Take (Deliver 5)

There was no soul in the depths, no humanity or mercy as he silently commanded, Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.

How could something so evil be so enticingly, flawlessly beautiful?

She’d fallen for the devil’s trickery, and now she would pay the price.

Letting her muscles go slack in the restraints, she conceded. There was no escaping his intent, and she would need her strength for it.

“Let’s eat.” He lowered into the chair between her bound feet and filled his plate.

The meal was an eternal hell. The chewing, the leering, the laughter from discussions in a foreign language… They carried on while she slowly died inside. The one time she glanced down the length of her body, she found Tiago with a knife in his hand, cutting his meat and glaring at her pussy.

He was a psycho with the face of a model in a men’s fashion mag.

Please, make this end.

When utensils finally clattered to empty plates, Arturo started clearing the table.

Tiago turned to Iliana, his lips lifting in a chilling smirk. “Remove your clothes.”

A growl clawed up Kate’s throat, and she trapped it behind her lips.

Iliana rose from the chair, eyes smoldering as she slowly peeled away her shirt, jeans, and everything underneath.

No matter how hard Kate tried, she couldn’t look away. The woman had a body that wouldn’t quit, all hourglass curves, heavy breasts, and toned, tanned flesh.

She sashayed toward Tiago and wriggled her way between his chair and the table, blocking Kate’s view of what they were doing.

If he intended to hurt her by fucking Iliana in front of her, then… Yeah, that would do it.

Her hatred for him stabbed punishing heat through her veins, spawned from a jealousy that made no sense. She hated him too much to want him. She hated him for making her think that wanting him was even a possibility. She hated him for fucking with her head so thoroughly she didn’t know what to do or feel.

Don’t give up. How about that? Pull your sniveling shit together and stay strong.

There was nothing stronger than the human spirit. She needed to stop underestimating herself. She’d survived horrors worse than this. She’d obeyed Van’s countless rules and restrictions, watched him fuck Liv for weeks, and came out of that experience smarter and tougher than ever. She would survive this.

“Turn around and bend over the table.” His deep, husky voice sent her fingernails into her palms.

Iliana twirled in place and leaned into the triangle of Kate’s bound legs, with her nose right there, up close and personal.

Kate screwed her eyes shut, but her imagination choreographed Iliana’s ass in his face, his fingers between her legs, and his hard prick straining beneath his zipper.

In a burst of anger, Kate jerked her arms, her legs, and twisted her hips, fighting against the rope. Until a knife skimmed the curve of her throat.

She flinched, and her eyes flashed open, colliding with Arturo’s narrowed glare.

Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.

She swallowed a whimper and held herself as stiff as a board.

“Put your tongue in her cunt,” Tiago said to Iliana.

Kate’s mouth opened on a horrified breath, unable to silence the wheezing from her lungs.

Arturo inched back the blade just a little as Iliana edged closer, focused on her target.

Detestation curdled in Kate’s stomach. Iliana might’ve been following orders, but the woman was going to enjoy every second of it.

Refusing to watch, Kate closed her eyes again.

There was no build up. No easing in. Iliana stabbed her tongue inside, fast and deep, with a harsh suck of her lips. A scrape of teeth. A hungry moan. All of it rolled into a rude, nauseating open-mouth kiss.

Enduring the invasion wasn’t physically painful, but humiliation and helplessness built a searing pressure in Kate’s throat. Tears clamored in, burning their way across her vision and dripping down her face.

She opened her eyes and found Tiago staring at her from behind Iliana’s bent position.

Heat inflamed that vicious glare as he watched with an invasiveness that felt more penetrating than the tongue lashing inside her.

He was doing this, commanding this cruel molestation for his own perverted pleasure. His eye contact struck her with the severity of a fist. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t hear or feel anything but rage as a million rapid-fire heartbeats pounded into the space between them.

If she thought he had a heart, she’d been wrong. There wasn’t a hint of humanity or softness in the sharp angles warping the sick perfection of his face.

The slash of that hard mouth parted, speaking to Iliana without looking away from Kate. “Describe the taste.”

“Sweet. Lively. Heaven.” Iliana leaned up, blocking the view of Tiago as she met Kate’s gaze. “The essence of want-to-get-fucked.”

Bitch, Kate mouthed.

Iliana laughed, a tinkling sound of joy. She was in her happy place, stark naked between Kate’s legs, with her ass arched in his face like a cat in heat.