Page 10 of Colton

“She wasn’t a good girl. Will you be a good girl for me?”

Oh my God. Oh my God.

My sister’s face flashes before my eyes, her innocence stolen by this very monster. Rage simmers beneath my skin, a fire that threatens to consume me if I don’t keep it in check.

What does this make me? I’m here, able to do something, yet I’m not moving. What if this was my sister? I’m as complicit in this as he is.

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter as if doing so can block out the reality of what’s happening above me. The girl’s pleas grow more desperate, her voice breaking with every word. My hands clench into fists, and the urge to lunge at Xavier and claw his eyes out is almost overpowering. But I can’t. Not yet. My plan—my sweet, calculated revenge—hinges on patience and precision, not impulsive acts of fury.

“Please,” the girl begs, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t.”

Xavier chuckles, the sound dripping with malice. “Don’t what, darling? This is your role, just as it was your sister’s. You should be honored.”

Bile rises in my throat, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from gagging. The metallic taste of blood grounds me and reminds me of what is at risk. I can’t afford to be discovered, not when I’m this close to dismantling Xavier’s empire brick by twisted brick.

I focus on my breathing, on the steady rhythm of inhales and exhales. I imagine each breath fueling the flames of my vengeance and strengthening my resolve. I am here for a reason. I am here to end this. The girl above me, the countless others—they are why I must succeed.

“You can take it. All of it.” There’s a sickening squelching noise, and I know all too well that he’s forcing his dick down her throat. I can hear her ragged, panicked breaths as he rams himself into her. “Swallow!”

I want to remove myself from what’s happening, but I make myself live through it with the girl above me. She’s not alone, even though she doesn’t know it. I’m here, and I’ll get retribution for her, for every victim he’s ever touched.

His grunts make me clamp my hands over my ears, wishing I could slide out from under the bed and slice his stomach open, watch him bleed out like the disgusting vermin that he is.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he pants, cackling in between breaths. “All day, teasing me, begging me to let you suck my dick. You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

He stifles the girl’s sobs. She can’t even defend herself.

“Is this what Daddy thought you’d end up doing, hmm? Sucking my dick? All that expensive education for what? You can’t waste his money, darling. Don’t disappoint him, suck me good.”

Slap.

“Better than that.”

More whimpering.

“That’s it, don’t stop now,” he hisses, thrusts rocking the bed above me in line with my churning stomach. “And after this, you’re going to make my son come in your mouth and swallow every drop.”

Oh no.

The girl must panic because she stops, earning her another slap, and this time he isn’t fucking with her head anymore; he’s the real deal. Her scream tears through the room as he stands on the floor beside me, dragging her to the side of the bed as he forces himself into her.

“Colton!” he roars, the sound of his skin slapping against the poor girl’s on the bed. “Get in here!”

He’ll see me; He can’t see me.

But I can’t move, so I have no choice but to pray that he won’t see me. The door slams open, and my blood freezes in my veins.

Is Colton going to assault her, too? How long will the girl be used against her will?

Fuck!

My hands tremble. I should slice them both up right now, fuck my plan, but I know I can’t take on both of them. It’s impossible. My heart hammers against the floor. Hard.

Please give me the strength to endure this hell.

Xavier’s cologne and sweat fill the air.

Suffocating.