Shattered Legacy : A Dark Bully Romance (Gravestone Elite Book 1) by Caitlyn Dare (great novels of all time .txt) 📗

Bexley scoffs. “Now can I get the fuck out of here?”

“So soon? But the party is just getting started.” Cade runs his hands up my leg once more. “Besides, you need to receive your prize first.” His eyes flash to mine, and my heart drops.

“After all,” he smirked, “you do want your reward, don’t you?”

19

Bexley

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I pull at the ties around my wrists holding me in place. It's not from what the girl was doing, the way she was rubbing and grinding herself against me, but from knowing Mia watched the whole thing.

There's no way I'd have given in to her with or without having Mia here, but knowing she was watching my little test made it so much worse.

Cries of pleasure and moans for more fill the room as the scent of sex mixes with whatever that motherfucker has permeated the air with. I knew the second that woman thrust drinks into our hands when we walked in that we were in for a night of it.

There's a reason I didn't eat that dinner, and it's not just because it looked like dog food. There was no way that Cade wouldn't make use of an opportunity like that and not lace it with something.

Alex clearly didn't have the same concerns—or if he did, then his fear of not eating and disobeying this cunt was stronger. Based on the fact that he's fucking that whore only a few meters away indicates that he's had a little too much of whatever, because it's not like him to be quite so open to this shit.

He might be happy to talk about his lack of action and desperation, but this isn't his MO.

Fucker is strung out on something, I'd put money on it.

Ignoring whatever the fuck he's doing behind me, I keep my eyes trained on Cade and fight not to look at where his hand has disappeared up my girl's dress.

His smirk continues to play on his lips as his previous words repeat over and over in my head. "You do want your prize, don’t you?”

No, I really fucking don't, but I have little choice while I'm tied up here like a fucking animal and at their mercy.

My breath catches when he lifts Mia and places her on his lap, her back to his front.

She gasps. "What are you doing?"

"Giving Easton his reward and reminding him of who’s in charge here."

She fights him, trying to get away, but his hold on her is too strong, and after a few moments she has no choice but to give in.

With his arm clamped around her waist, pinning one of her arms down in the process, he hooks his feet around the insides of her legs and spreads them wide.

I don't look down, refusing to play his game.

My pulse picks up and my body temperature soars as anger like I've never felt before surges through me.

I thrash against my bindings, the chair rattling beneath me, but it's no use. All I achieve is for the ties to cut deeper into my skin.

My eyes narrow on his as delight covers his face.

He's a sick motherfucker.

Marcus is right. He needs taking down.

I just fucking wish I wasn't the one who had to do it, and that Mia wasn't part of this twisted game.

She's too pure, too innocent.

"No," she cries when his fingers start trailing up the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh, over my brands. "No, Cade. Please. Don't do this."

He growls something in her ear that's too low for me to make out, but his movements don't even falter.

I'm pretty sure nothing could stop him right now.

"No, please," she whimpers again, thrashing her body about as much as she can, but it's futile. All he's doing is holding her tighter and probably hurting her in the process.

The second he cups her pussy over the fabric of her panties, I pull at my restraints so hard I feel the thin plastic slice my skin, and a few moments later, the wetness of my blood drips from my fingertips.

"Leave her out of this," I bark, kicking myself that I'm reacting.

Maybe I should have just accepted my fate with the girl.

Anything would have been less painful than this.

But then I think about him forcing her to watch as I fucked someone else and bile burns up my throat.

No, I can't do that to her.

"She's mine to do with as I wish." His voice is low and menacing as he pushes the lace aside, giving me a prime view of what I know is hiding beneath.

My cock hardens at the thought of her pussy, of how sweet she tasted. I want to smile, I want to tell him that he's too damn late and that I got her first, but I can't. I have no idea how that would end for her.

"Cade, no," she begs, her eyes drilling holes into my face, begging me to look at her, but still I refrain.

"Look at her. Tell me how pretty her cunt is."

"You're fucking sick," I spit.

"Now, now. I don't think you're in any position to start throwing around insults like that."

"I don't give a fuck, Kingsley. Let her go. Do whatever you want to me, but leave Mia out of this."

A wicked smile curls at his lips as his hand moves and Mia stiffens in his hold.

"Oh, don't worry, I will do whatever I like to you. But your reward comes first. Now. Look. At. Her."

Footsteps come closer until a shadow falls over me.

Cade nods at Channing, and I glance over briefly to see he's got his back to Kingsley and Mia, thankfully not watching the show, but the glint of his switchblade catches my eye.

"Do what the fuck he says," he barks, pressing the tip of the knife carefully against the side of my throat. "Everyone will get out of this sooner if you follow orders."

I swallow harshly, accepting my fate. Although right now, I'd seriously consider death