Page 31 of Saved By The King's Gamma

I try to look away, but the man holding me doesn’t let me, he never lets me. He tightens his grip on my hair, yanking painfully until my eyes are fixed on the scene unfolding before me.

“No closing your eyes now, maybe she’ll teach you a thing or two,” he growls, his breath hot and foul against my ear.

Kade climbs onto the bed, settling between Lacey’s legs. His hands run along her thighs, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. She winces but doesn’t move, doesn’t cry out. I wonder if she’s learned, like I have, that showing pain only makes it worse.

He leans down, pressing his mouth to her neck, and she lets out a soft, forced moan. I can tell it’s fake, that she’s trying to give him what he wants so he’ll get it over with quickly.

“Louder,” he commands, his voice low and dangerous. Lacey obeys, her moans growing louder, more exaggerated, as his hands roam her body. I can’t tear my eyes away, no matter how much I want to. Every second feels like a knife carving into my soul, each moment a reminder of how powerless I am.

Tears stream down my face, but I don’t dare blink them away. The man holding me would notice, and I know he’s waiting for any excuse to hurt me further.

Kade’s movements grow more aggressive as he positions himself, forcing himself into Lacey without care or tenderness. She gasps, her body jerking at the sudden intrusion, but she doesn’t resist. She can’t. Resisting would only make it worse.

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of Lacey’s forced moans and Kade’s low grunts. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, cloying and suffocating. I feel sick, bile rising in my throat, but I can’t do anything about it. I can only watch, my heart breaking a little more with each passing second while the bond roars it agony in my chest.

Kade’s eyes flick to mine occasionally, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watches my reaction. He enjoys this—the pain, the humiliation, the knowledge that I can do nothing to stop him.

“You see, Abbie?” he sneers between thrusts. “This is what happens when you defy me. You’re nothing but a worthless whore, and you’ll never be anything more. No one will ever want you after this.”

I want to scream, to tell him he’s wrong, but the words die in my throat. Deep down, I know he’s right. The assault goes on for what feels like an eternity. Every second stretches into an unbearable eternity, each moment searing itself into my mind like a brand. By the time Kade finishes, I’m trembling, my body numb from the sheer weight of my terror.

He climbs off the bed, wiping himself off with a sheet before turning back to me. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he walks toward me, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Open her mouth,” he orders the man holding me. My eyes widen in fear, and I try to pull away, but I’m too weak, too broken to even fight it.

Rough hands grab my chin, forcing my mouth open. Kade steps closer with a wicked grin. “Let me know how she tastes. Maybe next time I’ll let you taste Cassandra. Now she is a treat.”

I gag as he forces himself into my mouth, the bitter taste of Lacey still lingering on him. He grips my hair tightly, thrusting with no regard for my discomfort. Tears blur my vision, and I choke, the bile rising in my throat threatening to suffocate me.

When he finally pulls away, I collapse onto the floor, gasping for air, my entire body shaking uncontrollably. The taste of him, of Blaire and now Lacey, lingers in my mouth, a constant reminder of what he just did. I can still hear Lacey sobbing softly on the bed, but it feels distant, like I’m trapped in a fog of pain and shame when I start choking as he cums, coating my tongue and throat with the sticky substance.

“Abbie. Abbie, wake up.”

Gannon’s voice feels distant at first, muffled beneath the crushing weight of my memories. My heart pounds in my chest, and my breath comes in shallow, panicked gasps. I can still taste him, the bitter, disgusting taste lingering on my tongue like a vile stain I’ll never be able to wash away.

“Abbie, it’s just a dream. You’re safe.” Gannon’s voice grows firmer, more urgent, and I feel his hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently. “Wake up. I’m here.”

I gasp, my eyes snapping open as the nightmare releases its grip on me. But the fear doesn’t fade—it clings to me, wrapping itself around my chest like a vice, making it impossible to breathe. My vision blurs, and for a moment, I’m not in Gannon’s room—I’m back in Kade’s brothel, lying on the cold floor, bloodied, bruised, and broken.

“Abbie, breathe,” Gannon says softly, his hands steady on my shoulders. His touch is warm, real, but my mind is too clouded with panic to register it fully. My chest tightens, and I clutch at my throat, struggling to draw in air.

“I… I can’t… I can’t breathe,” I choke out, my voice trembling. The room feels like it’s spinning, the shadows closing in around me.

“Yes, you can. Look at me. Just look at me,” Gannon says, his voice low and calming. He cups my face gently, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks, wiping away the tears that stream down my face. “You’re safe. You’re not there anymore. It’s just me. No one can hurt you.”

His words barely break through the haze of panic, but I cling to them, forcing myself to meet his eyes. They’re steady and warm, flickering faintly with his Lycan, and that steadiness pulls me back to the present moment, pulling me out of the dark pit my mind was trapped in.

“Breathe with me,” Gannon murmurs, taking a slow, deep breath. He holds it for a moment, then exhales just as slowly. “Come on, Abbie. Just like this.”

I try to follow his lead, but my breaths are ragged, uneven, each one a struggle. My hands shake violently as I grip the blanket beneath me. I’m not there. I’m not with Kade. I’m here. I’m safe.

“That’s it,” Gannon whispers as I take another shaky breath, this one a little steadier than the last. “Keep going. You’re doing great.”

His forehead rests gently against mine, his presence so close, so solid, that it finally starts to pull me out of the nightmare’s grip. Slowly, the crushing weight on my chest begins to ease, and my breathing evens out, though my hands still tremble uncontrollably.

“I… I can still feel him,” I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible. “I was back there. He made me watch… and I couldn’t… I couldn’t do anything.”

Gannon’s jaw tightens, a flicker of rage flashing in his eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly, replaced by something softer—something filled with pain and helplessness. “He’s gone, Abbie. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

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