Page 129 of The King of Hearts

“Just so you know, I like it more when they resist, and I have to use force,” he says like it makes a fucking difference. If he wants my mouth, he’ll damn sure have to force me, and I have no doubt he will. I’m trapped, literally chained to the bed. It won’t take much for him to get what he wants. And as soon as that disgusting thing enters my mouth, I’ll bite the fucker off and add it to my collection.

As if reading my thoughts, he scowls. “And if I feel so much as a scrape of your teeth, I’ll yank every single one out of your mouth and still fuck it afterward. My dear brother and I have something in common.” He bends closer. “I fucking like blood.”

He angles the head of his dick at my mouth. “Open,” he orders.

I don’t at first, and he presses the tip to my lips, smashes it so hard against them I worry my teeth will bite into my flesh. Unable to look at him, I close my eyes and part my lips. A fresh wave of tears gathers behind my closed lids, but I force them away. I won’t cry.

Aiden doesn’t waste any time. He goes all the way to the back of my mouth in the first thrust. My throat muscles tighten around him when my gag reflex activates.

“Ahh… fuck!” I barely hear his shout. “That’s it. Fucking take that dick. Choke on it, bitch.”

He pulls himself out, and grabbing a chunk of hair on top of my head, he uses it to pull my head forward as he thrusts back inside. Saliva pools between my lips, sliding out the corners and down my cheeks. Snot flies from my nose when I try to cough and can’t get any air in, and tears slip from my eyes.

“Fucking shit,” he growls. His grip tightens in my hair, and he slams his hips forward. Instead of pulling out, he holds himself still with his dick wedged halfway down my throat.

I strain against the chains, not because I think I can get free, but because it’s my body’s natural reaction. I can’t breathe, and panic slams inside me.

My eyes snap open, and for a split second, I’m distracted from my airflow being cut off by what I see. Aiden’s father is standing beside the bed with his pants open and sagging around his lean hips. He has his hard dick in one hand and the other disappears behind Aiden. I can’t actually see what he’s doing, but I can guess.

Aiden glares at his father. “Fucking warn me next time,” he grates out.

“Shut the fuck up, boy,” his father growls in return. The hand that’s behind Aiden jerks, and his hips twitch. I feel his dick spasm in my throat.

I’m brought back to my dire situation when black spots form in my vision. Maybe it would be better if I pass out. At least then, I won’t be conscious for whatever sick game they’re playing.

Just as my vision dims, Aiden pulls his dick from my mouth. I cough and sputter in great gulps of air. My throat feels raw, and bruised, and swollen. I blink and blink some more, trying to clear the wetness from my eyes.

My gaze flies to Aiden’s father. He’s completely naked now, his body slender, but more muscular than I’d expect for a manhis age. His hard cock juts out from his hips and it sways as he puts a knee on the mattress. I’m not sure how I manage not to vomit as he climbs onto the bed behind Aiden.

This is the reason why Aiden is the way he is. Why he hurt Lili. Or at least, it’s part of it. There’s no telling what else this bastard has done to the man he claims as his son. I feel sorrow for the boy Aiden used to be, but I hate the sick and twisted man he’s become. He’s no longer an innocent child being forced to endure horrors. He’s a grown man, and he’s made the conscious choice to hurt others. Hell, he was still a child when he started his abuse toward Lili.

I hear a click, like the sound of a bottle snapping shut, and a moment later, Aiden grunts, his hips jerking forward. His jaw goes hard, and a look of pain twists his features. The look only lasts for a moment before his eyes glaze over, and pure ecstasy relaxes his face.

He’s enjoying what his father is doing. The initial intrusion may have been painful, but he likes it now. The lunch I had earlier threatens to come up, and it takes a lot of effort to force it back down.

Aiden’s head is yanked back, and I hear his father’s low growl, “Fuck the cunt’s mouth while I take your ass, son.”

When his father lets his hair go, Aiden’s head drops down, and his eyes meet mine. A lecherous smile curves his lips.

“With fucking pleasure.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

HIM

My fist slams down on the mahogany desk, and I swipe it across the surface, knocking all of the useless shit on top to the floor. My whole fucking body vibrates with pent-up aggression and raw, brutal violence.

It’s been hours since Savina was taken, and we’re no closer to discovering who took her, why they took her, or where the hell she is.

“Fuck!” I grit out. “Goddamn it. We’ve got to be missing something.”

I lift my head and meet Alexander’s eyes. He looks just as pissed as I do with his jaw as hard as granite, his eyes lit with rage, and his body as taut as a bowstring. I turn and face the rest of the room. Bishop and Cassio are off to one side, their backs ramrod straight and their expressions savage. Marcelo is over by the door. He keeps his expression neutral, but I know he’s nearly as pissed as I am. Liliana is on the opposite side of theroom where Bishop and Cassio are. I’ve noticed she likes to keep herself as far away from the men in the room as possible.

Unfortunately, the information she gave us earlier about Grant, or rather,Aiden, hasn’t helped. The apartment she and her daughter shared with him came up empty, and the only other places she knew of that’s associated with his name produced nothing. He didn’t allow her to leave the apartment, except on rare occasions, and only when he accompanied her. He never brought any of his friends or coworkers home. Hell, she doesn’t even know what he does for a living. He’s kept her under lock and key and on an extremely short leash, so her information was very limited.

Alexander has men manning the coasts, but even if someone could slip past them, I have cameras set up watching the waterways. They were put in place when I first moved my mother back to the island. Other than Marcelo, I trust no one. Because of what happened to my mother years ago, the night my father disappeared, I wanted the place I took my mother to be completely safe. If someone other than the residents of Hollow’s Reef stepped foot on the island, I wanted to know. Which means her kidnapper is local, or they knew about the cameras and how to avoid them.

Somehow, Aiden is involved, but he has to have had help.

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