the scream that fled from her lips.
“You order me to do things?” Kastor slapped her a second time, hard enough to bring a sheen of tears to her eyes. “You are delusional of your place in this world, whore.”
Roxi cried out, louder this time, when he hit her again. Maybe her wails would alert someone walking by. “Pplease, I—”
“Gag her,” Kastor commanded.
To Roxi’s horror, one of the goons stepped forward to do as he was told. He grabbed the blindfold from Brad’s unmoving hand then walked over to Roxi. He pried her jaw open, slid the strip of silk between her lips and tied the makeshift gag behind her head.
“I won’t be humiliated.” He reverted to speaking Greek, which didn’t hold a trace of foreign accent. His rage was even clearer in his native tongue. “My mother wants me to marry you. Marry. You. ” He repeated the words, stressing each one. “She has no idea you’re a dirty slut. But I know, and I won’t be played for a fool.”
When Kastor slapped both of her breasts at once, Roxi’s scream turned into a muffled groan through the silk gag. He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a feral smile as he shoved two fingers in her pussy. “This is what you wanted, no? This is what you’re here for.”
She yelped and arched her back, biting down on the gag. The sting of pain traveled through her inner muscles into her stomach. Whimpering, Roxi narrowed her eyes as she glared at Kastor.
She was used to strangers exploring her body, but she’d been blindfolded every time. Under Donovan’s watchful eye, their caresses were usually careful, their touches light. Being handled like this by Kastor wasn’t just terrifying, it was obscene.
He twisted three fingers inside her sex. She closed her eyes, but found being in the dark was even worse. She hated not knowing what was coming, or how far Kastor would go.
Brad could well be dead. The gallery was closed. And Donovan wasn’t coming to work.
“You belong to me now. I say what you can and can’t do.” He beckoned to his goons with a flick of his fingers and the men stepped closer. “Your body is mine to give to whoever I want. I can order them to fuck you, whore, and you’ll thank me for it.”
Tears leaked from the corners of Roxi’s eyes. God, how she wished she’d told Leann and Gabbi exactly where she worked, and what she did for a living. Maybe then there’d be a chance someone would come looking for her. But Leann had still been angry when Roxi left for work, and no one but her mother, half a world away, would even think to worry.
Her mother, who’d set her up with Kastor in the first place because she feared what a stranger might do to her darling daughter.
A sob caught behind the gag.
Kastor’s hand went to his belt. Terror settled like a swirling cyclone in Roxi’s belly. Nausea rose into her throat.
Tied up, she had no way to fight back. No chance at all to defend herself.
Donovan had promised to watch over her and keep her safe. So where was he when she needed him most?
* * * * *
Moderne was tightly locked when Donovan got there. Unease ran down his spine. The gallery should have opened to the public fifteen minutes ago.
The snow that had started as a light sprinkle earlier that afternoon had given way to a blizzard in the past hour, so Donovan wasn’t surprised at the lack of people beating down the door. He supposed Brad could have closed up shop on account of the weather, but that didn’t sound like something the gallery owner would do. From what Donovan knew about the financial state of the place, Brad needed the money. He wouldn’t miss an opportunity to sell a piece just because of a little snow.
Donovan rang the bell then pounded the thick wooden door with the side of his fist. No one answered. He couldn’t even be sure anyone was inside, except that the fresh snow swirling around him hadn’t completely obscured the footprints that had been there when he arrived. He could make out five individual
“You order me to do things?” Kastor slapped her a second time, hard enough to bring a sheen of tears to her eyes. “You are delusional of your place in this world, whore.”
Roxi cried out, louder this time, when he hit her again. Maybe her wails would alert someone walking by. “Pplease, I—”
“Gag her,” Kastor commanded.
To Roxi’s horror, one of the goons stepped forward to do as he was told. He grabbed the blindfold from Brad’s unmoving hand then walked over to Roxi. He pried her jaw open, slid the strip of silk between her lips and tied the makeshift gag behind her head.
“I won’t be humiliated.” He reverted to speaking Greek, which didn’t hold a trace of foreign accent. His rage was even clearer in his native tongue. “My mother wants me to marry you. Marry. You. ” He repeated the words, stressing each one. “She has no idea you’re a dirty slut. But I know, and I won’t be played for a fool.”
When Kastor slapped both of her breasts at once, Roxi’s scream turned into a muffled groan through the silk gag. He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a feral smile as he shoved two fingers in her pussy. “This is what you wanted, no? This is what you’re here for.”
She yelped and arched her back, biting down on the gag. The sting of pain traveled through her inner muscles into her stomach. Whimpering, Roxi narrowed her eyes as she glared at Kastor.
She was used to strangers exploring her body, but she’d been blindfolded every time. Under Donovan’s watchful eye, their caresses were usually careful, their touches light. Being handled like this by Kastor wasn’t just terrifying, it was obscene.
He twisted three fingers inside her sex. She closed her eyes, but found being in the dark was even worse. She hated not knowing what was coming, or how far Kastor would go.
Brad could well be dead. The gallery was closed. And Donovan wasn’t coming to work.
“You belong to me now. I say what you can and can’t do.” He beckoned to his goons with a flick of his fingers and the men stepped closer. “Your body is mine to give to whoever I want. I can order them to fuck you, whore, and you’ll thank me for it.”
Tears leaked from the corners of Roxi’s eyes. God, how she wished she’d told Leann and Gabbi exactly where she worked, and what she did for a living. Maybe then there’d be a chance someone would come looking for her. But Leann had still been angry when Roxi left for work, and no one but her mother, half a world away, would even think to worry.
Her mother, who’d set her up with Kastor in the first place because she feared what a stranger might do to her darling daughter.
A sob caught behind the gag.
Kastor’s hand went to his belt. Terror settled like a swirling cyclone in Roxi’s belly. Nausea rose into her throat.
Tied up, she had no way to fight back. No chance at all to defend herself.
Donovan had promised to watch over her and keep her safe. So where was he when she needed him most?
* * * * *
Moderne was tightly locked when Donovan got there. Unease ran down his spine. The gallery should have opened to the public fifteen minutes ago.
The snow that had started as a light sprinkle earlier that afternoon had given way to a blizzard in the past hour, so Donovan wasn’t surprised at the lack of people beating down the door. He supposed Brad could have closed up shop on account of the weather, but that didn’t sound like something the gallery owner would do. From what Donovan knew about the financial state of the place, Brad needed the money. He wouldn’t miss an opportunity to sell a piece just because of a little snow.
Donovan rang the bell then pounded the thick wooden door with the side of his fist. No one answered. He couldn’t even be sure anyone was inside, except that the fresh snow swirling around him hadn’t completely obscured the footprints that had been there when he arrived. He could make out five individual
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