Devil's Toy (Fallen Dynasty 2)

You’ll get yours, Devlin. As soon as I’m out of here, I’m going to make it my mission to destroy everything you love.

I won’t rest until they put you in a fucking cage and throw away the key.

You’re going to regret the moment you decided to follow in your father’s footsteps and come after the Cabots.

I’m no longer your captive, your submissive, or your toy.

When I’m done, you’ll be the one on your knees.

I heard a noise outside. My legs were wobbly, but I forced myself to stand. I could see a car in the driveway and it was a long black sedan with tinted windows. It definitely wasn’t one of Devlin’s cars. I had to go. I had to find my strength. All I had to do was put one foot in front of the other and then the nightmare would be over.

My mother’s journals.

I grabbed the bag and started walking to the door. I didn’t see Belle. That was probably for the best. I didn’t want to see her—not after she showed me so much kindness. I pulled open the front door and stared at the sedan. As I walked towards it, I quickened my pace. My walk turned into a run. A smile formed on my face.

Then I saw another car—one approaching in the distance.

Devlin. Fuck.

“Drive!” I jumped into the car and looked out the back window. “Go!”

“Go ahead. Let’s get out of here. We have what we came for.” A voice shook me to my core, and when I looked at the person sitting next to me, I realized it wasn’t Georgia—it was Connor.

“Where’s my sister?” I looked at the other seats and all of them were empty except for the driver.

“She couldn’t make it. She’s a bit under the weather.” Connor chuckled as the car started driving away. “What’s this that you have?”

“That’s none of your concern.” I clutched the bag close to my chest.

“Let me have a look.” Connor yanked the bag out of my hand.

“Those are mine!” I reached across the seat to grab them, but he turned so that I couldn’t get them.

“Books? No, you won’t need these.” Connor rolled down the window and dumped the bag.

“No!” I turned my head and watched as they all hit the ground along the driveway that led away from Devlin’s house. “You bastard!”

“You should be nice to me, Violet.” Connor turned in my direction. “I just saved you from Devlin Windsor. That’s the kind of favor that should be met with gratitude, not insults. Pardon me, if I don’t want any Windsor filth in my car.”

I balled my fists, but I choked back what I really wanted to say.

“Those were my mother’s journals.” My jaw tightened.

“Then they’re a part of the past.” He put his hand on my knee and patted it. “It’s best to look towards the future.”

“Don’t touch me.” I pushed his hand away from my knee.

Wait a second, we should have turned back there. Georgia’s house is in the opposite direction.

“Where are we going? We just missed our turn.” I looked over my shoulder.

“Oh, Violet.” He smiled and put his hand back on my knee, squeezing it so that I couldn’t easily push him away. “I’m in no hurry to get you back to my house—I think you need to show me a little bit of that gratitude first.”

Connor jerked my leg towards him—so hard that my head bounced against the side window as I was pulled out of my seat. He was on top of me in an instant with his forearm against my throat. I squirmed and struggled, doing everything I could to hit him, but he pinned my arms to the seat and pressed a knee to my inner thigh. He dropped all of his weight against my body and grabbed the front of my dress.

“Help!” I looked towards the driver, but he didn’t even turn his head.

“Nobody is coming to help you, Violet.” Connor shook his head back and forth. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment—you little fucking tease.”

“Get off of me!” I violently threw my body from side to side, but he was too heavy and strong.

“You gave yourself to Devlin Windsor—became nothing more than one of his little sluts. The least you can do is show me how good that pussy is.” He released his grip on my arm and backhanded me across the face so hard I saw stars. “I bet you didn’t even feel Devlin’s cock when he fucked you. You’re going to feel mine, Violet. I’m going to make you bleed.”

Connor grabbed my dress and bunched it around his fists and then I felt him tearing it off my waist. I screamed—cried out—begged him to stop—but all I got in return was another taste of his knuckles across my lips. My mouth started to fill with blood and I used it as a last line of defense—spitting it in Connor’s face. He hit me again. I was about to lose consciousness. He leaned forward and I felt his breath on my ear.