baby?” Scott’s voice had me paralyzed. He leaned forward, appearing from the black abyss like the Devil himself. “If you push, I will always push harder.”
I flicked on the light, and my eyes widened at the sight of the gun in his hand.
“What are you doing here, Scott? Where’s Luis?”
“He’s around.”
Bile rushed up my throat as I choked out, “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Like Marchetti shouldn’t have been here earlier? Like he shouldn’t have been snooping around in Vermont?” He got up and stalked toward me, rubbing the pistol against his head like it was a comb. “I don’t know how many times I have to say this but you. Are. Mine.”
I pulled my legs up, shuffling back onto the bed but Scott was quicker. His hand shot out, grabbing my ankle and yanking me toward him.
“Don’t, please...” I couldn’t let this happen, not again. “My father will—”
“You think your old man gets a say in any of this? I am untouchable. My father has enough lawyers and cops in his pocket to protect me. I could fuck you right here and cut you up into tiny little pieces and no one would do a thing about it.”
Waves of nausea rolled through me.
“You’re mine, Arianne.” He leaned down, running his hands up my bare thighs, the overpowering stench of liquor on his breath. “Look at you, all laid out like this. Anyone would think you were waiting for me. Waiting for your fiancé to come and dirty you up.”
My hand cracked against his cheek, and Scott staggered back. “Fucking bitch.” He grabbed me by the hair, pain shooting through my skull, and threw me down on the floor. I tried to crawl away from him, but it was futile.
Scott rounded me like a predator stalking its prey. “You look good on your knees.” He waved the pistol in the air, pointing it at me. “I think we should have a little fun, don’t you?”
“Fuck you,” I seethed.
I wasn’t going to beg for mercy.
Maybe if I made him mad enough, he would shoot me and end this sick game I wanted no part of.
“Hmm,” he chuckled darkly. “Kitty grew claws.” He shot forward, pressing the gun to my forehead. “Move.”
My body shook, silent tears streaming down my face. I didn’t want to die. But I didn’t want to be his toy, not again.
He kept the gun trained on me as he sat back in the chair, fumbling with his belt. His zipper went next and then he pulled his erection free, stroking himself roughly.
I dry heaved into my hand.
“You get me so hard, Principessa. You have no idea of the things I want to do to you.”
“If you touch me, Nicco will kill you.”
He stopped, his eyes darkening to two obsidian slits. “Marchetti is a dead man walking. In fact, I think I might serve up his head on a silver platter for you as a wedding gift. Would you like that?”
“You’re nothing but a monster.”
Scott slid off the chair, dropping to his knees. His erection brushed my stomach and I retched again, But then he grabbed my throat, cutting off my airway.
He pressed the gun to my lips. “Suck it.”
I smashed them together, determined not to let him break me.
But he squeezed my windpipe harder forcing me to gasp for breath. Using my desperation to his advantage, he shoved the barrel of the pistol into my mouth. He was pleasuring himself. Moving the pistol in and out as he jerked himself off. All while silent hot tears streamed down my face.
I didn’t understand what had happened to make him this way.
He wasn’t only a monster.
He was depraved.
Grabbing my hand, he pushed it to his hard length, making me topple slightly, forcing the pistol further between my lips until I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, thrusting his hips wildly.
He yanked the pistol free, grabbing my hair again and forcing my head down to his crotch. I sucked in big greedy lungfuls of air.
“You’re going to put those pretty lips around me and suck.”
I thrashed against him but then the click of the safety pierced the air and I froze.
“Do it.”
I was on all fours, his hand forcing my head in place. Frantically, I searched the floor for something, anything, I could use to hurt him.
Then I felt it.
The soft leather knife holster Luis had given me. It was empty, the knife must have scattered when I’d thrown it.
“I’ll count to five, Arianne. Don’t make me get to zero, because you won’t like