Break Me (22 page)

I was still wearing my tank top and pants from earlier, but I felt more exposed now, as if I was completely naked. The kisses stopped, but his hand continued to caress me, sliding down my side. His hand ran under my shirt and smoothed over my lower back.

He moved his hand from my back and ran it down over my ass. I jumped and cried out as he slapped it, sending a sharp pain throughout my body. “I knew you were awake.”

I opened my eyes and tears welled in them. “Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?” he taunted.

I swallowed. “Let me go.”

“Not gonna happen.” His hand grazed between my legs, and I whimpered.

Tears leaked from my eyes, and my heart pounded in my chest. “Why are you doing this?”

“I already told you.”

I took deep breaths as his hand continued to caress my body.

“I want you,” he whispered in my ear.

“Why?”

“Hmm…maybe because Sebastian wanted you or because you’re fucking hot and feisty. I haven’t really decided yet. Do I really need a reason to want you though? So fucking stop asking me questions.”

Turning my head to him, I frowned in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to understand. There’s nothing to understand.”

I tried to ignore the hand moving from my ass to my inner thigh. His touch was rough and painful, and I bit through the pain.

“You’re not like most women I’ve been with. You actually fight back, and it turns me on.” He said it so casually, as if it all made perfect sense now.

Oh God.
Maybe if I kept him talking, it would delay what I’m pretty sure he came in here for. “What, are you jealous of Sebastian or something?”

“No!” I felt a sharp pinch on my thigh, bringing tears to my eyes.

I cried out in pain and pulled on my restraints, the tape digging into my wrists and ankles. The pain receded, and I took deep breaths.

“I’m the one that told him about you. I’m the one that showed you to him. And then he goes and fucks it all up by fucking you.”

I didn’t respond. I had no idea what he was talking about. Sebastian was right, he’d lost his mind.

He stood up and paced the small room. “If he would have just stayed away, I could have had you to myself.”

Not on your fucking life, buddy.
I watched him walk across the room.

“But no, he swoops in and fucks you before I even had a chance.” His chest was heaving as he ran a hand over his shaggy hair.

“Did you really shoot him again?” Tears welled in my eyes, but I swallowed them back, not wanting to give Jose the satisfaction of causing me more pain.

My heart ached more at the thought that I would never see Sebastian again, but as long as he wasn’t hurt, I could deal with it.

He turned on me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Please, just let me know if he’s okay and I’ll…” I gulped. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

His eyes roamed down my body. Walking up to me, he grabbed my ponytail and pulled, tilting my head.

My neck strained against the rough angle, and my breaths came out in short gasps. Jose covered my mouth with his, forcing his tongue between my lips. The stubble on his jaw scratched and scraped at my skin as he invaded my mouth.

He groaned before releasing me. Looking down at me, he licked his lips. “You want to know if he’s okay or not? All right, I’ll tell you.”

My heart thudded against my chest as he leaned his head down and licked a path up my ear. “I fucking killed him. Sebastian is
dead
.”

Chapter 24

My eyes widened, fury flowing through my body. “You’re fucking lying!” I screamed.

Dead? Really? He can’t be dead. Oh God. No, please.

“Am I?”

“You can’t be serious. How could you?” The tears poured down my cheeks, and I couldn’t control them. The emptiness I felt in my chest was almost unbearable. The thought of never seeing him again or touching him, hearing his deep melodic voice wash over me or feeling his gentle caresses because he was dead tore at my soul.

At least if he was still alive, I’d have a chance. I could give him time and then hopefully he would come back to me. I sobbed harder and started to hiccup. To never see him again… Oh God.

“How?
How?
” Jose screamed. “I fucking did it for you! So then you and I can be together. He was just in the way.”

What he was saying didn’t make sense. “Why? Why do you want me? What did I ever do to you?” I sobbed harder.

“Why?
Why?
”

I couldn’t comprehend what was going on right then, so I lay my head back down and let the sadness flow through me.

“You fucking look at me when I’m talking to you, bitch!”

The breath was knocked out of me as I felt him jump on the bed, straddling me. He yanked my ponytail back and wrapped his other hand around my neck. A cry escaped my lips at the rough force.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jose moaned in my ear.

“No.” I swallowed but couldn’t get any more words out with the tight grip he had on my neck.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” he screamed, tightening his hold. “I know you like it rough. I heard the sounds you made when Sebastian fucked you. When he had his cock deep in your tight cunt. You’re a fucking whore, and I know you enjoy being fucked like one.”

I whimpered. My lungs tightened and constricted at the lack of air. “Please, you’re choking me.”

He ground his hips into me, and I felt an erection move against my lower half. Pulling at my restraints, I tried shoving him off me.

“I think you fucking like it.” His hand moved from my hair down to my waist and ran up under my shirt. Pushing his way higher, he forced his way under my bra, releasing my breast.

“God, you have fucking perfect tits.” He cupped my breast in his rough hand, massaging, pulling, and squeezing. He moved his hips against me, grinding into me as he pinched my nipple.

I cried out as sharp pain exploded through me.

“I fucking knew you liked it rough.”

My neck hurt from being tilted back for so long, and my lungs continued to burn.

He stopped moving against me and removed his hands from me completely.

Laying my head on the mattress, I gasped when my pants were pulled down to my knees.

“Oh, fuck. Now that’s an ass I could dive deep into.”

I whimpered and struggled against my restraints as the cool air washed over my naked bottom half. “Please. Don’t…oh God.”

Rough, calloused hands painfully messaged my ass cheeks, and then they stopped. “What the hell?”

I frowned in confusion.

“Why the fuck are there bruises on you? I’m the only one that should leave bruises on you,” he yelled. Jose rose on all fours and wrapped my hair around his hand, pulling my head back.

The back of my neck throbbed from the rough impact. “Please…”

“Did Sebastian finally beat you like I told him to? Or did he fuck you so hard he marked your skin?” He ground the words into my ear.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a deep breath. I saw the bruises after Sebastian had left me. They concerned me at first, making me think that I was a freak for liking it rough. No man ever tested my limits the way he had or made me lose all control, and I knew that he felt the exact same way with me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a fucking liar.”

I gasped as his fingers roamed over my core before entering me. The pain of them violating my unprepared body sent tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re dry and tight. Perfect for my cock. Good thing I like it raw.” He continued to thrust his fingers in me and licked up the side of my neck.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding when his fingers left me. Looking behind me, I saw him rise, grabbing something out of his pocket.

He tapped a cigarette package against his other hand before pulling out a smoke. He pulled out a lighter and flicked it, moving it in front of my eyes, teasing me. Bringing it back to him, he lit the cigarette that was now between his lips. He inhaled, and the glow from the ember lighted his face. Taking the white stick from between his lips, he exhaled slowly and leaned down, blowing smoke into my face.

Coughing, my eyes burned and teared up as the strong, putrid fumes filled my nostrils.

He laughed and sat back up.

I jumped at the sound of a knock coming from the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” he yelled.

“We have a situation,” a male voice said from the other side of the door.

“Fuck. Give me a minute.”

“Boss, Sebastian is on his way over.”

My eyes widened. Sebastian wasn’t dead.

Jose growled. “Shit. Leave. Now. Don’t let him fucking near here.”

My throat burned from the coughing, but I started laughing. My laugh turned hysterical, tears rolling down my cheeks.

He tensed above me. “What the hell?”

“I knew you were bluffing.”

“Oh?”

Through my laughter, I heard the sound of Jose flicking the lighter. My moment of happiness was short-lived when white-hot pain exploded from my inner thigh.

“Here’s something to remember me by, bitch.”

I screamed and tugged at my restraints as the blinding pain tore through my bones, the scorching-hot lighter marking my skin.

An evil chuckle bounced around the room as he got off me. Grabbing my chin again, he kissed me in between my cries.

I cringed as he licked the tears off my cheeks.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you cry. Next time, we won’t be interrupted. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll pass out from the pain.”

I whimpered.

He chuckled. “You’re going to fucking love it, my little
puta
.”

I jumped as he ran a finger over the burn, sending fresh pain through me. “Now you’ll never forget me. Every time you see the scar, you’ll remember me.” His voice lowered. “I’ll fucking be with you forever.” He let go of my chin, and I rested my head against the mattress.

A moment later, I cried out when a sharp pain erupted from my ass cheek. He fucking bit me.

“God, I fucking love your ass.” He pulled up my pants. “And I can’t wait to drive my cock into it.”

“Fuck you,” I said weakly.

“Oh, I plan on it,
cochina
.” He smacked my ass before heading to the door.

Bile rose in my throat at his words.

“Don’t wait up.” He laughed again as he left the room.

My head fell forward on the bed as I breathed through the burning pain coming from my thigh. He had burnt me. I couldn’t believe he fucking burnt me.

The pain lowered to a dull ache as I continued to think about what Jose had in store for me. How was I going to get myself out of this?

Oh, Sebastian, please come for me. Save me from this fucking nightmare
.

I heard noises coming from outside the room that sounded like yelling and then a door slamming shut. Sighing, I closed my eyes.

A moment later, my eyes startled open when something wet touched my hand. Turning my head, I stared into big brown eyes on a head larger than my own.

“Why, hello there,” I whispered. A large dog whimpered and whined, nudging at my hand.

“Aren’t you handsome?” I tried looking at the collar around the dog’s neck to find a name and saw that it said,
Malvado
.

I didn’t know much Spanish, but I did know that that word meant evil. “You’re not evil really, are you puppy?”

The dog started panting and licked my hand again, making me smile. A part of me thought maybe the dog was abused because I couldn’t imagine Jose loving anything except for himself, but the dog seemed happy so maybe he did.

Tears welled in my eyes. “Oh,
Malvado
. How am I going to get out of this mess?”

The dog nudged my hand. Sighing, I looked at my restraints.

Did Jose and the guys leave? Oh God, I hope that one guy didn’t come back, the one who wanted to play with me. Not wanting to find out, I set to work on getting out of my restraints. I would not give up. If it meant me getting hurt—or worse—in the end, at least I went down fighting. I had to be strong. I wasn’t sure how long Jose had kept me locked up, but hopefully it wasn’t long enough that people had started wondering where I was.

Brett and I may have had our differences, but I knew he would be worried, and I didn’t want that. I know Sebastian wouldn’t want me to give up, so I started pulling on the duct tape.

Starting with my right hand, I pulled and bit back the pain of the tape squeezing and scratching my wrist. My arm muscles burned and tightened against the excessive use as I continued pulling.

The bed started squeaking because of my movements, but at this point I didn’t care if anyone heard me. I was not letting Jose touch me again. Hope rose in my chest as my wrist made it halfway through the tape and then after what felt like forever, it slipped out.

Taking a deep breath, I waited a moment, and ran a hand down
Malvado’s
head. The dog licked my wrist and trotted out the door.

Happy tears ran down my cheeks as I clenched and unclenched my hand. It hurt but nothing too bad. I was more exhausted than anything. I looked at my other wrist and then back at my ankles, this was going to take awhile. With my free hand, I started ripping and pulling at the tape on my left wrist. It was easier to get my other wrist out, but when I looked at my ankles, I really had no idea how this was going to work.

I rose on all fours and fixed my clothes so that I was covered, cringing at the painful memories of Jose touching me. My pants rubbed against the burn on my inner thigh, and it stung.

Taking a deep breath, I stretched my legs so one was straight, pulling at the tape and bent my other leg so I could reach my ankle.

A bang came from outside, and I paused, heart beating against my rib cage. A cold sweat broke out on my skin at the possibility of getting caught trying to break free. Someone yelled, cursed, and with another bang, I was left alone in silence again. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to working on the tape at my ankles. It started to tear, and I quickly got it off me. Then I went to my other ankle, and as adrenaline pumped through my veins, the process of removing the tape happened much quicker.