A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters 3)

The love she felt for him, she questioned it daily. Whenever she had a quiet moment by herself, she couldn’t help but think of Preacher. It was easier when Reaper was with her because she would always force those feelings to the back of her mind where they had no chance to shine, but all alone, it was hard.

She couldn’t help but wonder where Preacher was, what he was doing. If he’d even forgotten her.

Glancing across the room, she caught sight of her reflection. Her hair had been dyed per Reaper’s deman

d. This wasn’t the first time he’d forced her to change her hair. Whatever Reaper wanted, he got.

Was it because he was growing restless?

Having a baby wasn’t all he expected it to be.

She missed Preacher and now, when she was alone, she could give herself a chance to think about all that she’d lost. It was impossible at times, but she dealt with it as she had to. There was no other way for her to deal.

Her life had become little boxes. The first box was her parents. She didn’t think about them, but she could imagine her mother laughing about her predicament. When it came to love and affection, Rebecca didn’t have it, not even a little bit. She would be loving the kind of pain and indecision she was facing, but that was her mother for her, and she’d come to accept that, not needing to think more about her mother. Bear, he’d made it abundantly clear what he thought of her and what all this meant to him. She didn’t have any family left, if she even had any to begin with. Her father wanted nothing to do with her and to be frank, she didn’t want to be near a man who thought of her as nothing more than a whore.

Next, Bishop. Her love for him was gone, replaced by an anger she didn’t even know she could feel. He’d done this. His own ego had pushed her into the arms of another man, and now, she had a child. Her life was in Reaper’s hands every second of every day and she also knew the monster who had taken her could come back. Reaper wasn’t a good guy. He’d hurt her in unimaginable ways and she wasn’t a fool to think he didn’t have some way of hurting her even more.

Then of course there was Preacher. She missed him so much there were times she couldn’t think straight because of it. Reaper never mentioned him and she tried desperately not to bring up his name because it always made her hurt inside.

Once again, she was protecting the feelings of another man rather than finding her own feelings. It sucked.

She frowned as she heard the front door click open.

Who would have a key?

None of Reaper’s men came to the house. It was part of his request the club stay permanently away from the house so she could have a normal life.

After leaving the bedroom, she made it to the stairs only to scream as two men she’d never seen before ran upstairs. She ran away, trying to go to the bathroom, but they grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back and slamming her against the wall, knocking her out.

****

Pain exploded as Robin opened her eyes to find herself tied up, her hands bound in front of her. She looked around but the pain in her head made her want to throw up.

“Well, well, well, look who’s awake. I have to say I thought you’d be out of it all day, and we couldn’t have that.”

“Please,” she said, her voice scratchy. “Let me go.”

“No, I’m not done with you yet. You see, I’m going to have fun with you.” He used the tip of his blade to run down her cheek and she sobbed as he got to her neck. “So pretty. I’ve got to have a taste.”

He moved between her thighs and it was then she realized her feet were tied, her legs spread open, and the skirt she wore was no protection against this man.

As he climbed on, she screamed.

“Go ahead. It just turns me on even more.” He pressed his cock against her core and she gagged.

This didn’t stop him though. Even as she begged him to stop and tried to fight. He didn’t finish until he was done.

****

The hours passed and the pain was more than Robin could bear. His men took turns to torture her, but the leader, whoever he was, he was the only one to rape her.

They smashed her foot with a hammer, and one man snapped her wrist. They punched and repeatedly kicked her, urinated on her, and when they probably thought she was close to death, they’d leave her shivering with no way to escape.

She thought she could take anything thrown at her. Whenever she felt like giving up, she’d think of Preacher. If she’d been with him, no one would have dared to even approach her.

Was it because of Preacher’s power she was attracted to him?

No, she was thinking about Preacher because she missed him. The only reason she was staying with Reaper was because of Bethany, and there was the guilt. Something she didn’t want to acknowledge. There was no real competition with her feelings. There was only one man she cared about. One man she loved more than any other, and he was gone, lost to her.