Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Until there was nothing left.

I wrapped my arms over my body, covering as much as I could as Coulter lowered his gaze, taking in every inch of me. “You are a goddamn masterpiece, aren’t you?”

A sickened, choked sound ripped from me.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” He murmured and stepped closer. “A fool, perhaps? Do you think I don’t notice the way they are around you? The looks, the subtle touches.” He met my gaze. “He’s marked you as his, I know it.”

I flinched from his touch as he brushed a strand of my hair, his voice so calm. “And for that alone, I want to destroy you. Get her onto the table.”

I bucked as the guards grabbed my wrists and lifted me.

“NO! NOOO!”I screamed until fire lashed my throat and then punched my feet out, thrashing in their hold as I was lifted and slammed onto the hard table.

Stars danced in my eyes as I was yanked down toward the edge.

“Hold her wrists and ankles.” Coulter growled as the sound of a zip came. “You can all have what’s left.”

Cheers filled the room. Roars of“Fuck yes!”drove searing acid into the back of my throat.

“No…no…nonono…NOOOOOO!”I howled, wrenching my gaze to each one, desperate to findsomeonewho’d stop this.Please…please, don’t do this!

But there was no one.

Their grins.

Their excitement.

Was everywhere.

I wasn’t someone to save here. Not like their wives, or their girlfriends, or their mothers. No, I was athingto be used.

And I couldn’t fight them all.

Their hands were steel shackles around my wrists, forcing my fists above my head. I slammed my feet against the table as they dragged me all the way to the bottom, kicking out as much as I could. The thud of my blows warbled, turning distorted and strange.

Faces moved in and out of focus. The burn of the table against my back from where they’d dragged me. The tear of tendons as they forced my legs open.

But it was the lights overhead I felt the most.

The blinding glare buzzed and stung as shadows moved around me, brushing the insides of my thighs. Hands touched me, mauling my breasts, parting my slit.

“Oh fuck, that’s what we want.” One of them moaned.

But those lights above me hummed loudly, growing more insistent as their fingers pushed in. I focused on that buzzing as it became a roar.

Whoosh…whoooosh…who-o-shhhmy pulse became distant.

A tug came.

Followed by apushhh.

Those lights above bounced…thrusting…throbbing and that push turned brutal. Pain followed, pain and the movement of my legs, lifting, stretching as wide as they could go…but those lights above ignited, turning blinding.

Grunts followed the violent movements.

But they were faint.

So faint I barely heard them at all.