Chapter 12

Chapter

Twelve

DAPHNE

I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t know if I should be afraid for my life, or livid toward my attacker. Fury sizzles through me, but so does terror as I’m held pinned down on my husband’s lap.

Should I demand my release?

Should I beg for mercy?

Should I just accept my fate and…

What is my fate?

Death?

Rape… Can you even be raped by a man you vowed to honor and obey?

Yes, no… The uncertainty of what’s coming nearly sends me into a full-blown panic attack.

What’s next?

Agonizing torture I have only seen pictures of or heard horror stories of?

And what about my sister? Is she in danger as well? I’ve learned you never underestimate a Godwin.

“The quicker you learn to obey me, the better, princess,” Apollo says as he applies pressure to my trapped hands at my lower back. He’s never called me princess before. There’s a sinister seduction to it.

One of his hands engulfs both of mine, and no matter how hard I try to free myself from his grip, I make zero progress. I know the man is strong. How can he not be, considering he’s a Godwin and part of one of the most feared families in not only Seattle, but possibly the world? But I never considered myself to be a weak woman either.

I try to kick my legs, but they are also restrained with the weight of his. There is absolutely nothing I can do. And that fact becomes even more clear when Apollo reaches for the waistband of my panties and yanks them down to my knees.

“Stop this!” I squeal, but already know my demands are being ignored. “Stop!”

Is he going to rape me? I wouldn’t have profiled my husband as a rapist, but I’m doubting every single thing that has led up to this moment. But I’ve never told Apollo no before. I’ve never had to. He was the one who created the distance. He was the one who put up the wall. Not me.

“You clearly don’t know who I am,” he says. “I take commands from no one. Especially you.”

My ass is completely bare. My pussy rubs up against the fabric of his pants with every move I make as I attempt to escape his hold. I have never been so vulnerable, nor humiliated, in my life. Or so I think…

Nothing could prepare me for what comes next.

I hear the sound before I register the pain. The palm of his large hand comes crashing down upon my ass—over and over again, in rapid fire. I remain completely inaudible as the man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with spanks me like an errant child in the back of a car while another man, I have yet to see through the tinted glass, drives on as if this is a common occurrence.

My silence is not because of submission, but out of utter shock.

Is this really happening?

Is my husband seriously spanking me over his knee instead of fucking me against my will as I had expected?

As each slap of his hand grows in intensity, so does the burn. A deep fire blazes not only on my ass but also throughout every inch of me. So much shame and embarrassment floods within me I can barely inhale. Blood rushes to my face, which adds to the lightheaded feeling caused by hanging over his lap.

“Stop,” I say again, though this time with much less conviction.

Apollo volleys several more spanks on my bare flesh with growing force. “Tell me to stop again,” he nearly growls. “Dare to tell me what to do.”

I should heed his taunt and say nothing more, but as I am finding out, I’m not exactly making the wisest decisions of late, or I wouldn’t be here in this car with Apollo at his complete mercy.

“You can’t do this to me.”

“I can.” He continues on with the spanking, one painful swat after another. “And I will. You think you know me because you and I are married?” The stinging blows never cease as he speaks. “But you have no idea. Not really. You’ll soon get a very intimate glimpse into the kind of man I truly am. And your first lesson’s right now. If you don’t follow my orders, there’ll be consequences.” He spanks even harder on the sensitive flesh where my ass meets my thighs. “This little spanking will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you. So, I advise you to tread lightly and do exactly as you’re told. This is a warning. A small and easy warning.”

This was far from easy , and I can’t imagine how much harder this could get.

I bite my tongue and don’t say another word, hoping the punishment will soon end. But I can’t hold back the gasps and whimpers that escape through my lips with every searing swat to my flesh. It hurts! It fucking hurts more than I thought a spanking could. Apollo’s hand feels as if it suddenly has morphed into a solid piece of wood.

Apollo positions my legs so they are spread as far apart as possible in the position I am in. He then spanks my inner thighs, dangerously close to my exposed pussy. I hold my breath each time his fingertips graze the delicate, intimate flesh. His slaps on my inner leg aren’t as hard as he has been spanking on my ass, but the sting is far worse.

The cool air on my moistened sex heats my face. I want to scream, cry, shout out in disgust, but the shame and humiliation is so much that all I can do is muffle every noise that wants to come from within.

Maybe if I lay perfectly still and remain completely quiet, Apollo will stop the assault.

But Apollo has other plans than a simple cease and desist.

I should have known he wouldn’t avoid my spread and susceptible pussy.

The slap to my silky folds forces a sound from my lips that resonates between a moan and a whimper—both erotic and painful.

You can hear the wetness of my flesh against the fingertips of his hand. The sound fills me with the ultimate mortification, and I know there is no way Apollo will miss my body’s reaction to his force .

He doesn’t say anything—which I didn’t expect—but instead spanks me a few more times on the lips of my pussy.

Jesus. Can the driver hear the sound of hand smacking wet skin?

If Apollo doesn’t kill me and put me out of my misery, the embarrassment surely will.

Finally, the pussy spanking stops, but it’s replaced with Apollo shoving a finger inside of me.

“Don’t,” I moan, though anyone listening wouldn’t believe I want it to stop.

“Have you not learned?” Apollo asks. “You don’t tell me what to do.”

I expect the punishment to continue because of my verbal outburst, but instead, he pumps his finger in and out of my pussy. I buck and writhe against his hand, unsure if I want his finger fucking to continue or for it to end.

Sadly, my body decides for me as intense arousal forms with every press of his finger deep inside of me.

No. No. No.

But my body won’t listen.

Yanking out his finger just as I drift away in euphoric bliss, Apollo brings his finger coated with my juices to my face. “Lick it off.”

I stare at his wet finger, musky with my scent, uncertain I heard him correctly.

He places his finger on my lips and presses past them. “Clean my finger.”

Not really having a choice, since his finger already rests on my tongue and I can taste the saltiness of my desire, I do as he commands. I suckle on his finger as my pussy throbs for more.

“That’s right. Swirl your tongue around,” he says. “Next time I’m forced to shove something inside your mouth—or your pussy—it won’t be my finger.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his threat, but I compliantly lick as I continue to suck, hoping to please him.

Clearly satisfied with the cleanliness, he pulls out his finger from my mouth. “Punch me again, or even strike out at me, and I’ll not use my hand. I’ll take my belt to this tight ass of yours.” He swats each cheek harder than he has done before, causing me to cry out with each one. “Are we clear?”

When I don’t respond right away, he swats me again even harder. “Are. We. Clear? ”

“Yes,” I answer. Who the fuck is this man? Apollo has never…never… “Yes.”

The spanking stops, and Apollo positions my body back to upright. The blood rushes back to my head, making me dizzier than I was before. He frees my hands, but after what he just did to me, he might as well have placed handcuffs on them. I wouldn’t dare try to hit the man again. He’s stronger than me obviously, but he also has no scruples. I know he will do exactly as he threatens and whip me with his belt if I do so.

Godwins don’t bluff. I know this.

I reach down to pull up my panties but freeze when Apollo grips my wrist firmly.

“No. Leave them exactly where they are.”

I almost tell him to go fuck himself and pull up my underwear regardless of what he says, but my throbbing ass—and pussy—keeps my mouth shut. I have no choice but to sit back and ignore the fact that my naked and heated flesh pulsates against the leather of the seat as my panties bunch up right above my bare feet. Chills run across every inch of my skin, contrasting with the beads of sweat that have formed on my upper lip. My heart beats so loudly I can hear it in my ears. I don’t know what is going to happen to me, but I can also see that demanding answers is not the way to go. I have to out think the man. I have to remind this man he married me. He chose to make me his wife. And there must be something in his heart holding him back from what his other family members would do.

Ares would have already killed me.

If Apollo wants me dead, he would have done that the minute he forced himself through my door. He clearly wants me alive for something.

Is it love? Doubtful. Not Apollo. I realized shortly after our vows the man was incapable of loving anyone.

I just have to figure out what it is and give it to him. I will not play hero or martyr. There is nothing I can say that justifies what I did. I can’t deny it, nor would I. But I will do whatever he wants to get out of this marriage alive and hopefully with some dignity intact.

I squirm in my seat, trying to ease the pressure. I wouldn’t dare look Apollo in the face right now, but I swear that in the corner of my eye, I see a smirk.

Bastard.

If I get out of this alive I’ll run as far away as I can from the name Godwin. Nothing is worth this, and living in poverty on the Eastside of Heathens Hollow sounds heavenly right about now.

I stare out the window to get my bearings. It makes sense that he’s taking me out of the city somewhere, but it appears we’re heading toward the helicopter.

A flash of panic hits me.

He’s taking me to Heathens Hollow.

Olympus Manor. Where we will be alone. Isolated. No one will hear my screams. The manor sits on a cliff overlooking the sea. It’s a perfect place to toss my body over the edge and no one will be the wiser. And even if they did, it could be considered an accident. A suicide. Hell… The Godwins can make it anything they want.

There were many rumors that surround the Godwin family manor. But even more rumors about the island of Heathens Hollow. The island is known for tales of Satanic rituals, sex parties that take kink to the next level, and even that it was the location for sex auctions. Torrid tales swirl around this place, even though very few people know for sure.

“Olympus is calling,” Apollo says as the car pulls up in front of the helicopter.

I don’t know what he means, but there is no way heading to Heathens Hollow is a good idea. He’s taking me there for something yet unknown, and then to get rid of my body with the rest of the Godwin’s victims.

Apollo gets out of the car and walks around to my side.

I can’t get out of the car. If I do, I have no chance at all. Once I leave Seattle, I know it’s the beginning of the end.