Bad Boy Valentine: The Hard and Dirty Holidays
Page 8
“Make a sound and I’ll gut you.” A deep rumble of sound, then more pressure from his calloused palm. He climbed on top of me, pressing his knees into my arms, his hand still in place to keep me silent.
“I like it when they scream.” Another deep baritone came from somewhere out in the darkness of the room. His accent was Southern, but he was no gentleman. Not if he was in my bedroom, uninvited, in the dark.
“Later,” said the man on top of me. He glared down at me. A vicious scar bisected his eyebrow, slashed across his nose, and ended at his square jawline. Black hair. A thick haze of stubble covered his cheeks. His eyes were dark, sinister.
I froze – not breathing, barely thinking.
“Do you understand what will happen if I hear so much as a fucking squeak?” His hand tightened on my lips, crushing them. He held the knife only a whisper away from my face. “Blink if you understand me, bitch.”
I blinked, tears escaping and rolling down to my ears as I did so.
He released my mouth, but his body still pinned me, the knife still at the ready. I was utterly helpless, no way out.
“This is how it’s going go.” He lifted one knee and ripped the covers from me. He breathed in sharply. “Fuck. Jax, do you see this shit?”
The man on top of me looked at my body with open lust. His hard eyes took in the silk teddy. His gaze roved down my breasts, to my stomach, and finally to the vee of my thighs where the lacy shorts had bunched as I slept. He scrubbed his free hand over his jaw. I couldn’t focus on anything but the man looming over me, eye-fucking me where I lay.
The steady clump of heavy boots came to my ears as the other man, Jax, walked into the faint glow of the bathroom night light. “Look at that. No wonder she’s worth so much.”
More tears escaped my eyes. I didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. What would they do to me?
The first man ran his blade along my shoulder, down to the pink spaghetti strap of my top. He easily severed it, the knife sharp enough to cut with little to no force. He shifted on top of me so I could feel his hard length pressed against my thigh. I shivered.
“We don’t have time for this, Liam,” Jax growled.
Liam licked his lips. “I always have time for this.” He pulled down the fabric of my ruined top and bent his head to my nipple. He licked the peak before fastening his mouth on it.
Silent, silent, keep silent. His tongue swirled around the tip, erect against his soft tongue. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but I couldn’t. I didn’t dare.
Jax rubbed the palm of his hand over his crotch. Despite the dim light, I could tell he was hard, ready.
Oh, God.
“The others will be here soon. Fuck, Liam. We have to go.”
Liam bit down on my nipple and I stifled my cry. He lifted his head away from me and placed the blade against my throat. I felt a sting, then the wetness of blood.
***
Buy Forced by the Hitmen