Page 21 of The Forgotten

“Fuck!” he yells, sitting on my chest as he finishes tying my wrists. I’m pinned to the tile since his full weight is on me, yet I still attempt to get him off me. “You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Then maybe you should just let me go,” I wheeze as he bounces his ass on my chest, pushing the breath out of me. God, he’s a twat.

“No,” Gareth replies. “I want to keep you.”

“I’m not a dog,” I groan, freezing as I hear barking.

“I have one of those, and I know you’re not a pet,” he adds. “I have a question for you. Don’t lie to me.”

“Get fucked,” I say, channeling my daughter. I always think about how strong she is, and right now, I need some of that.

“Well, Aled will definitely be fucking me later. I kind of left him hanging earlier, and I’m sure they’re looking for me now,” he chuckles. My jaw drops and Gareth just grins wider.

I’m definitely not the one who is unhinged in this equation.

“Who is Mallan and is he dead?” Gareth asks.

My lips close because I hate to speak about any of my abusers, which is a mistake. Yanking my sweatsuit up, hepinches my nipple through my tank top. Squealing, I gasp as I writhe, surprised by how good it feels even though it hurts.

“Interesting,” he murmurs. When I got undressed earlier, my panties also were tossed, so the scent blockers are no longer on my side. My body is perfuming wildly as my chest heaves. “You have a pain kink.”

“If I did, then I would have enjoyed it while Mallan raped me,” I spit out.

“That’s not how that works,” Gareth grunts. “Is…he…dead, Olivia?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “The three of them are dead.”

“Good,” he says, lifting me as he stands. “Don’t puke on me.”

Gareth continues to lift me until I’m upside down over his shoulder, and the world tilts along with it, making me gag.

“You need food,” he grumbles, beginning to walk.

Barking greets him as nails skitter and skate over the tile.

“Balthazar, who's a good boy?” Gareth croons, bending down to scratch behind his ears.

“I’m going to puke all over you,” I groan. “I’ll make sure to get it all in the ass crack that’s currently winking at me.”

“So you’re saying that you’re looking at my ass crack?” he asks, straightening as he spanks my left ass cheek hard enough to make me gasp. “That’s a kink I may be into.”

“What? Ah!”

A giant Saint Bernard licks my chin and face, its rough tongue going to town as I close my eyes. There’s no way to get away from him, not until Gareth finally begins to walk.

“He’s like a giant puppy,” is all the asshole has to say for his dog as I’m forced to endure him slobbering all over my face.

I’m going to stab him as soon as I’m free. I don’t care that I’ve never held a knife for anything other than chopping up vegetables or carving meat, but it can’t be that difficult, right?

“You’re not well,” I growl, wiggling my body like a fish on a hook to get free from him.

“I’m going to drop you on your pretty little head if you don’t stop moving,” he growls back, walking through the house.

My hair is sticking to my face due to dog drool, making it difficult to see where we’re going.

“Stay still.” Gareth’s hand claps against my ass, and this time my pussy clenches on absolutely nothing. My control is definitely failing me here as I whimper with desire. “I’m going to catalog all of those pretty little moans.”

“Biology doesn’t mean shit,” I say. “I’m always going to fight you.”