I heard no hesitation in his voice and stopped struggling against him, my chest heaving with exertion. In my mind, I screamed for my husband, hoping that he was close at least. Surely he would have realized that Jon wasn’t at the apartment by now, and knowing Jon, he’d probably taunted Gavril somehow, so that he could put him in his sights as well.
“Now we are going to walk to your fucking bedroom,” he said, his own breathing heavier than it had been. “Or I will start shooting off body parts. Do you understand me?”
When I didn’t answer, he tightened his arm around my neck, causing me to squeak out an answer. “Y- yes!”
“Good,” Jon answered, releasing me. “Now, walk.”
I swallowed hard as I eyed the gun he held in his hand, pointed at my head, before I started toward my bedroom, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. Whatever he wanted me to do in there, I had two choices. I could either fight back and hope to God that he never pulled that trigger, or I could play along, buying time until help could arrive.
There was little doubt in my mind that Jon was planning on doing something horrible to me. Rape was likely his choice, considering I’d messed up his plans the first time he had taken me. My entire body revolted at the thought of him touching me, kissing me, doing God knows what to make me pay for hurting him.
I wasn’t going to survive it, but what choice did I have? If it had just been me, well, the choice would have been easy, but I had a child to think about now.
I had to save us both.
I entered my bedroom, my eyes straying to the wall where Gavril had made love to me not even an hour before. I could think about him and endure whatever Jon wanted from me while I came up with a plan to survive this.
“Is this where he fucked you?” Jon taunted, forcing me to face him. “Is this where he put that bastard in your stomach?”
I remained silent, wanting nothing more than to claw his eyes out now. He wanted me to react so that it would give him some sort of hold over what he was going to do to me, but I wasn’t falling for that this time. I was going to concentrate on getting myself out of this and hopefully stalling until Gavril could get here.
It was the only option I had.
Jon sneered when he realized I wasn’t going to react to his insults. “Oh, suddenly you have grown up; is that what it is?” he laughed harshly. “Well, let’s just see how much, Naomi. Take your fucking clothes off.”
My hands clenched into fists as I glared at him, wanting to be defiant. I knew what he was going to do to me and what it would do to Gavril if he didn’t arrive in time.
Or was Gavril still alive? My heart froze in my chest at the thought of what Jon could have done to my husband before he made his way here. He hadn’t hesitated to kill Ivan or Vera.
What if he had been lying in wait for Gavril too?
Jon suddenly stepped forward and pressed the gun to my temple, the barrel still warm from his recent firing. “Take your fucking clothes off. I’m not going to ask you this nicely again.”
I swallowed a whimper as my hands reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head and forcing Jon to step back. When I removed my bra, Jon licked his lips self-consciously, and it sickened me. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
My hands hesitated around the waistband of my pants, my eyes flickering to his. I hated the dirty, hungry look in them, how he leered at me like a piece of meat. I was at his mercy until Gavril came, and while I wanted to balk against his wishes, I knew I had to protect the safety of our child.
Maybe if I did this, Jon would back down. Most of the time, I could get him to do so.
So I shucked the rest of my clothing, standing before him and refusing to quiver. His eyes raked down my body, lingering between my legs, and I was disgusted by the way he grabbed his crotch. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, gesturing with the gun. “On your knees, like the good little whore you are.”
My knees wobbled as I did so, my mind trying to think of all the things he could force me to do and what I would be able to put up with. If he brought out his cock, I didn’t know if I could entertain him without gagging. Even the thought of Gavril coming to rescue me wasn’t going to be enough to push past the feelings Jon would evoke.
I just couldn’t do it.
Instead of reaching for his pants, Jon pushed the cold barrel of the gun against my lips. “Suck this like you suck that bastard’s cock.”
Tears brimmed over and streaked down my cheeks as I shook my head no, refusing to open my mouth.
He pushed the barrel against my lips and reached out, pinching my nose closed suddenly. I gasped and Jon forced the gun inside, the steel scraping my teeth. “Suck it,” he growled. “This isn’t a request.”
I gagged as he shoved it toward the back of my throat, forced to move against the barrel to keep from throwing up on the steel. “Good,” Jon nodded as I bobbed on the gun. “Just like that.”
Tears poured out of my eyes as I tried not to concentrate on the fact that I was naked in front of the man who had terrified me for years. I had always hated the hold he had over me, what he would do to destroy my life, and now this was no different.
I couldn’t fight back. There was too much on the line for me now, and as much as I wanted to tell him to do whatever he had planned for me, a small piece of me wanted to tell him to go to hell as well.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with intensity. “Fucking that gun like a good little whore. What did he teach you, Naomi? Hmm? Did he teach you how to pleasure him like his whore? Did you like it?”