Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

This was about survival, and I didn’t care what I had to do to get out of there in one piece. I raised my heel then slammed it down right into his gut.

“Fuck.” He shoved my leg off and quickly straightened himself because he anticipated another hit.

I raised my other foot and aimed right at his face.

He snatched my ankle then grabbed me by the hair, yanking me down onto the leather cushion. He pulled a rope from under the seat then bound my wrists together.

“Let go of me!” The only person who could tie me up was Calloway. When anyone else did it, it was absolutely terrifying—especially when it was Hank.

“The only reason why I’m not gonna fuck you right now is because I wanna see all of you. I want those tits and ass in my face. But once we get into the house, you’re done for.” He sat on my legs and kept me still, my hands tied behind my back. “And yes, I’m gonna kill you when I’m finished.”

The country house was in the middle of nowhere. It was a two-story white house with blue shutters and a blue door. A large willow tree was outside, along with a wraparound porch. The lawn was well taken care of, and flowers blossomed in the garden.

What the hell was this place?

Hank pushed me forward, guiding me by gripping the rope that bound my hands together. “You like it? This is my vacation home. Do a lot of fishing and fucking during my time off.” He got the door unlocked and shoved me inside.

The driver pulled away from the house and got back on the road.

Now I really had no way out. There had to be a car here, but it must be in the garage. And I had no idea where that was. I immediately searched the room for something I could use against him, but since my hands were tied behind my back, I didn’t have a lot of options. If only there were a hearth with a roaring fire, I could kick him into it.

“Up.” He pushed me toward the stairs. “Come on.” He was already unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie.

There was no way in hell I was cooperating. My heels were gone, but I tried to kick him anyway, aiming between his legs so I could make the blow really count.

He must have been expecting me to pull that stunt because he caught my leg and yanked on me, causing me to slip and fall on the bottom stair. I hit my head on the wood and tensed at the pain. I wanted to groan, but I wouldn’t allow myself to do that. Whatever Hank was about to do to me was far worse than getting a bump on the head.

“You don’t wanna walk?” Hank stood over me then scooped me into his arms. “That’s fine. I’ll carry you.”

I knew my fate was inevitable, and I wanted to give up. I could just tune my mind out and slip away. It would be easier for me to forget the terrible things he was about to do to my body. But that would be a disgrace to Calloway. If he could talk to me, he would tell me to fight until Hank killed me.

So I had to fight.

I squirmed in his hold and try to knock him backward. With that kind of fall, he was certain to be injured enough for me to get away.

Hank was too strong. He held me closer against his chest and didn’t let my feet touch the opposite wall. “Fight all you want. It’s just more of a turn-on.” He leaned in to kiss me.

I spat in his face, making a stream of saliva drip down his cheek.

That pissed him off. He got to the top landing and carried me into the first bedroom that was available. “I was gonna shoot you right between the eyes and give you a quick death. But you know what? Fuck that.” He threw me on the bed facedown. “Maybe I’ll drown you instead.”

I thrust my hips so I could roll off the bed, but he shoved his hand against my lower back, keeping me in place. His hand dragged the zipper at the top of my dress and yanked it down just above my ass.

I felt the panic start in my gut.

I was terrified.

I wanted to give in.

He yanked the dress off until I was just in my bra, my lower body completely vulnerable to his eyes. “Wow…look at that ass.” He climbed on top of me and kissed my spine, moving up until he reached my bra.

I closed my eyes even though that wouldn’t help anything. The reality of the situation wouldn’t stop even if I tried to shut it out. This was really happening. This fiend was licking my skin and kissing it like he owned it.