I watch every painful catwalk she does in the lingerie, each piece just begging to be ripped off her. Gunner and Bear are laughing. I stare at them. Emmi appears a moment later and my eyes widen as I see her breasts being hugged by the bra, yet her nipples are exposed and begging for attention.“Did you bring it?” Gunner looks at Emmi. I try to ignore him, taking out my phone to send a message. I am breaking the rules, but I have to. Filling in the message and a code, I hit send. “Now, little kitten, give it to me.” I watch as Gunner holds out his hand, Emmi placing something into it.“What was that?” I look at Gunner.“Oh, you will see.” Gunner grins. I hear Emmi moan and the sound of vibrations, my head shooting around to look at her. Shit. I need to run.“I’m working.” Getting up, I rush out. Zane’s words have taunted me all day. Him talking about giving her freedom to fuck someone else. The lingerie, everything. I don’t want to give in. But, giving in to her is getting attached, s
I stay kneeling on the floor, wondering if he is going to come back and free me. My mouth and jaw hurt so much. I can’t complain though, I asked for it. I wiggle, trying to free my hands in any way I can. I just need one free. One hand, then I can get myself free and go to my room.The idea of been tied here all night isn’t good. Neither is the idea of one of the others finding me like this. Maybe that was his plan? Try to humiliate me so I’m scared away from him? If it is, it won’t work. I’ll make sure of it. I groan slightly, the rope rubbing against my wrists as I continue to fight to get free. Fucking assholes, all of them.I hear his laugh first, refusing to turn my head to look at him because my face feels awful. I know it must look awful too. I know my lips are puffy and so are my eyes, not to mention the fact I can still feel his release on my skin as well.“I guess I will free you.” His words are chuckled as I hear him walking to me. Kneeling behind me, his hands release the
I watch her all week, and I see Zane is craving to cuddle her, but he can’t. Dante is right. She went from that fiery woman to just anyone. She needs to remember that fire, keep it there to survive, as right now, if one of us were to kill a guy in front of her, I’m sure it would break her.She was so fierce that day, a real fighter, but she got comfortable too quickly. The pleasure seemed to mask that fire, and we all know it’s false. She isn’t her. Sure, she wants to explore, she wants sex, she wants that freedom. It was clear, though, after Dante and her willingly letting him do that, she wasn’t herself.“How much longer?” Zane looks at Dante.“Until she fights,” he says.“And if she doesn’t? Come on, Dante, I get it, but maybe this is going too far? Using her as a slave, and you can shout, but that look in her eyes is like Adelia’s that weekend.” I turn and look at Zane, shocked.“Which means she will soon scream and find herself again. She is a weakness. Right now, she is weak. Be
I sit like the good little Princess I’m meant to be. Although I secretly want to stand a table and strip while screaming fuck the Wolversons. The idea swirls around in my mind. I watch as Zane fights, and hell, he looks hot. Here he takes off his top like he doesn’t care what people think. No doubt because while it’s off, he’s almost killing men with his fists.Bear has just been walking around the room, avoiding me, and god knows where Dante and Gunner are. I look around me. I’m in just as much of a prison here as I was at home. If not worse, because they treat me like a damn slave. They went from looking at me with lust, need and smiles, to like I’m just another woman, as Bear said.So, they don’t want me. I feel the anger burning through as I watch Zane beat the second guy in the ring before someone pulls him out. A guy near the ring looks drunk, too drunk to notice who I am, right? My eyes go back to Bear, watching as he steps into the ring. I wait, watching as he begins fighting,
I know we pushed her, and hell, I am surprised it took her a week to fight back. But she still looks defeated. Maybe we did it the wrong way and should have tried something else?“I’m sorry, Emmi, we just didn’t want you to lose who you were. That fighter, the one with fire in her eyes. Don’t lose that side of you.” My hands wash across her skin.“I honestly thought you all hated me. Dante telling me I’m just another whore, Bear telling me I’m just like every other woman. You all calling me Princess, Gunner telling me I’m nothing more than a toy he is bored of.” Her head falls forward.“And me, I told you that you weren’t worthy for any man to touch.” I didn’t mean it. I had been arguing with Dante, pleading that he let us stop. That we just tell her. She was there and crying, and I felt like I had to cuddle her. So, I spoke to make her run from me. Then after I felt like a jerk and beat the crap out of men in the club to try to release that feeling.“I don’t know what to believe anym
I watch as Zane storms to his room, the door slamming as he does.“Think about this, Dante. If she does it, yes, she fucks us over. Killing her, though, is that really the right choice? Especially when it is clear she is helping Zane.” I agree it is fucked up, but to do that when Zane seems to be attached.“So what? We just forgive her and leave her living here? Pretend what she did meant nothing?” Dante asks.“No, I’m not saying that. Make her see, do something, I don’t know. Let’s see what she does with her mum next time she’s here. If she tells her, then I don’t know, punish her if you must, but make her aware she can’t stay here if she’s going to do it. Hell, tell her the truth about her mum! She’s fighting for someone who doesn’t even fucking care, and you’re being a jerk and helping.” Turning, I walk away. I tried staying calm. I know, though, this isn’t Emmi’s fault. This is her family.All of them, she is fighting to get back home, get freedom, and save her family without know
Today with my mum ended badly. I was so sure these guys were genuine, but if they were, why lock me up? Why not let me have freedom? They say it is to keep me safe but how safe is it really? They seemed to want to protect me from those guys, from that plan. Somewhere though, they still don’t want me here. I see it in Dante’s eyes. He still looks at me like he’s waiting for something.I feel like he’s waiting for the day I disappear, and he no longer has the burden of me. I know they didn’t want to marry me or have this burden. I thought I was doing well, then she mentioned Jamie, mentioned lying about them. I feel like I should fight my mum, but if I do, then what? I don’t even know. But hiding away won’t help. I need a drink, something to settle my mind. I feel awful. I should never have told her those things.“Killing her. Hell, even sending her back to her mum knowing her mum wants her dead and planned everything makes you worse.” I hear Bear’s words and a gasp escapes my mouth. My
I watch as Dante grabs her neck. Then, pulling her back in, he slams her into the chair. I jump up immediately.“Dante!” He can’t do this.“Fuck you!” she screams, spitting into his face.“Oh, you will wish I am soon, trust me.” He turns to look at us. “Get out.”Hell, I want to refuse, but that will start another argument. I look from him to her.“I said she wouldn’t die, and she won’t, out.”I feel her eyes on me, almost begging me to stay, but I simply nod and walk out. I know he won’t hurt her, not really anyway. Once I’m alone in my room, I sit back onto the bed, grab my laptop, and begin to work.I may as well work, I think, and I manage to focus until I hear a scream. Glancing to the door, I consider going to see her. But I decide otherwise and put on music as I continue. Working, though, isn’t easy. I glance towards the clock. It’s been two hours. As I leave my room, I hear a small scream, followed by a cry.But once I see her, my eyes widen. Somehow, she likes it. I shake my