Chapter Two

Shelby

The door had barely slammed behind Winston when the rough ass fucking paused, allowing me a moment of reprieve. A reprieve I knew wouldn’t last. Not with the man who loved to drill into my guts until I was in tears. No, he delighted in making me get off in spite of the pain.

Milo tightened his hold and hunched into me further, using his dick to force my compliance instead of just telling me what he wanted. It was par for the course with him, offering punishment for failing to be a mind-reader. I was nearly curled up into a ball underneath him, nausea churning in my belly, having vainly tried to escape the blunt poker digging into places it shouldn’t be.

When he was satisfied with the position, he barked at Sasha and Marigold, telling them to go get ready for Dirk’s return. As the women jumped to do his bidding, he pulled back a little, keeping my ass stretched wide, and rested his cheek against the side of my head. His sinister whisper raised goosebumps across my body, and I did well to hold the shudder in. Despite the drugs coursing through my body, muddling my head, his words came through clear as day and made my blood run cold.

“I’m going to deal with this, just like I did that uppity bitch, Nina. She’ll be finding out soon enough that she shouldn’t have fucked with what’s mine. She’ll never have him now. As for you, Dirk isn’t thinking clearly, but I know how to get him back in his father’s good graces. You won’t speak a word of it, or I’ll tell him I caught you with Carter. Understood?” Bewildered but terrified, I nodded, rubbing my cheek raw on Milo’s day-long beard. “When it’s time, you’ll tell them Sasha and Marigold did it. I’ve had enough of them hanging around, too.”

Not knowing what ‘it’ was, I could only whimper and nod as he canted forward, snugging his hips to my backside, impaling me to my limit and beyond. At the same time, his pinching fingers released my clit and traveled down to my opening. I soon found out what his plan was when he crammed his fingers into my pussy, only his thumb resting outside to circle the sensitive nub and manipulate my flesh into welcoming his invasion.

My soft cries were muffled by the bed, the pleasure mixing with pain until I clenched around the overwhelming fullness in my straining holes. Nearly incoherent from the narcotics and abuse, I ignored Milo’s hand angling for a deeper penetration, but when it became apparent he had an agenda, I tried to shift away.

“Don’t move,” he demanded, biting my cheek with enough pressure to make me freeze. I didn't relish the thought of losing a chunk of my face to his cruelty.

His harsh breathing and my out-of-control pulse beat in my ears as he briefly found what he’d sought and tugged, only to lose his grip. A scream caught in my throat when his second attempt was successful. It stole my breath as his hand ripped from my body, feeling like it tore me inside before it exited. A guttural, pain-filled noise finally escaped me, earning a moan and a thrust from Milo who released my cheek, no doubt leaving an imprint of his teeth behind.

I sucked in air, panting in agony while he rutted into my ass with abandon and held his trophy up for me to see. The removal of the little T-shaped device filled me with dread, and for once, I was grateful that Milo tended to prefer to unload in my ass. He did so moments later before pulling out and leaving my throbbing insides to recover as he disposed of my birth control.

Lying there like a half-dead fish, I tried to make my sluggish mind work to no avail. It, and my body, had had enough. I would have drifted off, but Milo demanded that Marigold and Sasha fix me up. They immediately had my head held up by my hair, forcing me to snort what they laid out on a mirror or suffocate in it. I closed my eyes, unable to face my reflection, and snorted everything on it.

With a misery-choked laugh, I fell back when one of them slapped me, bitching that I knew better. I didn’t care that I’d taken their portions as well. Frankly, I hoped it rendered me oblivious to whatever my husband’s temper would take out on my body.

I nearly got my wish, but Winston stormed in, wild-eyed and shouting obscenities. There was crashing around the room, things breaking, and the women screamed, but they weren’t his target. I was.

“You’re mine , Shelby! He won’t have you! Do you hear me?” he screamed in my face, rousing me enough to attempt to push him away.

His response was swift and brutal. I didn’t see the picture frame coming until the glass struck me full in the face. Milo pulled him away and attempted to calm him, knocking the frame away from me in the process.

I cursed, holding a hand to my injured face to catch the blood from my nose. The shards hadn’t cut me, they’d fallen onto the bed instead, but I barely glimpsed the photo of us that used to sit in Dirk’s office before he was on me again.

Whether it was induced by terror or the overdose of drugs kicking in, my heart seemed to stutter, leaving me clutching my chest as a vise unrelentingly gripped it. I only vaguely registered Dirk laying into me, screaming the same thing over and over again, but at that point, I’d largely checked out. Flashes of coherency came, not that they lasted long enough to make sense of. Not until the last one anyway, when I was set free.