He viciously smiled, sticking out his tongue and licking it off.
“You taste good enough to eat. What do you think, pet? Do you want me down on my knees, devouring your pretty pink pussy?”
“Donovan will kill you if you touch me.” But would I be alive to see it? My chest ached almost more than my body.
“Donovan and I have shared many slaves. Where do you think he learned everything he knows? I taught him how to touch, how to lick, how to fuck and beat women into submission.”
“He’s nothing like you,” I spat.
“On the contrary—he’s worse than me. I wasn’t the one who killed my own father.”
“That monster deserved to die. He should have done it sooner.”
He rolled his eyes, gripping onto my mouth. “I thought you were smarter than you looked. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and Donovan is the spitting image of his father. Trust me, little one. I’ve seen what he’s capable of. He stole you, didn’t he? Mafia princess to the Sinacore family.”
I swallowed hard and let go, but not before he licked off the blood from the gash on my cheek he’d just inflicted.
“You’re such a pretty girl, much prettier than your mother was at your age.”
I jerked back. “You know my mother?”
He smiled, reminding me of a Cheshire cat. “Knew. I knew your mother.”
“What does that mean? Is my mother here too? Did you take her too, you fucking demonic asshole!”
He roughly pinched my cheeks, causing my lips to pucker. He crashed his mouth into mine with so much passion I thought he was going to rip my face off. Finally, he released me with a loud smack from his lips, pulling back to look me in the eyes as he licked more blood away.
“What do you want?” I gritted out, holding back the bile rising in my throat.
“What do I want? Hmmm…” he hummed. “I want a lot of things. But first, I want to be the one to break you by telling you the truth about who you really are.”
“Like I would believe anything you say.”
“I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. Let’s see … where should I start? From the beginning, I suppose, right? It’s always best to begin there.”
I didn’t stop him, and God help me, I wanted to know what he had to share.
Hit to my chest.
To my stomach.
To my leg.
“Ahhhhhh!”
“Yes! Scream all you want! No one can hear you, and no one’s coming for you like no one came for your mother!”
“What?” I asked through the agony I was feeling.
“You heard me. No one cared enough to save her life. Your family didn’t have to; they already had you. She gave you up willingly.”
My eyebrows lowered. “Gave me up? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your daddy…” he sang again in a high-pitched tone. “He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and one night during an auction, Donovan’s father shared your real mother with him.”
“What?! No! No! No!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! You’re a fucking bastard! Your mom was Donovan’s father’s slave for twenty-two years, and when she wound up pregnant, she begged, pleaded, on her hands and knees to her Master to not make her get rid of you. So Donovan’s father did the next best thing—he made a deal with your daddy. The Sinacores turned a blind eye to what we were doing in our business, and they got to raise you instead. With the woman you’ve believed to be your mother all these years when she’s not. Your mother was a slave who couldn’t suck cock to save her life, but that’s not why he killed her.”
My winded stare found his sadistic one. He was getting off on this, on breaking me.
They lied.
All this time, my whole life was nothing but a lie.
“He killed her because your mommy wasn’t very bright, and she decided to take it upon herself to try to gain her freedom on her own. When Donovan was ten years old, she sought out your daddy to help her and Donovan escape from the only life she’d ever known. How poetic, right?”
I sucked in a breath. My heart was shattering into a million pieces.
“Why do you think your family has made it their mission to stop human trafficking? They weren’t doing it for any other reason than to clear their fucking conscience. Your old man is a smart fucker; he knew Donovan’s father would find out what she was plotting. In my opinion, he signed her death certificate long before Donovan’s dad walked into that room and made Donovan hold that cat o’ nine tails that ultimately killed her. Your mom’s blood is on your father’s hands.”
Troy slammed my head into the metal X behind me as hard as he could, and instantly I saw stars. He knocked the wind right out of my lungs from the impact and his might alone. With a death grip over my windpipe, he pinned me against the X, not allowing me to properly breathe and catch my bearings.