Page 55 of Reckoning

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He snarls.

I shouldn’t do it. It’s a stupid way to play this, a stupid thing to do. I should try to placate him, charm him, offer him something to keep him sweet.

Only I don’t.

I raise my hand and I slap his face hard. His eyes seem to roll back. It feels like the car goes completely silent.

“You want it rough?” He says barely loud enough for me to hear but he’s moving, pinning me down, shoving his knees between my thighs so I can’t close them.

I cry out. My eyes dart to the front, to the driver, to the other person sitting metres from us. Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror. He can see exactly what is going on, he’s more than aware, but he does nothing. Says nothing. He just keeps driving.

Otto’s mouth is on me, on my neck, planting kisses that feel more like bites, and his hand is right at my core, he’s ripped my dress, yanked my underwear aside and he’s probing me, jabbing me. I shut my eyes, I whimper, while my arms try to push him away but there’s no escaping this.

“Fuck, you feel so tight.” He murmurs.

I don’t reply. I swallow the bile that’s rapidly rising and I pray this will be over, that any minute now he’s going to be satisfied and then he’ll stop this. He’ll relent.

Only he doesn’t, he keeps thrusting, stretching me like he’s planning on actually taking this even further. I can’t scream, I can’t seem to make any noise. It’s like my brain goes into paralysis, like I shut down.

When we pull up outside the house, I practically fall backwards out of the car. I don’t remember grabbing my bag but it’s in my hand when I slam the door shut behind me.

My heart is racing. Adrenaline is pumping so fast around my body. If this was a normal situation I know what I’d do, I’d go to the police, hell, I’d go to Roman and he’d make sure Otto paid.

But this isn’t normal.

None of this is.

We need Otto. Roman needs him. He needs every bit of information I’ve passed on so far and every bit I will learn moving forward if we’re going to get our revenge.

“Sofia?”

I gasp, jolting as Ben crosses the foyer.

“Why are you stood there all…?” He falls silent when he sees my face.

“It’s just been a long night.” I say, forcing a smile despite the fact that I’m now trembling uncontrollably.

He must know I’m lying, he must see what I’m trying to hide because he reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me.

“Don’t touch me.” I cry, pulling free, all but crashing into a priceless Ming vase that thankfully doesn’t go flying.

“What’s he done?” He asks.

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s nothing.” I repeat.

“Sofia,” He sounds so caring, so concerned, the complete opposite of the bastard I’ve just spent the evening with.

“I can handle him.” I state.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do.” I cry back. I do have to. If Roman is going to win, if we are actually going to get the revenge we said we would, then this is just part of the plan.

Another thing I’ll have to suck up for the good of my family.