m going to get this sweet virgin pussy before my father does.” He growls his appreciation as his hands roam slowly over my body.

The man above me has both my wrists pinned above my head with one hand tying them together using a zip tie with the other. The other man holds my ankles down, spreading my legs wide open. He—Kyle Whittmore—the one intent on harming me, on raping me, is straddling me, making sure to keep me where he wants me; thrashing beneath him.

He leans down close, sniffing my hair and licking my cheek with his tongue, following its wet trail with his finger. I can feel his erection digging into my stomach as he thrusts himself against me, mimicking what’s coming. He kisses my mouth, but I clamp my lips closed tight, not wanting to give him even the slightest piece of myself. I knew he would try something eventually when he admitted he thought my constant rejections were my own twisted version of foreplay. Kyle promised he would show me what real foreplay was once our relationship was finalized.

A relationship I have never consented to.

Kyle continues to kiss down my jaw to my neck as he drags something from his back pocket. He sits up, giving me a small reprieve from his mouth. Looking down at me, he pulls out a knife, flicking it open and closed several times. I close my eyes, anticipating his next move, when he leans in, grabbing my jaw with so much intensity it forces my eyes to open in shock.

“That’s it, Princess. You’re going to watch my every move. I want you to see the pleasure on my face as I play with your body and make it mine.” Kyle sits up and before I can register what’s happening, he rips my T-shirt open with the knife. Tears are streaming relentlessly down my face. I try to scream, but nothing comes out.

“Look at you. So pretty. Untouched.” He laughs maniacally, as if remembering something funny. “Well, you were until now. But it’s ok, because when I’m done here, and we finally get your grandfather to see the inevitability of this deal, we’ll get to play any time I want.” I try to kick my feet and finally a scream starts to form, but it’s cut off by a rag being shoved in my mouth. “No, no, Princess.” He waves his finger in front of my face. “We can’t have you making any noises and ending our fun, now, can we?” Kyle leans down once again and licks my cheek while forcing the rag further into my mouth, causing me to gag. “Oh, the sounds you’ll make for me once I finally have you stripped naked and tied to my bed.” He sits up again, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face.

“Or maybe I’ll strip you down and put you in a cage like your grandmother did.” My breath hitches and my eyes go wide. “Oh, you didn’t know?” He laughs, pumping himself against me a few more times. My stomach turns in revulsion at the images he’s painting in my mind.

“She sent pictures.” His smile is sinister and his breath reeks. “The night dear old Chuck stripped you down to nothing but that light blue bra and panty set. I must say I was disappointed he left clothing on at all, but the collar and the handcuffs were beautiful accessories. I should commend him the next time I see him.”

“It’s what sold me on the deal, you know.” He runs the blade along my collarbone. “There were other bidders, but she owed me. Your grandmother.” He seems almost entranced in the knife's movement. He flicks the blade, nicking my skin. It stings and more tears fall, but I don’t make a sound. Fighting like hell to breathe. His weight and the realization of what’s about to happen to me and who is at fault for it, are stealing the very breath from my lungs.

I have to fight this!

“Most couldn’t tell you were drugged in the photos, but I knew. I gave them the exact amount to keep you awake, high, but not remember your actions. It’s the same shit we give the women on staff.” He laughs at his sick joke.

“I hated her for showing them to the others, but it was her way of gouging the price. If there was enough interest in the product, well, supply and demand. You know how it goes. But I was able to work out the perfect arrangement for both parties. You’re going to be my wife, Princess.”

I scream behind the gag, but the sound is too muffled. There’s no one around to hear my screams anyway. I’m alone and at Kyle’s mercy.

“I promise I’ll let you scream until your little heart’s content, but it will have to wait until another day, Princess.” Kyle says as he finally releases my face.

He takes the knife and cuts open my bra, causing my breasts to spill out. I shake my head, thrusting my hips, trying to get any leverage I can to make him stop. He only smiles bigger the more I thrash around beneath him. It’s turning him on even more to know I don’t want this and am powerless to get away from him.

He reaches down, squeezing my breasts so hard I know there will be bruises left behind from his hands. “God, you have amazing breasts, Princess. I’m so glad you didn’t get implants like those other girls. It will be nice to have something real in my bed for once.” He leans down and bites my nipple so hard, causing another muffled cry to leave my mouth. “Delicious.” He says as he wipes my blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

Standing a few feet away is the watcher. His phone rings loudly. I see him out of the corner of my eye, not wanting to take my attention off Kyle for too long.

He fumbles around and answers immediately. Kyle doesn’t like my attention has strayed to his friend and backhands my face. “Uh, uh, uh, sweetheart. You will keep your attention on me while we have our first play date together.” He growls in my face before squeezing my breasts again.

I keep my eyes on him, but strain to hear the conversation taking place next to me in hopes it will tell me who these other three men are. I can’t hear anything he’s saying. So, I focus all my attention on the man above me.

Kyle uses the knife to cut my yoga pants and again I begin to thrust my hips, causing the blade to slice my inner thigh as he tears the leg of my pants away. I feel the knife slice into my flesh and scream around the rag, but it’s no use.

“Now, look what you made me do, Princess.” He tsks at me as he swipes his finger against the blood trickling down my leg. He stares at it for a moment, then brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean. “You’ve made me mark your beautiful skin.” He says, grabbing my thigh, causing the blood to drip more. “I actually like the idea of leaving my mark on you. Maybe we should do a few more, so you remember who you belong to. What do you think?” I shake my head frantically. Tears keep coming. The fear in my eyes was nothing more than fuel for his sick pleasure.

He cuts through my panties, the knife slicing into the skin of my hip, leaving another mark I’m sure is deeper than the other. He licks the blood from my hip, moaning his pleasure. “Perhaps we will need to add knife play to the list of games to be played once you’re mine completely.” He grabs between my legs, squeezing my now bare pussy. I scream another muffled yell into the rag. Praying someone will hear me or I’ll annoy him enough, Kyle will take my life. Between him and Eleanor, it’s the only way I see of being free.

It’s useless to fight at this point. He’s going to take what he wants and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“Can we play with her after you’re done, man?” The man holding my arms chuckles above me.

“Turn your fucking head away now!” The man does as he’s told. “You will have your turn eventually, but not until I’ve broken every ounce of fight in her. Even then,” Kyle says, stroking his finger over my belly then up over each breast. “I may just keep her as a trophy to polish and show off whenever I see fit. My caged little pet.”

The watcher comes stomping over to where I’m lain out naked on the ground. The sight of me does nothing to him. It’s another day at work for them, it seems.

“We’ve got to go, man! Now! That was the boss on the phone. There’s a problem! He wants us back to the venue now! You need to cut the bitch loose!” The watcher shouts.

“Don’t tell me what I need to do!” Kyle spits, as he runs the knife blade against my flesh, not cutting into the skin, but enough to let me know he can with the slightest pressure applied to the blade. “I’ve waited a long time to get into this pussy and no one is going to keep me from what’s mine.” He growls again.

I close my eyes, trying to will myself to pass out. If I could just focus enough to put my mind somewhere else, maybe I could escape some of the pain and the fear surging through me. My breathing is picking up, my heart feels as though it could beat out of my chest at any moment. The pounding in my ears is becoming louder than their voices, when another slap to my face snaps me back to reality.

“Wake up, bitch! We’re just getting to the good part!” Kyle’s smiling down at me now. My cheek burns. My eye is swelling. The things I imagine being done to him when Mack and Gramps find out he’s done are the only thing keeping me from shattering completely. I’m in no position to fight him now, but something deep within me tells me this will not go unpunished.

“Ah, there it is. The anger and the rage you seem intent on giving me. It’s all right. I’ll break your spirit eventually, and in the meantime, I’ll enjoy torturing every defiant bone in your body. You’ll give into me, eventually. They all do.”

Another phone rings, and another. “Fuck!” Kyle yells. “Answer it. Tell him we will be there in ten minutes.” He looks over to the watcher who is lighting a cigarette. A sinister smile spreads his lips.

“Give me your lighter.” He demands. The watcher hands it to him without question, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

Kyle runs his fingers along the crease of my thighs, making sure to smear my blood as he moves his hands. “I’m sorry we won’t get to finish tonight, but I think I’ll leave you with a little something to remember our time by.” He digs his finger into the cut on my hip, forcing it open, sending a sharp tearing pain across my belly into my leg.

“Perhaps I should tell you how this chance meeting of ours came about tonight. Wouldn’t you like to know how I was able to get to you without your dear grandfather and his overprotective hound watching over you?” The sinister smile reappears on his face.

Kyle leans down and whispers into my ear, “Your grandmother told me where to find you and gave me permission to take you and make you the whore you were always meant to be. Just like your mother. She said I could do whatever deliciously evil things I wanted to do to you, as long as I kept you alive until the merger was complete. This little deal of ours is going to make us all very wealthy. I know I already am, but this deal will open doors for much bigger ones, granting me more influence and power than even old Russell West has. Once everything is complete and we’ve been made one, I’ll be free to do with you as I please. It’s a win-win really for everyone, that is, except you.” He takes off his pinky ring, the one with a script letter “W” engraved on it. He flicks the lighter and puts the ring to the flame. After several passes, with the flame heating the metal, he glares at me. His hollow gaze meeting my terrified one.

“Oh, and Princess, before you go thinking you’re going to tell anyone about any of this, you should know, if you do, I’ll ruin your grandfather’s business and his reputation.” Kyle places the ring against my thigh and the heat singes my skin, burning his insignia into my flesh. I scream, which is useless, but I can’t help it. The pain is too much, I nearly pass out. He slaps my face again, hard. Then begins reheating the metal.

“If you do decide to tell a soul about this, I will produce several eyewitnesses who will testify to your grandfather selling you to be auctioned off in a sex trade scandal as part of an elaborate deal with one of his clients. You know who I work for, right? Well, he holds these parties, if you will, where beautiful virgin girls such as yourself are sold to the highest bidder. These are men from all walks of life. Senators, businessmen, judges, you understand what I’m telling you, don’t you?” He pauses to glance at me, then focuses his attention back on the ring and his lighter.

“Of course, you do. You always were a bright girl. Think about it. Dear old Gramps will go to jail. You would be sent away to an institution seeking help for your emotional and physical trauma. A fate you will undoubtedly never recover from. Elanor will play the innocent victim. The scorned wife and distraught grandmother, having lost not only her husband but also losing her last living link to her dead daughter. She will spin the story in her favor with the town’s people granting her their undying loyalty. Russ’s fortune and power will become hers. Of course, the town will do whatever it takes to keep her happy and seated on her thrown. Russ, well, he will spend his last days of life in jail for something he didn’t do—all because you went running off at the mouth. Now, you wouldn’t want to be responsible for all those tragic events unfolding, would you, Princess?”

Tears are running down my face, soaking the ground beneath me. He’s right. If I tell Mack or Gramps, they’ll want to avenge me, but even I know there’s no match for my grandmother. If she told him to do this to me…if she is willing to destroy Gramps to hurt me, there’s nothing I can do to fight her. The only thing I could do is run.

If I run away, she won’t be able to use me to hurt Gramps. If I’m no longer here, there would be no proof of these alleged actions and no harm would come of him or his business. I’m lost in thought. Hanging everything on a small but powerful hope.

The burning sting of his ring on my skin rips me out of my thoughts. “I love seeing my marks on you. I think I’ll leave a few more. Are you ready, Princess? Are you ready to show off my mark so everyone knows you belong to me?” He laughs, taking out a phone from his back pocket. “Get this on film for me.” He tells the man holding my legs. He doesn’t wait for the video to start to burn his brand into the flesh above my pussy, then one more on the other hip. Another scream and more tears, but nothing matters anymore. I start to see spots and feel the darkness taking over.

A siren sounds in the distance and suddenly I’m left alone in the dark with nothing but my shredded clothes and the marks of a madman on my skin.

I’m being lifted from my spot on the ground. I’m fighting to open my eyes. Air leaves my lungs but quickly returns when I realize the familiar scent assaulting my nose.

Leather and sandalwood. My eyes slowly drift open to the soothing sound of Jake’s voice whispering in my ear as his arms tighten around my waist.

“Shh, Angel. You’re safe. I’m here.”

“Make love to me, Jake. Make me forget.”

He does exactly as I ask, making love to me two more times until all I can feel is Jake, touching me, filling me, worshipping me until we’re both exhausted and I finally fall into a dreamless sleep.