The Brink (Unbroken Raine Falling 3)

God, this couldn’t be happening. Not that long ago, she’d been wrapped in Hammer’s and Liam’s arms. If she ever wanted to be safe and surrounded by them again, she had to find a way to survive this nightmare. The thought of them filled her with agony. She wanted her forever with the men she loved. She couldn’t leave them this way—not at the hands of this demented sociopath.

As Bill sliced the knife through the fabric of her pants, he made quick work of the spandex, shredding the material over both legs, then tossing her tattered pants over his shoulder.

The December cold bit into her skin. She shivered as she lay bound and exposed. Every cell in Raine’s body implored her to fight. But helpless and at Bill’s mercy, she had to play his game as fear and fury rolled through her.

He knelt beside the cot, his hungry stare roving her body. His eyes grew wide, and he swayed, licking his lips as he studied the marks on her bare pussy.

He whistled long and low. “Oh, they chewed you up nice and pretty. You liked it, too, didn’t you?”

When Bill pinned her with a gaze that warned her he expected an answer, she told him what he wanted to hear.

“Yes,” Raine whispered.

“I figured you were a kinky slut. But you’re going to like it a whole lot better with me. Aren’t you?” She tried not to cringe, especially when Bill stared at her mound again. “Aren’t you?” he insisted, twirling the knife in his left hand.

Forcing her panic down, she sucked in a deep breath. Raine knew what she had to do, and she was running out of time. No matter how much she hated him or how sick it made her, she had to suck it up to survive.

Raine forced herself to give him a sympathetic look. “Mom and Rowan put you through so much torment. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”

Bill blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “No, you’re not. You fucking left me, too.”

“I was just afraid. I didn’t know what you wanted. I was a scared little girl. But I’m not anymore, Daddy.” Raine tried not to gag on her words. “I see now that you’re all I could have ever wanted or needed.”

She paused, watching as Bill’s expression softened both with melancholy and booze.

“You do?” He sent her a searching expression and cupped her hip in one rough hand.

Raine didn’t mean to flinch.

When she did, rage instantly filled his face. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you, cunt? Well, I’m not having any of it.”

He leaned over her and raised a menacing hand. Raine knew what was coming but had no way to stop him from slapping her face with all his might. Pain blasted in a white-hot fire across her cheek, spreading up her scalp and down her neck.

Raine clenched her jaw, refusing to scream. If she couldn’t fight, she had to endure.

Dragging in a deep breath, she tried to slow her racing heart, her manic thoughts. Everything in her head nearly scrambled when he raised his hand again. She forced down the panic.

“No, Daddy. Please. I’ll be good. I promise,” Raine begged, as her cheek throbbed and her stomach pitched. “You surprised me when you touched me earlier. It felt so good, it shocked me. Until now, I never understood how good a man could feel. But I know now. All you’ve wanted to do is love me. Show me…”

Don’t throw up. You can’t throw up. You have to convince him you mean it.

Weaving a bit, Bill lowered his hand and smiled. “Now, that’s more like it.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to,” Raine whispered, fighting the urge to close her eyes and shut him out.

“That’s my girl. You’ve learned real fast who’s boss. For your sake, I hope you suck cock better than Rowan. She was pitiful. Mind you, keep your teeth to yourself, or I’ll kill you and finish up inside your cold, dead body.”

Bill stood and released his zipper impatiently. His jeans fell to the floor, displaying his semi-erect penis beneath a pair of yellowed, threadbare underwear. Raine fought the urge to hurl. As he shoved the tattered fabric off his hips, she hid her revulsion at the sight of his shriveled cock.

With a grunt, Bill spit in his hand and grabbed the half-flaccid appendage, pumping it furiously in his fist. He swerved on his feet. His cock refused to come to life. The longer and harder he stroked, the more Raine knew he’d be unable to get it up.

Bill stomped and snarled, his frustration mounting. Then without warning, he dropped his cock and raised his hand. “What’s wrong with you, girl?”

His fist crashed toward her face, his knuckles planting into the socket of her eye. Pain exploded through her head. The lights began to dim until nothing but white fireflies danced in her vision. Still, Raine held in a scream.