to concern your pretty little head about.” His fingers curl around the ties of my robe, and my eyes lock on all the hungry eyes sitting around the table. Each man has the same expression, but their faces look different. Two men have blond hair, each have blue eyes, while another one has brown hair and green eyes, licking his lips as he waits for Kendrick to show me to them.
“Is she pure?” the man with brown hair asks. “She has to be pure for it to work.”
“She’s pure,” Kendrick hums. “I made sure of that years ago when I scoped her out and married her to make sure she’d stay that way.” He doesn’t tell them that we are no longer married due to Sebastian’s effort to make sure I was free of Kendrick, but I guess that is a detail that doesn’t matter.
“You married her and didn’t fuck her? Bullshit,” the green-eyed monster says, leaning back in the chair surrounding the table. “If I had a woman like that lying next to me every night, you better believe I’d fuck the hell out of that sweet cunt until it was sore.”
My body trembles from the cruelty of his words.
“Well, this is more important, isn’t it? Do you know how difficult it is to find a woman of Mediterranean descent? And a virgin? If she were in your hands, none of us would be able to trust you with her. The purpose is more important than the temptation. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Damn right.”
“I know,” the man says with an annoying roll of his eyes.
“Okay, then. It isn’t up for discussion.” Kendrick’s words end the discussion, and his fingers still play along the ties of my robe and tug.
My breath whooshes free, and I closed my eyes when I hear them all inhale, as if they are staring at a goddess, someone from another world and time. Kendrick’s hands slip down my torso, tracing the curve of my breasts. He hums in delight, and the cold air wraps around my nipples, causing them to bead.
My body betrays me. They think I am reacting to them, but I’m not. I’ll never react to them.
“She is perfect, isn’t she?” Kendrick’s hands trail down to the trimmed top of my bush and pauses before traveling upward again. “Sheer fucking perfection. Do you know how hard it is to control myself? It’s been so difficult, but it will be worth it. I’ll finally get my share when she is delivered.”
None of this makes sense. I don’t understand what he is talking about. He is sick in the head. Whatever he has planned for me, it isn’t good. I’m not going to wait around and find out either.
This is my limit.
I’m not a fucking show pony.
“My sweet, make us breakfast, and leave your robe open. I want us to have something beautiful to look at.”
“Whatever you want, Kendrick.” I turn on my heel to make my way to the kitchen. As I walk by the man with brown hair, his hand reaches out and squeezes my ass. I jump, and he chuckles darkly.
“I can’t wait to get inside you. You have no idea what you’re going to do for the—”
“Shut up, you fucking idiot!” Kendrick bellows, and a harsh slap has the guy letting go of my ass, and I bolt to the safety of the kitchen. Ten feet isn’t enough.
I need ten lifetimes to get as far away as I want.
Opening the fridge door, I appreciated all the different foods we got at the market yesterday. Fruits, cheeses, vegetables, and meats. The cold air from inside the fridge sends a chill running through my body. Something is telling me I am running out of time.
And I need to dig down deep for the need to survive. I have to wake up. I need to start caring about myself again. Kendrick has spent years brainwashing me, making me this compliant little bitch. I was meant to be more.
I grab a few pieces of fruit from the fridge and take the biggest knife from the block that I can find and start to chop. I glare at the men, slicing the cucumbers, apples, and oranges with more force than necessary, wishing it was their cocks I was ruining. I lay the knife down and think of my options.
If I run… I might be able to disappear into the woods or the security guards would shoot me, and I’d die. What would the difference be? Dying in attempt