Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,94
girl.”
Ghost ignored their conversation, his fingers skating the edge of my waistband. “I’m holding back, Evie. I’ve got no idea why. Maybe I’m a greedy fucker and I don’t want to share you, but that can’t be it. I’ve shared women with my brothers before. Never gave a fuck.”
“L-let us go. You’ll never see us again.”
“Why would I want that?” he quipped, his nose trailing my cheek. “You have no idea how often I fantasized about destroying your cunt. Your father cockblocked me at every turn.”
My stomach sank even lower.
I need to get out of here.
He gripped my head and twisted so that my cheek flattened on the wall. Then his lips touched my ear.
“I’m taking your pussy.”
A flicker of potent terror shot my heart. Fear gripped my throat, slowly robbing me of air. I tried to inhale. My lungs wouldn’t cooperate. Everything had retreated within the spiraling black mass inside me.
“The devil inside me wants to do it now.” Ghost pressed his lower half into me, rolling his hardness onto my thigh. “Unless you give me a reason to wait.”
I sputtered around the lump in my throat, not missing the suggestion in his voice.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been laid,” he drawled. “Not much opportunity in the hospital. I guess I can wait a little longer.”
I choked on air, my lungs seizing as I connected that hardness with the space between my legs. Then he held a finger to my face, stroking my cheek. I recoiled against the shiver of loathing, snapping away from his touch. He grabbed my jaw and twisted it around, away from Tony’s mad attempts to reach me, to the bikers and the traffickers’ eager staring.
My teeth chattered, and then a ripple of fury swam underneath my panic.
“I am not yours,” I burst in a hoarse voice. “I am not a fuck doll. I am not a receptacle for your dick or whatever insecurity makes you attack women. Fuck off.”
Ghost shoved me. My knees struck the ground, and he fisted my hair. He ripped at his jeans. Down went the zipper, but I didn't see anything but the blue of his shirt. Dimly, I heard Tony’s enraged roar.
“You're not going to bite me, are you?”
“W-what?”
He grabbed my hair and tipped my head. "You’ll take it like a good girl. Everyone will get their turn, and then, angel, we'll share your pussy."
Just the thought of it shattered me.
I recoiled violently. “Please don’t. Please—”
“There is no bargaining when you're a club whore.” He worked his thumb in my mouth, hooking it behind my teeth. “Unless you want to be my old lady.”
“Why the fuck would you want that?”
“I want Costa’s money. After he’s dead, you and I are walking down the aisle. You’ll sign everything over to me. Say yes, and this stops.” Ghost watched me, his smile deceptively warm. “I won’t let them touch you.”
Biting him crossed my mind, but his closed fist nudged my chin, as though reminding me. I flinched as he opened his hand and slapped me, the sting bursting over my cheeks. I barely kept it together.
My mouth went dry as I pretended to consider his suggestion, searching for a way out. The ceiling rattled violently with Tony’s desperation. Blood ran down his wrists in torrents—God, I couldn’t look at him while this happened to me.
My breath seemed to solidify in my throat, lodging like ice. I opened my mouth, but there was no sound. My ears filled with a violent buzzing. I turned my head as a plea wailed in my chest. I searched the other men for doubt, finding only ravenous hunger.
“Don’t look at them. They’re hoping you say no.” His smile twitched. “So am I.”
What should I do?
No help was coming.
Warmth trickled down my palms, blood swimming where my nails dug. I shook my head, tears blinding my vision.
"You sure pride is the hill you want to die on?" he said as he teased his finger in my mouth. "You don't give me the answer I want in five seconds, and we're all taking you."
“Wait.”
“Yes or no?” Ghost slipped from my mouth, his fingers gouging my arm as he hauled me upright. “Marry me or get fucked by everybody in this room.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I—I can’t.”
“All right.”
His soft tone tricked me into believing I was safe, the momentary relief scoured by a tongue on my cheek. He licked me, from my jaw to my ear, which he bit hard.