Page 136 of Deliria

But we didn’t forget. The Heath’s didn’t forget. My father didn’t forget.

Sydney grunts and groans as he slides in and out of me. Drool collects in the corner of his mouth and then it drops down, landing on my skin, feeling like acid burning away where it lands.

Every ram of his cock makes my back jar against the freezing cold and unforgiving floor.

I buck, screaming out and within seconds their bodyguards are there, taking over, using their brute strength to overpower me.

Fraser reaches down to pinch at my breasts. I turn my face in disgust, but then I realise it’s not me who should feel shame, not me who should feel anything close to that.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I sneer.

“The fuck did you say?” Alexander says, grabbing my face, pulling my head right up to meet his gaze.

“You think you’re all so fucking brave.” I spit. “Look at you. Is that what it takes, a whole gang of you against one of me?”

His hand comes down, smashing into my jaw, but I don’t give a fuck. I let out a laugh, even as white-hot pain explodes in my cheek. Even as I know he’s shattered my jaw. Blood and teeth fill my mouth. I spit them out, spit out my teeth and watch as a molar clatters across the floor.

Maybe that’s what it’ll take for me to get justice – me to spread my DNA all over this place, to cover it so thoroughly in my blood and guts that the police won’t be able to deny what’s really happened here. Like hell, Alexander has almost certainly paid them off, paid the coroner too. They’re all just waiting in the wings, waiting until the deed is done and the profits can be divvied out.

“Apparently, my slut of a wife wants more.” Alexander says before landing a kick to my ribs.

He yanks Sydney off me, shoves him back and then jerks his head for Fraser to get on board, like this is some sick merry go round.

As he drops to his knees between my spread-eagled legs, he pulls my labia apart like he wants to see if he can fit his head in there.

“Greedy little cunt.” He says before looking at my husband. “Don’t worry, if the bitch wants it then I’ll give it to her.”

He lays his entire weight on top of me, suffocating me with his mass. My hands try desperately to get loose, to slip free of the bodies holding me in place

He grabs hold of himself, angling his cock at the right angle, and then forces himself inside me.

I scream out even though he’s not that big.

Alexander holds me down, keeping me there while Fraser starts thrusting away.

“Nice, tight little cunt,” He groans.

“It’s a wonder,” Alexander says, “Considering how much cock she’s had.”

Sydney laughs as he starts jacking away at himself, like he’s so turned on he needs to finish.

I know their bodyguards won’t help me, I know none of the staff will help me either. My eyes dart to the doors, the great fancy opening that no doubt would have welcomed half the city’s elite in this house’s heyday.

It feels haunting now. This house, this room, all this space. It feels exactly like a mausoleum. A testament to an era that has been and gone.

By the time tonight ends, I intend to turn this place into a tomb. I intend to bury the Forster name here, to destroy their legacy and leave nothing but the ashes.

A slap to the face jolts me out of my thoughts, and I’m suddenly so aware of what my body is going through. The pain, the trauma, all of it.

My jaw is killing me. My face feels lopsided from how it’s swollen, but I can’t focus on that right now.

“Think you could drift off, bitch?” Fraser says, his spit landing on my face. “You will look at me when I’m fucking you, do you hear me?”

I turn my mouth into a sneer. I’m rewarded with a slap across the face, and again, it’s my jaw that screams out in agony.

I gasp out a ragged, tortured breath. Only everyone seems to turn, seems to react to something I can’t see.

And then a gun goes off.

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