Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I touched her shoulder, but before I could push her back, she lay down on her back on the dirty concrete floor.
I looked her in the eyes as I reached under her skirt and grabbed the waistband of her tights and her panties. She tensed as I pulled them down her legs, but she didn’t fight. She knew this was the only chance to protect her from the Russians’ touch and maybe even death. They wouldn’t pretend like me.
She remained still as I unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My cock was limp, but I didn’t need a hard-on for what I had planned. I moved between her legs, shoved up her skirt, then pretended to thrust into her.
Sara closed her eyes with an audible wince. I wasn’t sure if her reaction or my thrusts were convincing. I couldn’t think straight. My thoughts only revolved around two things: killing Jabba and our escape. The assholes had even taken the knife I had in a small holster at my ankle. I only had my own body. I’d been trained for many years to make it as lethal as possible, and it was deadlier than many weapons, but I needed proximity to use it. A sob from Sara made me look down at her again.
Sara’s cheeks turned red, and she looked away from my eyes as I thrust again. My naked skin touched her inner thigh. I hated that she had to experience this.
“You think I’m stupid?”
I froze mid-thrust and glanced over my shoulder at Jabba. His head was purple, and a vein on his forehead throbbed. “That dick of yours isn’t anywhere near that virgin pussy. You have two more minutes to fuck her like you mean it, or I’ll call all of my men and let them have a go at her in whatever sick way they like. And some of them are sick fucks, trust me. And afterward, I’ll throw her in a cage with the bears or the leopard. They’ll be hungry after their long journey.”
“It’s okay,” Sara said in the quietest whisper. I looked at her, but she had her eyes closed, and her face turned away as if she didn’t want to see me.
“You better get her naked quickly.”
The seconds ticked by. Everything in me revolted against what I needed to do.
I closed off my thoughts and acted. I ripped Sara’s skirt away, leaving her naked from the waist down. Then I kicked down my own pants. Would this save Sara from a worse fate? Was I even a better fate than any of the assholes standing in line to fuck her next? This was wrong on so many levels.
My head throbbed, and my dick was still far from stiff. I closed my eyes, ignoring the phone recording what I did and everything around me—even Sara. I couldn’t think of her terrified eyes when I wanted to get it up.
I gripped my cock and stroked myself furiously, imagining all the sexy girls I’d fucked in the past. I wasn’t sure how long it took me to get hard. Jabba’s cackling in the background told me too long. Fuck him. Fuck this.
When I had it up, I opened my eyes, and I wished I hadn’t because the sight of Sara beneath me with her eyes closed, waiting for me to fuck her, almost killed my erection.
“Ten seconds. I’m not impressed.”
I didn’t hesitate. With a deep breath, I thrust as far into her as her body allowed. She let out a choked sob, her face scrunched up in pain and lips pressed together. “This is the most boring fuck I’ve ever watched. I really hope you make her scream, or I’ll be very disappointed.”
“And you don’t want that,” Yevgeny guffawed like a baboon.
I thrust again, and I didn’t look away as I did. I deserved to see the pain and tears on Sara’s face, even if it killed me. I deserved worse for what was happening.
I became numb inside, only aware of the rough concrete against my palms and the fine sheen of sweat on my forehead. Time seemed to stand still as I finally closed my eyes like a coward and returned to a scene with an imaginary woman. During our training to withstand torture, I learned to transport myself to a different place in my mind. It was a sort of hypnosis that could make you ignore pain for a long time. I never would have thought I’d have to use it in a situation like this.
A door banged against a wall. Someone screamed something in Russian. I only understood the word Italians because I had heard it from Bratva soldiers in the past. My fantasy dissipated, and I was back to reality.
“Quick!” Jabba roared. Opening my eyes, I pushed off Sara and staggered to my feet. Jabba and Yevgeny and the third man rushed away from the door through which they’d come in earlier. Yevgeny had his phone with him. I stormed against the bars again and again, trying to tear them down so I could chase them. My head rang from the impact. Blood spurted from my nose and a cut on my head, but I didn’t stop. The pain felt fucking good. It was well deserved. Definitely not enough. They disappeared through a narrow door at the back of the hall. I froze, my head ringing with pain. In my peripheral vision, I saw how Sara pushed herself into a sitting position. Her cheeks were tearstained, and she winced in pain as she moved. The door beside our cell swung open, and several Famiglia soldiers stormed in with guns drawn.