Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Beg For It 1) - Page 92

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My head shook no again, my breath coming faster, fear thrilling through every limb. He took it all in, breathing in my fear and getting harder, wanting me to fight it, hate it, struggle against him.

“This could have gone the easy way. I was so close. You had no family. No home. Desperate. Just how I like it.”

The goon still held the knife in his hand. He breathed heavy, open mouthed, eyes feasting on my breasts while he held the weapon. I watched it in terror.

Lymon followed my gaze. “Give that to me.” The goon handed it over and Lymon grasped it. One pale hand on his erect penis, the other on the handle of the knife, he appraised me.

“You’re a little slut. I can see it in your eyes. I know what you want.”

Sweat broke out on my brow as real panic hit. This man wanted to hurt me. He wanted to terrify and torture me and I couldn’t stop him.

“You’re a little whore, aren’t you, Kara?” Now he stroked the flat side of the knife as he stroked his swollen, fleshy cock. The man was insane. I could see it in the cold, emotionless way he watched me. Completely unhinged. “I have big plans for you,” he assured me. “I know what whores like.”

I whimpered and twisted in my seat. I needed to get away. He terrified me.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Kara. You’re going to bleed. But first you’re going to suck some cock.”

No, my struggles grew more urgent. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t do it. I wasn’t capable of taking him in my mouth.

“Yes, you’ll suck me like a good little whore,” he calmly answered my physical protests. “But I also like to watch. I want to watch you struggle until you give up. See you get humiliated. He’s first.”

The goon took a heavy step forward as if he’d been waiting for this, dying for the command. With beefy hands he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his ankles. His meaty dick sprang out hard and he palmed it as he walked toward me.

I gagged and twisted my face away. I couldn’t do this. I wouldn’t do it.

“Untie her mouth and make her suck you,” Lymon commanded, moving his chair closer and to the side so he’d be at just the right angle to watch. “And come all over her tits,” he ordered. “I want to see that.”

The monster came toward me and stood close, nearly suffocating me with his bulk as he leaned over to unfasten my gag. The second he did, I had plans. I’d sink my teeth so hard into his penis he’d never be able to use it again.

“Wait.” Lymon spoke just as he was about to undo the knot. “This one’s a biter,” he observed. Suddenly, I felt the cold jolt of metal against the soft flesh of my breast. I looked down and saw the flat side of Lymon’s knife pressed against me. “If you bite him,” he hissed. “I’ll cut you.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head to look at him. “Do you understand?”

It all hurt so much, his tight grip in my hair, my wrists and ankles bound, the fear of what they were doing to me. I whimpered and nodded.

“Good.” He gave me a cruel, tobacco-stained smile. “Now show me what a good little slut you are and suck his cock.”

CHAPTER 7

Declan

I didn’t know how long she’d been gone by the time I woke up. One minute I was lying there, dead asleep. The next I jolted up, balancing on my feet ready to fight. I knew something was wrong. I don’t know how I knew, but I did.

I’d heard a car leave the property, I realized. That was the noise that woke me up. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened to Kara. It was more than just waking up with her not by my side. Rationally, I knew she could have simply gone up to the big house for a change of clothes or some coffee. But my gut told me otherwise. I pulled on my jeans and bolted outside.

No sign of Kara. I ran up to the main house to make sure, knocking and calling her name like a maniac. No answer. Her truck sat parked where it always had been. Racing back to the cabin for my boots and shirt, I grabbed my cell phone and called her number. No answer. I stepped outside and could hear her phone ringing through an open window in the house. She’d left it behind. That’s when I knew with every bone of my body, something bad had happened.

I found old Bill in the barn and scared the daylights out of the man. He hadn’t seen me in six years and now here I was, my shirt unbuttoned and hanging out over my jeans, unshaven and crazy-eyed back at the ranch yelling about Kara.

“I haven’t seen her this morning,” he apologized. “What’s the matter?”

“I heard a car leave,” I insisted.

“Maybe a friend came to pick her up?” Bill scratched his chin, then looked at me like he was sorry to say it. “You don’t think Lymon…?”

My fists balled up in rage. “You mean the rat who was trying to buy this place?”

“Never thought much of the man,” Bill admitted. “Never did like the way he kept sniffing around here. Maybe he didn’t want to take no for an answer.”

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t need to, I was already off and running. I don’t know how I drove my truck without getting into an accident, rage and adrenaline pumping through me so fast I think I could have plowed straight through a brick building. I didn’t know exactly where I was headed when I started out. Then, suddenly, I did. I knew where I’d look for her first. I just hoped I’d find her. And that I wasn’t too late.

I’d had a bad feeling about that old, abandoned warehouse right from the start. I hadn’t liked watching her go in there. At the time, I hadn’t known what she was up to but I’d put it together. That was where Lymon had her sign papers. That was where he liked to conduct business. In that remote, anonymous, fall-down building, who knew what kind of transactions went down? I couldn’t let him drag Kara into any part of it.

Dust flying, I don’t even remember parking the car before I leapt out. I’d never done speed, but I imagine it would feel something like that, fueled, powered, unstoppable. I didn’t knock, just slammed the door open and raced in like a madman.

The goon went down easy. The big guys usually did, especially when they were standing around stupid with their pants down. Motherfucker. Slow and dumb, he didn’t even have time to duck my jab to his throat. He sank down to his knees and I took him out with a vicious sideswipe to his jaw. I’d learned a lot in life about how to make a man go down hard and quick.

But I hadn’t expected a knife fight. The squat little fuck in the tan suit behind me got a poke at me while I was dealing with the big guy. I figured the little guy was Lymon. He

looked like a Lymon, all greasy and mean. He knifed me in the back and it hurt like a bitch but pain didn’t matter to me. All that mattered was tied up on the chair next to me with her shirt split down the middle. I’d kill the bastards.

I spun around at Lymon and lunged for his throat. Like the coward he was, he tried to turn and run but somehow managed to trip on his own pants, then fall onto his own goddamned knife. No wonder he needed a bodyguard, the guy was a goddamned idiot. The knife got him near the groin and that seemed fitting, him doubled over and squealing like a stuck pig while he bled on the floor.

I was on Kara in less than a heartbeat, rushing to untie her, gathering her up in my arms. I didn’t think I’d ever forget the chilling sight of her on that chair. She was shivering and shaking, crying and incoherent.

“Are you all right?” I kept repeating, over and over. I don’t think I would have been able to understand her even if she had been able to answer me straight and clear. Rage and fear and relief all raced through my body and mind.

I called the cops and we waited for them in my truck, inside with the doors closed where I could help her into one of my sweatshirts and hold her tight. Blood oozed from the wound on my back, but I could tell it wasn’t too bad. I’d need a couple of stitches, that was all. All the while I smoothed her hair back and held her safe, I kept my eye on those murderous, vile motherfuckers. I could see them both through the open door of the warehouse, slumped on the floor.

Kara didn’t say much at the police station. She didn’t have to. Her statement was brief and cut me to the quick. They’d grabbed her at the ranch while I’d slept. I didn’t know how I’d ever close my eyes again. They’d taken her and tied her up and had been about to violate her before I showed up.


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