Page 1 of Grave Sins (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #2)

Maisy

Another dinner. Another lie. I plaster a fake smile on my face and sit properly, just like I was trained.

“Don’t speak too loudly, Maisy. A woman should speak softly.”

“Head up, Maisy. Men don’t want your emotions.”

“Lie, Maisy. No one can know.”

I swear to God, I am one bad day away from killing myself. It’s exhausting to pretend to be something I’m not. I don’t know what would happen if I went against my family, but I don’t want to find out.

I’ve spent most of my life in boarding schools, but now that I’m twenty-five and done with college, they say it’s time for me to join the family company. They own a chain of hotels and resorts, so I assume that means he is going to marry me off now.

I am sitting at the table with my ankles crossed, my hands in my lap, and my mouth shut. Mom is seated similarly, while Dad is talking to Harrison DeMarco. Harrison is a forty-five-year-old man who is unfortunately handsome. His smile is radiant, but it’s a lie. He is a monster in a skin suit.

“I am not giving you my daughter’s hand in marriage for you to kill her like you did your past wives,” Dad states.

“Well, if she is a good wife, that won’t happen,” Harrison chuckles. “I’ll tell you what, Waylon. Take ten percent off, and I won’t kill her, even if she deserves it.”

“Deal,” Dad says with a smirk.

“I will be leaving the country tomorrow, so I will get the money sent in the morning and have her collected shortly before my return,” Harrison says. “And Waylon?”

“Yes,” Dad asks, raising an eyebrow.

“If she is not a virgin, I get to keep her and my money.”

“She is a virgin,” Dad lies. He knows damn well I’m not. He caught me with my boyfriend as a teen on three separate occasions. The last time, I was locked in my room for two weeks. There is nothing worse than isolation.

“You’ll be wonderful for business,” Harrison says with a sickly-sweet smile on his face.

“May I be excused?” I ask Dad. When I get anxious, I have to move. We are in public, and he knows I will cause a scene just for fun—consequences be damned—so I know he won’t fight me.

“Go ahead. Don’t go far,” Dad says, knowing I am going to go outside and walk.

I stand up from the table and carefully push my chair in before walking away. My steps falter when I hear Harrison say, “Her virginity will go for at least ten million.”

If Harrison is selling my supposed virginity, then that means he isn’t just going to marry me; he is going to earn a profit off me. If he is making money off men fucking me, that means… Dad just sold me to a human trafficker.

Once I get out of the restaurant, I glance back, and Harrison leans into one of his guards, talking to him while looking at me. I turn and walk away. I glance behind me a block later, and panic bubbles up when I see those same guards on the sidewalk hurriedly walking toward me.

“Shit,” I mutter as I turn and start running—trying not to trip in these ugly-ass heels Mom made me wear.

I go down another block before cutting through the alleyway.

I can hear them behind me when I get to the end and have a choice to go left or right to go around the massive building in front of me.

I turn right and continue running, but then stop when I see one of them at the end of the alley.

I turn to try to go back in the direction I came from, but run into the second guard.

I let out a blood-curdling scream when he shoves me to the pavement.

“Stop!” I scream again as I try to crawl away. The first man—the man at the end of the alley—kicks me in the side so hard that I fall flat, so he can put his boot on the side of my face as the other man pulls my dress up.

“Someone help me! Please!” I scream as loudly as I can as I kick at the man and try to push myself up from the ground.

“Help me!” the man with his foot on my face mocks.

“Please!” the other man mocks as he spreads my ass cheeks apart and spits on me.

“Stop! Please!” I beg. “Please don’t do this. Please. Someone help me!”

I whimper and stop fighting when I hear the slide of a pistol being pulled back.

“Don’t forget to get a picture for the boss,” the man holding my hips says.

He has my knees under me now so that my ass is up in the air.

I swat back at him, but he simply grabs hold of my wrists to cross behind my back.

“Recording,” the man stepping on my face says as he steps back. The one behind me spits on me once more before forcing the head of his dick into my ass.

“Stop!” I scream until my voice breaks. He grunts as he pushes deeper and deeper. I am sobbing and trying to pull free, but he is still holding my wrists. “Stop! It hurts. Please. Please. Stop!”

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” he groans as he rapes me.

He is going so hard that my belly is on fire.

At some point, he releases my wrists, and I claw at the pavement to crawl out from under him, but he just keeps a tight hold and rams into me over and over again.

He eventually gets sick of me fighting and pushes me flat so he can lay his weight on my back as he continues forcing himself into me.

His hot breath on the side of my face is nauseating as he smells like cigarettes and stale beer.

I am reduced to whimpers and quiet tears as the attack drones on.

Eventually, he groans, and his body shudders over top of mine.

He pulls out just in time to come all over my ass.

He then uses his hand to wipe his come off my body.

It’s confusing, but only for a moment—he wipes his come on the outside of my vagina before using his fingers to push it inside of me.

I hope that is all he does, but then he starts sliding his fingers in and out of me.

With his other hand, he begins rubbing my clit.

“Stop!” I cry. “Stop it. Please stop.”

“Sorry, babe. Nothing personal, the boss just wants you to come,” he chuckles as he continues to assault me with his hands. When I unwillingly moan and my body starts reacting to his force, they both laugh, and he pulls away.

The other man is right there waiting and wastes no time dropping down. He rolls me to my back, and I am completely checked out now. He spits into his palm a few times to use as lubricant before pushing my thighs far apart and leaning down to hover over me.

I am staring up at the sky, waiting for this to be over. He pulls my arms above my head to hold with one hand as he hooks my leg with the other. “Time to come, pretty bitch,” the man grunts as he shoves into my vagina.

It’s right now that I am learning that the body has a job to do. Stimulation leads to the vagina preparing for sex. It doesn’t matter that tears are flooding my face. It doesn’t matter that I am sobbing as he starts railing into me. When it is stimulated, it reacts—it betrays.

The forced arousal hits me so hard and so suddenly that I can’t even begin to muffle it.

I let out a loud, sob-filled moan when he hits something inside of me.

Keeping that position, he starts hammering into me, overwhelming my body with a mix of feelings.

He releases my arms but grabs me by the throat and squeezes until I can’t breathe.

Even with me trying to pull his hand off my neck, he continues to slam into me harder and harder.

I can’t breathe to scream.

I can’t beg him to stop.

I can’t get away.

I can’t stop my body from betraying me.

My thighs start to shake, and he still won’t stop. I don’t understand why he is doing this. Why force me to orgasm on a recording? What do they gain?

My body involuntarily tightens, and he immediately releases my throat.

I suck in a breath of oxygen, and a feeling rushes through me that I am not expecting.

I nearly scream through a sudden orgasm as warmth floods out of my body.

He continues to slam into me again and again until he finally pulls out and strokes himself as he comes all over my belly and thighs.

I am in shock when he stands up, but it’s the deep, booming voice echoing down the alley that brings me back to the surface of reality.