Page 71 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

His gaze flickers up to mine, and his hand moves away from my lower stomach. He slides it up my torso. When he reaches between my breasts, he veers to the right, cupping one of them.

“Not Antonio. The man who took me. He’s my dad.”

My voice shakes when I ask, “Why would you promise him anything if he’s the one who stole you from your family?”

“Because if I don’t, he’ll punish me by taking you away.

I let Lili and Harper go only because he promised me you.

” Aiden tweaks my nipple between his fingers, twisting it roughly.

“I waited too fucking long for Ryker to finally take a wife. For him to care about something enough to suffer once he loses it.”

He removes his hand and gets up. I watch with trepidation as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a muscular chest only slightly smaller than Ryker’s, but lacking the beautiful tattoos my husband has.

That fear builds when his hands go to his pants and triples when they fall to the floor.

His hard dick bounces when he gets on the bed and straddles my waist.

“What are you doing?” I ask, that panic I managed to push aside, coming back tenfold. I buck beneath him, trying to shove him off, but he goes nowhere. “Get off!”

“I can’t fuck your pussy yet. Or rather, I can , but I won’t until Ryker gets here to see it.” He palms his length, sliding his hand up and down. “But I’m going to fuck something and that mouth of yours looks really fucking tempting.”

He knees his way up my torso until his ass rests on my chest. I turn my face away when his dick gets too close. I don’t want that thing anywhere near me.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?”

We both jerk our heads toward the door at the new voice.

A man, probably in his mid-fifties, comes strolling in.

He’s immaculately dressed in a black suit and tie, and you can tell just from a simple glance that it’s expensive.

Dark-brown hair, with sprinkles of silver along the sides, is slicked back, and his face is cleanly shaved. He’s tall and his body is lean.

This must be the ‘father’ Aiden spoke of.

His body goes rigid above mine. That both scares me and sends a sliver of satisfaction through me.

This new man obviously makes Aiden uneasy, and I’m all for the man sitting on my chest feeling anxious.

But then again, if his father makes him feel that way, that means he’s probably worse than his son, right?

“Get out,” Aiden barks.

The man laughs. “You know that won’t be happening. But don’t let my arrival stop you.” He flicks his hand in our direction. “Proceed.”

He walks to the chair Aiden was sitting in and brings it closer to the bed. When he sits, he’s so close that his knees nearly touch the mattress. His gaze is rapt as he takes in my bound form with Aiden on top of me. The lecherous look has my stomach churning.

I look up at Aiden. His jaw twitches, and he clearly doesn’t like his father in the room.

“Go ahead. Fuck her mouth, son,” his father demands. “I want to watch as you stretch it wide open.”

The small hope I had that he wouldn’t continue is dashed away when Aiden looks down at me. His eyes are on fire with pure, unadulterated lust. He licks his lips, like a dog presented with a juicy steak.

“Please,” I beg, hoping to cater to some part of him that still has to be good. People aren’t inherently bad. They develop that trait over time by action and life circumstances. Even if it’s minuscule, there still has to be a small part of him that knows this is wrong and sick. “Don’t do this.”

He pinches my jaw with unforgiving fingers and leers down at me.

“I like you begging,” he taunts. “And it makes my dick harder knowing those pleas aren’t because you want it.

I’m going to fuck your mouth and make you choke on my cock until you have tears flooding down your cheeks.

” His fingers tighten so much I’m forced to open my mouth or have the inside of my cheek split open.

“And the best part is the disgust you’ll feel knowing it’s not his dick taking that throat. ”

He lets my jaw go and grabs the root of his dick. I clamp my lips shut and glare at him defiantly. I kill him ten different ways with my eyes, and I hope he feels every single one.

“Just so you know, I like it more when they resist, and I have to use force,” he says like it makes a fucking difference.

If he wants my mouth, he’ll damn sure have to force me, and I have no doubt he will.

I’m trapped, literally chained to the bed.

It won’t take much for him to get what he wants.

And as soon as that disgusting thing enters my mouth, I’ll bite the fucker off and add it to my collection.

As if reading my thoughts, he scowls. “And if I feel so much as a scrape of your teeth, I’ll yank every single one out of your mouth and still fuck it afterward. My dear brother and I have something in common.” He bends closer. “I fucking like blood.”

He angles the head of his dick at my mouth. “Open,” he orders.

I don’t at first, and he presses the tip to my lips, smashes it so hard against them I worry my teeth will bite into my flesh. Unable to look at him, I close my eyes and part my lips. A fresh wave of tears gathers behind my closed lids, but I force them away. I won’t cry.

Aiden doesn’t waste any time. He goes all the way to the back of my mouth in the first thrust. My throat muscles tighten around him when my gag reflex activates.

“Ahh… fuck!” I barely hear his shout. “That’s it. Fucking take that dick. Choke on it, bitch.”

He pulls himself out, and grabbing a chunk of hair on top of my head, he uses it to pull my head forward as he thrusts back inside.

Saliva pools between my lips, sliding out the corners and down my cheeks.

Snot flies from my nose when I try to cough and can’t get any air in, and tears slip from my eyes.

“Fucking shit,” he growls. His grip tightens in my hair, and he slams his hips forward. Instead of pulling out, he holds himself still with his dick wedged halfway down my throat.

I strain against the chains, not because I think I can get free, but because it’s my body’s natural reaction. I can’t breathe, and panic slams inside me.

My eyes snap open, and for a split second, I’m distracted from my airflow being cut off by what I see.

Aiden’s father is standing beside the bed with his pants open and sagging around his lean hips.

He has his hard dick in one hand and the other disappears behind Aiden.

I can’t actually see what he’s doing, but I can guess.

Aiden glares at his father. “Fucking warn me next time,” he grates out.

“Shut the fuck up, boy,” his father growls in return. The hand that’s behind Aiden jerks, and his hips twitch. I feel his dick spasm in my throat.

I’m brought back to my dire situation when black spots form in my vision. Maybe it would be better if I pass out. At least then, I won’t be conscious for whatever sick game they’re playing.

Just as my vision dims, Aiden pulls his dick from my mouth. I cough and sputter in great gulps of air. My throat feels raw, and bruised, and swollen. I blink and blink some more, trying to clear the wetness from my eyes.

My gaze flies to Aiden’s father. He’s completely naked now, his body slender, but more muscular than I’d expect for a man his age. His hard cock juts out from his hips and it sways as he puts a knee on the mattress. I’m not sure how I manage not to vomit as he climbs onto the bed behind Aiden.

This is the reason why Aiden is the way he is.

Why he hurt Lili. Or at least, it’s part of it.

There’s no telling what else this bastard has done to the man he claims as his son.

I feel sorrow for the boy Aiden used to be, but I hate the sick and twisted man he’s become.

He’s no longer an innocent child being forced to endure horrors.

He’s a grown man, and he’s made the conscious choice to hurt others.

Hell, he was still a child when he started his abuse toward Lili.

I hear a click, like the sound of a bottle snapping shut, and a moment later, Aiden grunts, his hips jerking forward. His jaw goes hard, and a look of pain twists his features. The look only lasts for a moment before his eyes glaze over, and pure ecstasy relaxes his face.

He’s enjoying what his father is doing. The initial intrusion may have been painful, but he likes it now. The lunch I had earlier threatens to come up, and it takes a lot of effort to force it back down.

Aiden’s head is yanked back, and I hear his father’s low growl, “Fuck the cunt’s mouth while I take your ass, son.”

When his father lets his hair go, Aiden’s head drops down, and his eyes meet mine. A lecherous smile curves his lips.

“With fucking pleasure.”