A Promise of Torment (A Violent Agenda)

VIOLA

Kristian forces me onto the table using my broken wrist against me, finally pinning both of my arms over my head.

I kick, scream, and bite.

But he just laughs. I’m not strong enough to fight him even on a good day. He knows it. I’ve always known it. That’s why I saved those painkillers. For this moment. But the drugs I put in his wine when he wasn’t looking haven’t taken effect yet. I only had a tight window to do it while he was distracted with Dino. There hasn’t been enough time for them to kick in. Thirty minutes was all I needed. Thirty fucking minutes.

There was a small chance that it would work. I was hoping he’d at least wait until after dinner to try it on.

Laughing, Kristian uses the blade of the knife to cut the dress away. Adrenaline races through my veins. I’m not wearing any underwear because he took that when he brought the dress to the room. The last time I was used like this was a long time ago. I promised myself it would not happen again.

Not like this.

The dress falls off, the material peeling away like the petals of a wilted flower. But I’m not cold. I’m raging hot. I’m fucking fire. I snarl at Kristian as he moves the blade between my legs. The metal burns as he runs the edge against my skin, and slices over the top of my thigh.

“You missed several major arteries,” I say with a hiss.

“Of course, I want you alive,” he chuckles. He looks over at Dino. “Is this how she likes it baby brother?” he asks, bringing the knife to his lips to taste my blood.

“You fucking bastard,” Dino says.

“You were always coming home with cuts and bites. I always wondered what little bitch had her claws in you.” He looks down at me. “Now I know.” He touches the tip of the blade at my entrance.

“Do it,” I spit at him.

Wrenching my arms higher, making me growl like an animal, he grins. “Nah, I’ll split you in half after I fuck you. I want you to enjoy it first.”

“Your penis is the size of my little finger. How’d you expect me to enjoy that?” I say.

He just laughs. “Liar, liar, pussy on fire,” he says, putting down the knife, running a heavy hand between my legs, and pulling his dick out of his pants.

I look away toward Dino who is watching with hell burning in his eyes, hands white knuckling around the base of his chair.

Kristian leans close, the heaviness of him forcing the air from my chest, the scent of him too much like Dino. His breath is hot on my neck as he whispers. “My brother won’t want you after I’m finished with you. No one will. This will be the last cock you’ll ever get to feel.”

“I feel nothing,” I say scornfully.

I don’t move or scream or do anything. I just look at Dino and let everything else fall away.

Have I taught you nothing?

Dante’s remark is loud inside my head. I only just hear Kristian’s grunt as he shoves himself inside me.

Now. Goddamn it V, sweep.

I jerk my hips up and wrap my legs around his torso, squeezing as hard as I can. He groans as the air leaves his lungs, and he tries to move back but he can’t.

I shake my head. “I’ve got you, you fucker. You’re going nowhere,” I snarl.

“Why would I want to go anywhere?” he grins, suddenly relaxing and thrusting deeper, tearing into me with the force he uses.

I almost lose my grip. Almost.

Fucking hell, V. What are you waiting for?

Kristian smirks and begins to rut, but I lock my ankles and pull up my thighs making the space between my legs as small as possible. Eyes narrowing, he stops moving, mostly because I’m preventing him. He laughs and tries again, but all I do is squeeze. It’s not a sweep but it’ll do.

“That’s not nice.” He glares, brow furrowed as he tries to extract himself.