Sold to Him
It’s as if listening to Costas talk about Trina opened me up to pain in more ways than one.
God. She must hate me right now. That lovely piece of womanflesh, he called her. I could slam his head into the wall for talking about my girl like that.
Because she’s so more than that to me. She’s the woman who saved me from this cold world I’ve been living in for so long. And how did I repay her for being this amazing presence in my life? I force her to take my dick in her ass, and pump so much semen into her that I see the sperm slipping from her bottom when that meathead dragged her away. She trusted me, and all I did was throw her away.
Yeah, I knew all the Club rules backwards and forwards. Hell, I even helped to write some of them. I knew very well that I was fucking up the whole time she and I were together.
Shit, I might as well have kidnapped Trina myself.
“Here. Take this.”
I come out of my stupor to see a napkin wrapped in ice waving in front of my face. Costas hands it to me with an unreadable expression on his face. “Don’t fuck up your hand for no good reason.” When I take the ice and put it on my hand, he walks away from me again. “You were as dumb as shit, Knight. But I’m going to do all I can to help you.”
“I’m not asking for your fucking help!” is my growl.
Costas doesn’t even flinch. “Of course not. But I’m going to give it to you anyway. You are one of us, despite your poor choices.” His green eyes glint at me. “You’ve always been a good guy who had pretty decent judgment until this girl suddenly appeared.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and paces a few steps away. “That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.” He pauses. “For your Trina.” Then he sighs. “Although, granted, there doesn’t seem to be much leeway in terms of the rules. You signed the contract. I’m sure you knew exactly what you were getting into when you dicked that virgin and stole her from our stables.”
“She’s not property!” I clench my fist in the ice pack. “You talk like she’s a horse or some barn animal. Fuck you, man. Fuck you.”
But Costas remains unmoved.
“You didn’t think that about the other girls though, right?” His knowing smile tells me I don’t even need to answer. “Anyways, sit tight.” He looks around the room, cool green eyes landing on a pile of Trina’s discarded clothes. “Obviously, you’ll be stuck here for a while.” Then he laughs before growing serious. “Wait for the right moment to make your move. When it comes, you’ll know.”
And then he’s gone. I hear the lock turn as Costas’s slow footsteps echo down the long hallway.
Silence echoes through the suite. And yet, all I can hear is Trina’s name. Her screams, begging me for help while I stood there like chump. Afraid of myself more than anyone else.
Grayson! Help me! Save me!
The ice crackles in the napkin and pulses coldly in my fist. Every muscle in my body clenches at the memory of her screams. I was supposed to keep her safe, and instead, here I am locked up like a caged animal.
Trina. My baby girl.
If I don’t get to her somehow, these last memories will haunt me for the rest of my life. So I’ve got to be ready. Like Costas said, my chance will come. And god help those assholes if they’ve so much as touched a hair on her head. Baby, hold tight, I growl in my mind. I’m coming … and this time, I won’t let you down.
Chapter 11
Trina
From somewhere far off, I hear the loud and persistent ticking of a clock.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The sounds are like hard knocking on a door in a brain. Sensing there’s something waiting on the other side that I don’t want to deal with, I try to resist the knocks. But slowly and steadily, they pull me up from my exhausted sleep. My eyes gradually open, lashes sticking together from the tears I cried before I fell asleep.
Tears?
Oh god. Tears. Yes. For Grayson and what he did to me. It all comes back to me in a terrifying flood.
Being in Grayson’s bathroom with his seed still swimming inside me, feeling so safe and adored, the water washing down my bare skin. I’d never felt more content, as if I belonged to someone who would never betray me like my parents did. Then the door burst open, letting in a monster who snatched me from my fairy tale and pushed me into a cold limo where I shivered with only a robe covering my wet skin.