Page 17 of Shattered

“Sunshine, you are barking up the wrong tree. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Delete the video,” I seethe.

“What video?” Bane asks.

As Asher turns his head to Bane and begins to open his mouth, I snap. I press two hands against his shoulders and push, but he’s far larger than me and hardly sways. Another silent, non-breathing moment passes before all hell breaks loose.

An inhuman noise flies out of my mouth as his hand collides with my throat, squeezing either side of my neck. I’m knocked off my feet, and at first, I think I might hit the floor, but instead, my head slams against a wall. My throat is closed off, and I clench my eyes shut. As he loosens his grip to allow me a sliver of a breath, I peel my eyes open, and they lock on those black orbs again as warmth rushes to my core, and a shaky moan slips from between my lips. The sinister grin from Asher chokes me more than his hand around my windpipe.

“I knew you were a dirty slut, but this is even better.”

His words light me on fire, and it’s at that moment that I realize I have arms. They flail out, and I get a few hard punches to his chest before he releases my throat and grabs both my arms above my elbows, slamming them back into the wall. He leans his weight into my arms, keeping a little space between us, and even with a bad leg, he overpowers me almost effortlessly.

“Come on, Sunshine, just admit it. You’re here for that cock I offered earlier.”

“I’m not your fucking sunshine!” I hiss.

He raises a brow. “Oh, I think you are mine. Because if you remember, I have a pretty inappropriate video of you on my phone.”

Bane, who hasn’t moved an inch, speaks again, his voice raised with interest. “What’s this fucking video?”

“Lila sent a pretty video of all her goods, including her face. It’d be a shame if that were to get out.”

My nostrils flare. “You wouldn’t.”

“Well, a good girl wouldn’t make a video like that. Which makes you a dirty little slut.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I’d rather fuck you, I told you already. Come on, Sunshine. Just admit you’re a dirty little slut, and I’ll let you go. I’ll delete the video, and we can forget this ever happened. Just admit it.”

A rage unlike any I’ve ever felt takes over, burning up my entire body. He’s not getting shit from me. “Still planning on chasing me? I’ll still outrun you.”

It’s clear I’ve hit a nerve when his already black eyes darken right before me. The only problem is he doesn’t scare me. And the more I remind him of that, the more it pisses him the fuck off. I gather some saliva into my mouth, and he sees it coming and grabs my hair, tightening it. When I spit at him, it misses, and the pain firing through my scalp immobilizes me.

He leans back against the side of the chair beside him as he plunges a hand into my shorts, stopping on my bare mound as my blood runs cold.

“Bane, grab my phone, look up the video,” Asher says.

I’m powerless as Asher’s rough, calloused fingers brush against my clit, finding it slick. He presses hard, sending sparks through me, then follows the moisture to a pool at my entrance.

“Fucking soaked,” Asher says.

A moment later, the movie on the TV shuts off, silencing the room so I can hear the video. He cranks the volume to full blast as my own soft, sensual moans fill the room.

As if in a trance, my body sags, but Asher manages to keep me pressed against the wall, supporting himself on the side of the chair. The pain in my scalp doesn’t lessen, but part of me doesn’t care if this fucker rips every hair out of my head.

As long as I get away.

I pull on strength I didn’t know I had, strength I’ve never needed to use. It takes everything I’ve got to squirm away from his fingers, but I’m still trapped against the wall. Panic rises as sweat beads on my forehead.

There’s nothing I can do as two fingers plunge deep inside me, filling me all at once and making a thunderous moan shoot from my lips as my entire pelvis clamps onto him like he’s my life vessel.

“You are wound so tight, Sunshine. When’s the last time you were fucked by anything but your battery-operated boyfriend?”

I can’t find the words to answer as my body entire body tenses for a storm of a climax after less than four seconds. As the sound of my climax on the video finishes, my declaration of love to Ian plays.

“Is that your husband that I need to take care of?” he asks.

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