Unshackle (Deliver #7) - Pam Godwin Page 0,82

the strap-on.

Then the interrogation was forgotten altogether as they jerked off to the show.

Alejandro was the only one not participating. He stood off to the side, arms clenched across his chest. But he wasn’t unaffected. The bulge in his pants confessed his arousal.

It was apparent then why no one else was in the room. How would the cartel members feel about the incestuous orgies that took place among their leaders? No wonder the brothers never answered questions about how they were related to her. This wasn’t okay. The most depraved criminals wouldn’t find this sibling fuckery amusing or acceptable.

The fact that they were doing it in front of Luke meant they had no intention of letting him live.

Watching them together, however, helped him understand Silvia’s motivation. She loved her brothers, sickeningly and unlawfully, and craved their attention. When they brought in Vera, Silvia was no longer the center of their world. She didn’t approve of how possessive they became over another woman.

The crazy, jealous bitch moaned behind him, and Marco joined in, shouting in Spanish as he came.

Inside his stepsister.

“I need something to eat.” Silvia pulled out and gave Luke’s ass a hard slap. “But don’t worry, handsome. I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

She might be when she found out her key card had been swapped.

Marco escorted her out, using his own key. They came and went in pairs, presumably to freshen up, refuel, and check on the cartel’s operations.

Hours passed.

No one mentioned Vera.

Luke didn’t speak a word, and they didn’t free him from the restraints. After bending in the same position for so long, his muscles and joints ached. The contusion on his head hadn’t stopped throbbing, and his ass burned in ways he hadn’t experienced in eight years.

He had no plan. No hope, save one.

Vera was alive.

He couldn’t accept the alternative. It was the only thought keeping him sane.

Eventually, Silvia returned with Omar, wearing a silk robe and fresh lipstick. She dropped the garment inside the door and strolled toward Luke, completely nude.

He turned his head and looked the other way.

“Oh, handsome. Don’t be that way.” She climbed atop him, straddling his back and grinding her wet pussy against his spine. Then she angled forward and licked his ear. “I want your gorgeous cock inside me.”

His insides curdled, and his breaths caught fire, searing past his nose.

“His dick is thick like yours, Alejandro.”

The youngest brother glowered from his post near the door. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” She returned to Luke’s ear. “Whenever he fucks me, it makes him so angry. God, I love his angry sex.”

Out of the five of them, she was clearly the most psychotic. What kind of deranged shit had to happen to a person to turn them into the grinding, sex-crazed demon on his back? She didn’t belong in this world. She might even be too damaged for hell.

The door opened, and Marco stalked in. All five of them were here now, which meant the torture would begin again.

Sweat chilled on his brow, and his ass clenched, unbidden.

Silvia slid off his back and perched a naked butt cheek on the table beside his face. Her hand drifted to his hair, stroking him like a pet.

He seethed, jerking and bucking, unable to stop her. Exhaustion pressed into his bones, and prolonged stress fumbled his thoughts. But no matter what they did to him, he would not talk.

“Tell me.” She toyed with the hair at his nape. “Do you love her?”

He bit down on his lips.

She lowered off the table and put her face in his. “Do you love Vera Gomez?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He arranged his forehead in an expression of confusion. If he remained silent, would it give too much away? Maybe. So he formed a fitting response. “I despise you with every drop of blood in my body.”

Her head jerked back, and her eyes tapered into reptilian slits. “Harsh. But you know that’s not what I asked. The woman you paid three million for? Vera Gomez? Was she just a job to you? Or did you love her?”

He didn’t like her speaking about Vera in past tense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you demented bitch.”

“It’s time to remove some of his extremities.” Marco strolled forward, holding large steel-bladed pruning shears. He opened the handles and snapped the blades closed, his expression chillingly lethal. “Starting with the one you love most.”

“No!” Silvia straightened. “You’re not cutting off his dick. That’s mine, and I’m keeping it.”

“You can keep it in a jar.”

If Luke’s bladder had anything to