Page 67 of Villainous Kingpin

His hand wrapped around my throat from the back, his body pressed against my ass and with horror I realized the man was fucking hard. The bulge in his pants couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

The next second, I was flipped onto my back. My head hit the floor again. I jerked against him, fighting him off, but it didn’t seem to faze him at all. His fingers ripped the shirt straight down the middle.

My head snapped to the side. He backhanded me; my cheek burned, my vision blurred, and my ears buzzed from the force of it. My mouth filled with blood, the metallic taste overwhelming. It was on my tongue, in my throat. I could smell it.

Tears blurred my eyes, whether from the pain of the slap or the icy terror, I didn’t know. I had never been hit in my entire life.

“Don’t worry,” he hissed against my ear, his other hand fisting my hair and yanking it backwards. “I’ll break you in. I knew your mother was alive. That lying, filthy Irish whore.”

I blinked, confused at his reference to my mother.

But I couldn’t ponder on it. His breathing was hard, his breath vile against my skin as he pried my thighs apart.Fight, my mind demanded.Fight.

The sound of the zipper was ominous. His penis flopped out and I jerked back, twisting around. Bile rose in my throat and threatened to empty my stomach.

I had to get away from him. I crawled on my hands and knees. “I can fuck your ass too. I’ll break you in, girl.”

I struggled against him. I elbowed him hard enough to hear his grunts and his disgusting breath on my neck. Glass shattered, a vase from the coffee table. His hands gripped my hair and yanked my head back so hard, sharp pain shot through my neck and down my back.

Nausea curled in my stomach. His laugh sounded in my ears. He reached for my panties, peeling them down my legs. His fingers were between my legs and I tasted vomit in my throat, the acid of it burning it raw.

I jerked my head back and headbutted him. I never saw his fist coming, nor his hand that choked the life out of me. Ignoring the pain on every inch of me, I headbutted him again. His grip loosened just enough for me to jab my elbow into his gut.

I took advantage of his recovery and started crawling, the glass cutting into my palms.

It only took a second for him to react and tighten his grip in my hair. A yelp escaped me and my scalp burned with pain.

His mouth latched onto the back of my neck and bit in hard. I screamed. I screamed so hard and long, my lungs burned. Tears pricked my eyes. This man would rape me. I had to think of a way to escape this monster.

I had to get my hands on that gun. Using all my muscles, I kicked him with the heel of my foot. His grip on me loosened just enough to allow me to move.

Ignoring pain in my palm and my shoulder, I grabbed the handle of the drawer. I pulled hard on it, the whole drawer came out of the sliders and went flying onto the floor.

“Firecracker, aren’t we?” he mocked. The next second I felt his hand slap me across my head so hard my ears buzzed.

I won’t die like this, I whispered in my mind.I can’t die like this.

He chuckled, almost as if he heard my thoughts. “Should have taken the offer,” he taunted. “I would have given you a few million and fucked you. Now, I’m going to fuck you and kill you.”

My face throbbed. My whole body pulsed. Blood stained my hands. My legs. I could see the gun from the corner of my eyes. I scrambled for it, but his hand yanked on my shirt and another sound of cotton ripping filled the air.

The gun was my end game. I needed that gun.

His hands came to my waist and flipped me over, my back hitting the floor. The ripped shirt couldn’t protect my bare back from the shreds of glass that was cutting into my skin. A scream tore from my throat. Tears started flowing. His fist hit my jaw and spots danced in front of my vision, shades of black and red. Maybe blue. I couldn’t tell.

“Your mother thought she was too good too,” he hissed, his breath hitting my nostrils. He smelled like whiskey and cigarettes.

His words made no sense. Maybe he was crazy.

His knee nudged my legs further apart and another scream tore through my lips. Full of anguish. Full of pain. Full of terror.

I kicked. I scratched and slashed his face. His palm connected with my cheek and instantly my cheek exploded in pain.

Think, my mind kept whispering.Think.

I relaxed my body and instantly I could see victory flash across his face. The evil in his eyes was black and tarnished.

“I knew you’d see it my way,” he hissed, his breathing hard.