Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,65

men flanked us on either side. After that, details were jumbled. There was the shattering of my window, then… darkness.

Bang

Thump.

“Let’s go!”

Silence.

“Now!”

My body jerked to the left, every fiber of my being on high alert, yet sluggish. I couldn’t understand what was going on, but the sense of danger erupted around me like a bubble encasing me, threatening to be my demise if I didn’t get a handle on what was happening.

Pain sliced across my cheek, my eyes finally popping open only to see a figure looming over me. I couldn’t make out his face, and I never had a chance to defend myself before I was dragged upward by my hair. My arms felt like jelly, useless appendages, my legs even worse, buckling beneath me, the weight of my own body the cause of strands being snatched from my head, the hard ground rising up to crash against my knees.

A feeble cry erupted from my lips, but I hardly recognized the sound, my throat raspy as if I’d been denied water for days.

“Get the fuck up,” a man grunted, my tender scalp revolting against his harsh grip. My arms flailed against my attacker, but my fight was futile. When I finally found my footing, I was dragged several paces before abruptly stopping. I could hear voices in the distance, but my brain was still too foggy to make out any of the words, other than from the man dragging me around, of course. “This one’s awake.”

I tripped over my feet as I was shoved forward this time, stopping again when I hit a wall, pressed against cold stone, the jagged edges cutting into my cheek.

“Which one is she?” There was someone else in the room.

“Does it matter?” The man beside me pressed his body against mine, caging me between him and the wall. He kicked my legs further apart, and I feared the worst and knowing no matter how much I willed him to release me, I wasn’t going anywhere until he gave his permission.

“I guess not.” I heard shuffling of feet, then the creak of a door hinge, a flash of light beaming into the room only to be snuffed out by darkness seconds later.

Hot, smokey breath infiltrated my nostrils. My chest constricted from the force of his imprisonment. “I bet you feel good,” he rasped against my ear, his fingers drifting beneath my dress and digging into my skin, instantly making me regret my decision to assert myself when I changed out of my jeans.

“Brick,” I garbled, tears clouding my vision even though I couldn’t see anything.

“He can’t save you now.”

I tried to push back against him, but I couldn’t move. I made the attempt again when the seam of my underwear was shoved to the side and his fingers probed at me, but again, it was useless. The pain of his invasion intensified with my restriction but retreated quickly, and although I could barely breathe, I was relieved he stopped touching me.

But then I heard his zipper and my brain catapulted me into terror. Realizing I was completely helpless in this position, I chose to try and use my words to make him see reason, although something told me my efforts would be moot. I still had to try, though.

“Please don’t do this,” I cried, each word coming out gravelly, torn from me, hovering in the air in hopes they’d work. “Please. Just let me go.”

“I like when you beg. Do it again.”

One whimper after another was torn from me as he wrestled with his clothing, then mine, thrusting into me before I could plead with him once more. My cheek scraped against the stone wall every time he worked himself inside, his offensive breath, sordid grunts and probing hands clawing at the final piece of my strength. I wanted to drift away, to mentally be anywhere else but here, but he’d pull me back with every sharp dig of his body.

Counting my breaths and the harsh thrum of my pulse only allowed milliseconds of escape, not enough to drive away the emptiness he filled me with.

“This will teach them to fuck with us,” he grunted, fisting my hair in his hand, anchoring me to his assault. His groans came faster, his short pants of air hitting my cheek screaming he was close to finishing.

I closed my eyes tightly, choking on every lungful of air, my lips moving to form words only I could hear.

Silent prayers.

Wishes.

Regrets.

Then it was over. He released me and I crumpled to the