The Corrupt Billionaire COMPLETE Box Set

by Hope, Camilla

  “Whatever, man,” he said. “I… fine! I’ll keep the little princess safe until you get here.”

  Morgan tossed his phone to the other end of the dungeon. As he wiped his hands across his face, I was able to kick the gnawed bone way from my chair, and he turned as I laughed lightly.

  “Someone’s not getting his rocks off now is he?”

  Despite my nakedness, I sat up straighter, somehow feeling pleased with myself. It wasn’t the miracle way out; but someone was still coming for me. Morgan seemed emasculated, and I started to giggle at the thought but he suddenly charged forward and slammed his fist into my jaw.

  “Keep quiet, you dumb bitch!” he yelled.

  His blow stung my cheeks, and I felt my teeth rocking in my mouth as I licked the blood from my lips and peered up into his eyes.

  “Will you… bet you’re gonna pay for that now,” I said. “Someone told you to keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

  Morgan hit me again and raced off to retrieve his phone. What had changed? Did Peter’s people think that I was better in one piece than ruined by inches? Or… or was their some chance that Peter was behind the call, coming to my rescue as he had in the space of my dream? I could only hope for as much, when Morgan unspooled his belt and slapped the buckle to my breasts.

  “I’ll take my chances,” he said. “Something tells me you might be worth any price I’ll have to pay.”

  “No!” I screamed as he lowered his pants. “You… you can’t do this!”

  “I can do whatever I want with you, wife.”

  He kissed me hard and mounted the chair. I flailed around the chains and pleaded for release or at least mercy when he took his piece in his hands and started a slow, smooth stroke.

  “You’re gonna beg for it, bitch,” he said. “For that and more by the time I’m done with you. You held me on the plane and I felt you wanting me even then.”

  “I… I never wanted you!” I insisted. “Same as that waitress. Who would ever want someone like you?”

  “We’ll see about that!”

  I closed my eyes and prepared for his unwelcome invasion. The feel of his hands pulling at my hair promised pain like nothing I had ever known, and I bit down on my lip as his tip grazed my captive thighs.

  “I won’t get off for you,” I threatened. “I don’t care what you do to me.”

  It suddenly struck me that he was taking too long to slam his way into my body. Not that I wanted to feel even one inch of him inside me, but if he was so full of anger and twisted lust, then why was he wasting all this time?

  “Come on now,” he muttered. “Come on.”

  Morgan was still sitting on top of me as I glanced down and spied the truth of his shaft. Limper than any wet noodle, he kept trying to bring it to attention and push down. But with every stroke, the pathetic thing just melted like a stick of butter left to wilt in the sun, and I found the courage to laugh in his face.

  “So that’s why you were so quick at the bar?” I teased. “And you… you really thought you were going to rape me?”

  No way was the irony lost as he hit me again, but I kept laughing as he pushed his hips against mine. I endured feel of his hands on my breasts and turned my head away when he tried to kiss me again. But if that was all this was ever going to be…?

  “Cop a few more feels,” I spat. “If you can. It’s all you’re good for.”

  Morgan balled his hand to a fist, and I prepared myself for the supreme blow when he pushed back and unfastened my legs. He pushed me to my knees as he ripped the back of the chair away, and I screamed as he forced my bound hands over and behind my head.

  “No one laughs at me!” he screamed.

  He lifted me up and hooked the hand cuffs over an eye hook which was dangling from the ceiling, and I struggled to support my body on the tips of my toes. Morgan undressed as I groaned between my teeth, and once he was down to his briefs, he tossed his belt aside and took hold of a far more sinister swatch of leather.

  “Other ways to play with you, wife,” he sneered.

  The first strike was sharp, and I felt as if the skin was already shredded from my back as he kept cracking the whip against my flesh, the sound of his laugher mingling with my screams.

  “So fucking smug,” he said. “Just like any other rich bitch!”

  He landed one blow after another, but I bit down on my lips and told myself that I could get through this; I had already made my way to a place where even my captor couldn’t violate me.

  But he still kicked my legs apart and flicked the whip between my quivering legs.

  “But this is mine now,” he said, prodding my mound with the tip of the whip. “It ain’t even your body anymore. Just my new piece of meat.”

  Shaking and crying as he kept hitting me, I still clung to the hope that Peter would be here at any moment and that somehow the call was on account of him. And as soon he saw that Morgan had failed to follow orders, he would make him pay.

  “What the fuck?” Morgan asked as he slapped the whip to my aching breasts and seized hold of my chin in his free hand. “Who said you could smile?”

  I caught my breath and smirked.

  “Peter… will… come,” I said as I spoke through the pain.

  “Will he?” Morgan asked as he dropped the whip and went for his phone. “You so sure?”

  “Of…of him? Always,” I said.

  I could almost see him now, hurrying down the steps and cutting me down, slamming his fist into Morgan’s face as he gathered me in his arms and carried me to the better parts of my dream.

  “Well I sure hate to be the one to break this to you… No, no, I’m glad to do the honors.”

  He touched my face and whispered into my ear. “The change of plans is because your boy ain’t no longer in the land of the living.”

  “What?” I asked, my voice cracking around the word.

  “You heard me, wife. Man’s pushing up daisies as we speak. Plan was to give him a front row seat. Now we just have to wait for the boss’s next call.”

  I heard nothing after the declaration of his death and I shook my head wildly, not wanting to believe it.

  “No!” I screamed. “He… he can’t be…”

  “I can still get you warmed up,” he said. “Try to hold still.”

  My toes threatened to crack under my ankles, and I turned my head over my shoulders in a desperate bid to meet his gaze.

  “You’re lying!” I said. “He’s not dead!”

  “Would I lie to you, princess? After all we been through together? Believe you me; you’re never going to see him again.”

  No! No, I couldn’t have lost him like this, and I tried to kick away from my bonds when he tased me again.

  “Don’t cry, princess,” he said. “We can still have our own fun. Would love to see you with battery acid running through your veins.”

  His words and his lashes on account of the whip meant nothing as I tried to picture Peter but couldn’t bring him to my mind’s eye. Morgan had to be lying. Peter… he… he just couldn’t be dead. But when the space atop the steps stayed bare, I wondered if my dream was real. Was Morgan truly taking Peter’s place? I tried to kick him but Morgan just hit me harder.

  “I can get down with this,” he said. “Let’s see which one of us breaks first.”

  Chapter Five

  With the location in his mind and Swanson’s keys in his hand, Peter started to take off when Nellie’s hand seized his.

  “Let go!” he said. “I need to get to her now!”

  “All on your own?” she asked

  “Fucking so-called pilot is alone with her if this shit is to be believed,” Peter hissed.

  “Again, stop with the language.”

  Peter bowed his head by way of an apology and promised Nellie that he could do this.

  “You should still be armed,” she said.

  “Then give me the glass,” he said.

  “No. You see that’s what I’m going to use to send
him away so he’ll never hurt either one of you again,” she said.

  Peter had to wonder if the woman had suddenly gone senile.

  “You can’t let him go,” he said. “He’ll just keep coming after us if you…“

  “Not if I nearly neuter him,” Nellie said. “Man’s like a dog - ain’t nothing without his balls. And with my warning on his pecker, he’d be a damned fool to ever sniff around you again.”

  She seemed so sure but Peter thought it was risky and that it would only make Swanson want to hit them harder. But he’d deal with that thing then. Right now…

  “What do you suggest?” Peter asked.

  She disappeared into a corner office and returned with another kind of weapon.

  “Here,” Nellie said. “Something tells me you’ll know what to do with it.”

  Peter felt as if her rifle might weigh him down where he stood, and again he marveled at her strength as she scratched the back of her neck with the dull end of a single shard of glass.

  “You know where to go,” Nellie said. “Don’t you want to find her in record time?”

  “Of course I…” he began.

  “Then go get your girl back!” she said. “I can handle the rest.”

  Peter was nearly out the door when he gave her one more look. “Thank you kindly, ma’am.”

  “It was my pleasure,” she grinned.

  As Peter obeyed her order and drove, he saw that the sun was starting to peek through the sky. So it had definitely been hours since she had been gone. Long minutes where that prick had Caroline under his power. Some freaks only needed a second to damage a sweet soul, and he had had much more time than that. Peter just had to hope that he wasn’t too late and that he would find her alive and still Caroline.

  “I’m coming,” he whispered over the wheel of Swanson’s car. “Just hang on a little longer.”

  A darkened cabin poked into view just where Nellie said he would find it, and Peter flicked off the headlights as he abandoned Swanson’s car and set off on foot. He could hear nothing but the wind whipping through the trees as he inched closer, stopping only at the sight of a pale gleam of light showing through a low window.

  If she was anywhere, he thought, then that had to be the place.

  Tucking Nellie’s rifle under his arm, Peter crawled towards the glow and longed for nothing but to see her. His knees skinned against the earth as he peered through the window and finally he saw his heart’s desire.

  But…

  “No,” he whispered under his breath. “Not like this.”

  Peter could see Caroline strung up by her wrists, naked and shivering. Morgan was cackling wildly as he tore into her soft back with a sharp whip. Peter watched with tears in his eyes as he saw her teeth dig into her lips. She was trying so hard not to scream, but when the leather cracked against her bruised breasts, Caroline wailed at the top of her lungs and begged for mercy.

  “No way,” Morgan sneered. “I should have done this to you in the wreckage. Would have been even more fun to have him watch.”

  “You so sure?” Peter muttered. “I’m right here, buddy boy.”

  Peter managed to crack the window, and as he did the sound of her screams grew louder in his ears. Her eyes were focused on nothing, but Peter could still see her hoping for someone or something to save her, and when her bloodied body went limp, he knew he couldn’t waste another second.

  “Get the fuck away from her!” Peter shouted.

  Tumbling into the basement, Peter controlled the rifle until he was back on his feet. Morgan seemed stunned by his sudden appearance, and threatened his face with the whip until Peter cocked the trigger and took aim.

  “Step away from her,” Peter said.

  Morgan’s fingers trembled around the handle even as he laughed.

  “Knew it wasn’t a real change of plans,” Morgan said. “You got to Swanson. Like he was going to pass up a chance to hit on this.”

  Peter could hear Caroline moaning where she hung, and even if Morgan hadn’t yet violated her, Peter could still see that she was badly hurt.

  “Cut her down,” Peter ordered as he aimed the rifle at Morgan’s head.

  “Now why the hell would I do…”

  Morgan screamed as Peter smacked him upside his head with the rifle. As soon as he lost hold of the whip and fell to his side, Peter kicked him away from her dangling feet and grabbed her face.

  “Caroline?” he asked. “Can you hear me?”

  Peter searched the floor for the keys to her cuffs. Seeing nothing, he pulled Morgan up by the collar and started to frisk him.

  “Good luck with that, asshole,” Morgan sneered. “Or maybe you just want to feel me up.”

  Peter slammed his fist into Morgan’s face and stomped his heel on the back of his neck. He remained dazed as Peter continued to search him, but he wasn’t giving up the ghost just yet.

  “Shit,” Peter muttered under his breath. “Where the hell did he put…?”

  Looking back to Caroline, Peter’s jaw tightened and his eyes filled with tears at the sight of her languishing in agony. There was no time to search this godforsaken pit let alone the whole place. Peter wildly whipped his eyes around the room in search of something, anything, that might aid his cause.

  Only a shiny sliver of rust looked back at him. It would have to do.

  “I’m right here, Gypsy. Just a few more seconds,” Peter crooned.

  It took some doing as his hands trembled around the nail and the latch, and Peter screamed his frustration when the cuffs finally gave way, and she fell into his arms. Peter was careful to keep the barrel of the gun away from her battered skin as his lips met her ears.

  “Caroline?”

  She still gave no answer, and Peter gathered her close as Morgan started to reach for the whip and his ankle.

  “You weren’t supposed to be here,” Morgan muttered. “Why the hell did Swanson tell me…?”

  “Because neither of you should have ever thought about touching her,” Peter replied.

  Morgan managed a smirk, and Peter slammed the sole of his shoe into the pilot’s face. Should just shoot him now. Blow his fucking brains out.

  Peter almost pulled the trigger when his heart stopped at the thought that the bullet might be traced back to Nellie’s gun. And the old woman was the reason that he had Caroline back, almost safe.

  Besides….

  “You should go out screaming, you dumb fuck,” Peter yelled as he hit Morgan with the butt of the rifle.

  Peter watched Morgan’s stunned body fall into a blubbering heap. He looked down at the man and thought that if Morgan had just got in too deep and been someone worthy of saving, he might have helped him to his feet or at least dragged him towards the staircase.

  But Peter had seen for himself what he was doing to her. And that made him unworthy of saving in his book!

  “Gypsy?” Peter whispered softly.

  Setting the rifle against the wall, Peter stripped off his coat and covered Caroline’s naked flesh. She seemed to sigh at the feel of the warmth, and Peter kissed the top of her head as he retrieved the rifle and carried her weak body up the steps.

  “I’m here,” Peter whispered into her ear. “Try to hold onto me.”

  They were nearly back in the open air when Morgan stirred at the foot of the steps, and Caroline shuddered in Peter’s arms.

  Peter brought her back to the car and laid her body down in the back seat. He pushed his coat closer to her neck but she still shuddered and babbled, and Peter vowed to himself that even if he never got any other thing right in his entire life, she would never have to be this scared another day in her life.

  Peter opened the trunk of the car, desperately searching for a weapon or something to use that couldn’t be traced back to himself or Nellie. He’d already searched the glovebox and found only a matchbook. And then he saw the spare can of fuel and a thought sprang into his mind. He returned to the house, undid the can, and set it on the ground.

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bsp; “I should have… I should have left you to die on that fucking plane,” Morgan hissed as he crawled up the steps.

  Peter punched Morgan with all his might and knocked him back down the steps. Then he ran part way down and doused him with the petrol. Peter quickly struck a match from the matchbook he had found in the glove box, until it flared in his hand. He waited and watched until the match was well lit and when his fingers started to burn with the heat, Peter flung the fire into Morgan’s face and relished the sound of his screams as the fire scorched his flesh. Peter wanted his last moments to be full of pain, and the preview was Morgan trying to bring a stop to the skin melting from his face. The man’s body burned around him and Peter made his way back to the car and watched in silence as the entire house was set ablaze.

  And not one shot fired from Nellie’s gun.

  Peter waited until Morgan’s screams faded to weak moans, and as soon as he was satisfied that he could never hurt her again, he started up the car and headed back into town.

  “Caroline?” he said as he looked across to her still form. “Stay with me, Gypsy.”

  Chapter Six

  Even as my eyes remained closed, I slowly became aware of something soft under my head. Definitely a change from dangling from the ceiling or sitting on the chair. But I had no memory of escaping and I decided that I had to be dreaming of a far more peaceful place. Longing to hold on to the sensation for as long as possible, I desperately clung to the fantasy. Maybe it would be better if I never woke up at all.

  I could hear the faint sound of wheels grinding against a flat surface, and I had no choice but to climb towards the surface. As soon as my eyelids fluttered, my gaze made contact with a needle pushed into my arm, and my stare followed a slim tube pumping some kind of clear liquid into my veins. What was Morgan doing to me now? Would it turn into battery acid like he promised and send me screaming at the top of my lungs?

  Or now that he had had his fun, was he putting me down like an aged dog to cover his crimes? It made no sense that he would suddenly be gentle with me now, if this was indeed going to be my end. But maybe he only got his rocks off watching me suffer as I struggled to draw another breath and wonder when or if there would ever be an end to the agony.