Chapter 14

Lakeland

"She was my girlfriend and I need to know if she killed my sister."

I stare at him, praying that what he said is a lie but the look on his face gives away the fact he isn't talking out of his ass. I can see the familiarity in his eyes as he looks at me, I see it in his friend"s gazes as well. I'm so fucking confused. I thought my sister was lying to me but clearly she wasn't and everyone knows the truth except me.

"Were you all laughing at me?" Knox's face contorts in confusion. I look to the other two assholes who look just as perplexed. "I bet you were all having a great big fucking laugh at my expense!" I scream. I hear others enter the kitchen behind me but don't take my eyes off the three in front of me.

"Stand down, no one is to touch her," Knox growls as he stands to his full height eyeing whoever it is over my head before slowly bringing his gaze back to me. "You are going to put that fucking knife down right now or?—"

"Or fucking what?" I taunt, his eyes narrow.

"If I have to take it from you, I won't be gentle about it." The warning is clear but right now, I don't care. Everything is fucked up. My sister is gone, the past six years of my life are apparently a lie and the guy I have been dreaming about killing for the past couple of days is supposedly my ex-boyfriend.

"Nothing with you is gentle," I sound hysterical to my own ears and I give zero fucks as I wave the knife in Knox's direction forcing him to jump back a step.

"Final warning, Lake."

"Fuck you, Knox, you're a fucking liar and a bastard. Nothing more you do to me can hurt more than what you have already done." He tries to mask it but I see the flicker of regret in his eyes before he hardens his features again. "Kill me, beat me, do whatever the fuck you want because clearly no one seems to give a fuck about what I want or need." I toss the knife at him and stalk out of the room, brushing past the men that block the exit. They try to shift out of the way as fast as they can. With nowhere else to go, I head back to the bedroom I woke up in and slam the door closed angrily. I feel tears prick the backs of my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.

I focus on the anger I feel toward my father and for what happened to my sister. I"m angry at her for lying to me for years, when she could have come clean but she said Percy would have killed me if she told the truth. My mind is a clusterfuck and I can't seem to think straight right now. How the hell did my life get so fucked up? Sure, I was alone most of the time and confined to the house but I grew to find comfort in solitude. When River would visit it would brighten my whole day and put a real smile on my face. Thinking about her has my heart aching, she was my hero. I wrap my arms around myself and move to the window that overlooks the street. I see men walking up and down the footpath, trying to look natural but it's obvious to me they are Knox's soldiers.

"I need answers." I keep my back to him and ignore his presence. "I have to know the truth about that night."

Scoffing, I shake my head. "You're not asking my permission, you're telling me what you're doing so why bother coming in here?"

"I know you need to know the truth as well." He sounds closer but I still refuse to face him. He's nothing but a gangster and a liar, no better than my father. I refuse to be the victim. I won't allow either of these fucking men to control my life. I may need answers but I can find out the truth on my own, I can't trust either of them to be honest with me.

"Don't try to make what you did seem right by masking it like you are doing me a favor, from the moment you kidnapped me and shot my friend?—"

"Who is alive and fine by the way."

I ignore his interruption and carry on. "You could have come clean, you should have told me the truth."

"Fine." I feel his breath hit the back of my neck and I shiver, my body wanting to lean into him but I fight against the pull I feel toward him. "You want the truth, here it is. When I took you, I planned to break you mentally, emotionally and then physically. I wanted you to hate yourself so fucking much that you would take a blade to your own throat and save me the trouble." I won't lie, that thought has crossed my mind many times over the last couple of years as I sink deeper into the dark hole of depression.

"Do it then," I force out through clenched teeth.

Gripping my shoulders, he forces me to face him. I glare at the bastard. "Oh, I had fucking planned to and even began the process until your sister told us a story. I paid it no mind until I saw the look in your eyes as I was about to fuck you." Disgust rolls through me at the memory of his hands on me and the way he used my own body against me. His fingers trail down my arms slowly. "After that, I started to think maybe her story did hold some merit."

His hands find their way under my shirt and when he touches my bare skin, I suck in a sharp breath, then try to pull free of his hold but he doesn't allow it.

"Let me go."

"I did but your father broke the deal I made with your sister."

Ignoring how his hands trail up my body like he has the right to touch me, I ask, "What deal?"

The moment his hands skim the sides of my breasts I gulp and his eyes darken. "I would never seek vengeance against you so long as your father never steps out of line again and you remain out of my city for good. You were only granted that mercy because of who your sister was to us. Killing you meant going through her and I couldn't deal with losing another person I loved." His thumbs skim over my nipples. I shudder under his touch and try to remain focused and remember that I hate him but it's hard to do when he's teasing me like this.

"What did my father do to make you hate him so much?" His eyes darken further as he yanks me flush against him. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans pressed against my stomach.

"He tried to take you from me. You were supposed to tell me what he did that night but you never made it to my house." I feel the throbbing pain begin in the back of my skull and slam my eyes closed, willing the pain to stay away. He's right, I do need answers. I gasp when I feel his lips grazing the side of my neck and snap my eyes open.

"What are you doing?" I breathe out.

"Distracting you," he says, like it"s supposed to make sense to me.

"No, I don't want you," I growl. He kisses the side of my neck before drawing back and resting his forehead against mine.

"Your mind doesn't want you to want me but I guarantee you that your pussy wants to repeat my cock slamming inside it."

"Does not! You already stole my virginity?—"

"I didn't steal shit, Lakeland." The anger that laces his tone gives me pause, his gaze bores into mine. "You gave me that gift years ago, it was already mine and I cherished it because you gave it to me. What happened between us earlier was a reminder. You can call me a bastard and lie to yourself about hating me and you may just believe it, but your body doesn't because it knows it belongs to me."

"I don't belong to anyone."

"I'll let you believe that for now. When I get the copy of your medical records and they say what I think they might, all plans are out the fucking window and I'm taking down every motherfucker that tore you from me. I'm a cold heartless son of a bitch and you've seen firsthand the lengths I'm willing to go through to get what I want." I open my mouth to argue but he pushes on. "We're both covered in blood and need to shower, you try to fight me on this and I won't be gentle. Be a good girl and do as you're fucking told and I'll reward you." The ache in the base of my skull begins to beat again hearing him call me a good girl.

My nostrils flare, I'm ready to give him a piece of my mind until he pinches my nipples between his fingers, drawing a shocked gasp from me. He uses that to his advantage and slams his lips down on mine, his tongue slipping inside my mouth with ease. I plan to bite the fucking thing until the taste of him overrides my senses and I find myself kissing him back eagerly, only for the bastard to jerk back and smirk at me.

"Shower. Now."

"Argh, you're such a fucking ass," I snap as I stalk toward the closed door on the opposite side of the room.

"That's the closet." Humor is thick in his tone as I slam the fucking door closed and glare at his stupid smirking face. "Bathroom is across the hall, it's a shared one." If I had something to throw at his bipolar ass I would, his mood changes are giving me whiplash. I stalk across the hall to the bathroom and try to slam the door behind me. He catches it as he enters and closes it behind himself.

"Get out," I snarl. He ignores me as he flicks the lock, then yanks his shirt over his head. The sight of all his ink distracts me. I run my eyes over it greedily but that seems to annoy him.

"Clothes off now." I stomp my foot and turn. Giving him my back, I yank my hoodie and shirt over my head. I feel his gaze rake over my exposed skin and fight the shiver from breaking free as I begin to undo my jeans. It"s stupid because he's already seen me naked and yet I'm still nervous. Actually, according to him he"s seen me naked a few times now. I hate that I don"t know if what he says is true or not. I try to think back only for the pain in my head to return, I groan. "Stop thinking. Lose the fucking pants now or I"ll do it."

I push through the stabbing pain in my head and shove the jeans down my legs, then take a deep breath ignoring him all together as I step into the tiny shower stall and turn it on. I plaster myself against the far wall hoping to keep as much space between us as I can but the moment he steps in, the shower feels like it"s shrunk. I keep my gaze on the wall as I wait for the water to heat. Knox doesn"t seem to care that he is openly staring at my body like he has the fucking right to. Even if what he says is true and I can"t remember ever being with him, he should fucking respect that and get the hell away from me, but he won't because he is a controlling prick.

"You can make this easy on yourself." I give him the best fuck off side eye I can before I go back to staring at the wall hoping this shower will fucking heat up faster. "Hard way it is then," he growls before he grips my hair, tugging on the strands and forcing me to face him. He narrows his eyes at the sight of the scowl on my face and yanks my hair harder drawing a hiss of pain from me. "Your face is saying what your mouth refuses to."

"Oh, no my mouth can say you're a cunt just fine." His eyes spark with indignation but in the boldest of moves I have ever made in my life I strike out and grab his cock. His hold on my hair drops and he grunts as I crush his dick and balls, making him rise to his tiptoes.

"You are going to pay for this," he grits out through clenched teeth.

"I've paid for enough already. You think you have the right to be mad?" I squeeze harder, drawing a loud curse from him. "You have no right. If what you and my sister have said is true then I'm the only one who gets to be fucking mad. Six years of my life has been a waste and a fucking lie!"

"Fuck. Let go, Lakeland." Pain laces his words but fuck him and his heavy handed bullshit.

"I have you by the balls literally and you are going to do as I say." His jaw locks and I see he wants to hurt me but he's too fucking scared I'll rip his cock off if he makes a wrong move.

"Name it."

"I want to see my sister." His forehead crinkles and his brows draw in.

"What?" Sighing, I release my hold on him and step back. I honestly expected him to beat the shit out of me or scream or something but no, he just stands there staring at me.

"I want to see my sister," I say barely above a whisper. He cups his dick and grunts in pain, shooting me a filthy look. When he doesn't respond, I step under the spray and pray the drain swallows me like it does the water. Tilting my head back, I let the water cascade down my face, relaxing slightly until I feel his lips on my exposed neck and his body plastered to my front. I keep my eyes closed and step back out of the spray thinking he will release me—stupid me, of course he doesn't. He licks a trail down my neck and nips at my collar bone as I finally open my eyes. I grip his shoulders ready to push him away, when he grabs my waist at the same time.

"I'm not stopping," he growls against my skin. Is he a mind reader? I'm about to tell him to fuck off until he captures my nipple in his mouth and a heady moan escapes me without consent. My grip on his shoulders turns from firm to lax as my head lulls back against the shower wall. When he flicks his tongue over the enlarged peak a shudder rolls through me.

"Knox," I whine, not sure if I'm saying his name to get him to stop or because I want to beg him to continue. He bites down softly and I gasp as I press up onto my tiptoes. He releases it with a wet pop and places a soft kiss on it before changing sides but this time, he flicks his gaze up to me as he swirls his tongue across the peak, drawing a strangled moan from me. My hand fists in his hair as I pull him in closer, my mind and body are at war again but him sucking on my nipples has my pussy tingling.

He slips his hand between my thighs and I tense when I feel his fingers slip through my folds. A soft growl escapes him when he feels how wet I am. He swirls his finger around my entrance gathering my wetness and uses that on my clit.

"Fuck," I cry out at the first touch. I feel him smirk against my nipple only I can't find it within myself to care as long as he keeps touching me like this. Five minutes ago my mind was overloaded with thoughts and worry, but right now all I can focus on is him and the way he is touching me and the feelings he is bringing to life inside me. Knox releases my nipple but never stops circling my clit. He captures my lips in a kiss that robs me of breath, his tongue tangling with mine in a fight for control. It takes him all of a few seconds before he is the clear victor. I feel my orgasm cresting and wrap my arms around his neck in case my legs give out but the bastard uses that to his advantage and pulls his hand free only to grip my waist and lift me. Instinctively I lock my legs around him, not wanting to fall.

"Don't fight this, it's going to happen so accept it and thank me for the distraction when I have you seeing stars." I have no reply as he lines his cock up with my entrance. I tense in anticipation of the pain but he distracts me by kissing me again. I get so lost in his taste that I barely register the sting of his cock slowly pushing inside me, inch by glorious fucking inch, until he is fully sheathed inside me. We both break apart and groan at the feeling. Last time wasn't like this—it was rough, unwanted and stolen but this time, I want it. I need him to distract me and make me feel something other than this hollowness inside my chest. I want him to help me breathe again. "Fuck, you're so tight, Lay." He moans.

"Make me forget." Three little words seem to change something inside him, his blissed-out look morphs into one of pure hunger, he almost looks savage as his hold on me turns punishing. He draws almost all the way out before slamming inside me again. I cry out, not giving a fuck who hears me as long as he keeps going and doesn't stop. "Knox, fuck–"

"Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl." I bite down on my lip and take what he gives, loving the way he fills me. The fact he isn't gentle or handles me softly only turns me on more. I can feel myself growing wetter with each thrust—fuck it feels so good. He growls as he pulls out of me and drops me to my feet. I'm about to scream at him for stopping until he spins me around to face the wall and grabs my hips. "Hands flat against the wall and spread your legs." The hunger in his tone has me eagerly obeying. "Still the same."

"What?" I don't push him for an answer as he thrusts inside me. I scream out. Fuck, this angle feels so different, he feels deeper and… Jesus, when he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into me I nearly see stars.

"The only way to get you to submit is by fucking you." His words don't register as I feel my orgasm building. I try to latch onto it, needing to come so badly that I would do anything he asks as long as he makes me shatter.

"Yes, like that, make me come," I cry out. His hold on my waist turning almost violent as he fucks me deeper, harder than before, forcing me to push back against him or risk headbutting the wall. "Oh my God."

"I told you before, I am your fucking God. Now come," he snarls in my ear before biting down on my shoulder and reaching around me to pinch my clit between his fingers. I come so fucking hard that my legs give out and my vision turns black as I scream his name until my throat is hoarse. His arm around my waist is the only thing keeping me standing as he continues to fuck me ruthlessly, chasing his own release. I feel my pussy clamping down on his cock trying to hold him inside me and that's what it takes for him to let go and come deep inside me.

"Fuck, Lake," he roars out, the sound of my name coming from him as he shatters sends a delicious shiver down my spine. "Fuck, I hope your sister was telling the truth, it will break me to kill you."