Collateral Damage by Bianca Sommerland Read Free Book Online

Vince.
    Now, or I'll do it myself."
    I wanted to throw myself to my knees and beg Vince to send Cyrus away and do what he must alone. But I knew he wouldn't.
    He drew himself up and took a folding knife from his pocket. I tried to block him, but he batted my hands away and cut the collar of my sweatshirt. Then he dropped the knife and ripped the thick cotton.
    " Please ." I pressed my eyes shut as he removed the sweatshirt and then my jeans.
    "Vince . . . ."
    The hand in my hair loosened. I heard Cyrus step away. The bed creaked.
    Vince cupped my jaw and bent down to meet my eyes. "You will learn to do as I say."
    "Yes." I swallowed, unsure what the darkness in his eyes, in his tone, meant. "I will. Just don't—"
    "It's too late." He kissed me, a quick yet gentle brush of his lips over mine. "Don't make this worse."
    Worse? How can it get any worse? Tears clung to my lashes as I stared at his boots.
    His kiss, his kindness—without them I could shut down and simply endure. But with . .
    . .
    "Lie on the bed, and stretch your arms over your head." He reached around me to undo my bra. "Cyrus will hold you."
    And make this easy for you? I don't think so. I twisted away from him and covered my breasts with my arms. "No."
    "Nicole . . . ." Vince sighed and backed me into the bed. The cold, metal bed frame bumped my calves. "Don't be difficult."
    "Or what?" I let out a high-pitched laugh, locked my legs, and tried to hold on to my bra as he pried my arms apart. "You'll rape me?"
    "I won't rape you." He forced me onto the bed, catching my fist when I took a swing at him. "But if you keep fighting, you're going to get hurt."
    I did keep fighting, but, by the way he pinned my body and stretched my arms over my head, he didn't notice. Cyrus' legs extended to either side of me, and I felt him clamp onto my wrists.
    "Good girl." Cyrus lightly squeezed, but the words and the gesture didn't comfort me. They weren't quite mocking—just not genuine.
    My instincts screamed in response to his touch, the way they would to the approach of a feral dog. Get away!
    "Eyes on me." Vince peeled off my panties, tossed them aside, and then pulled out a black strip of fabric. He caught my eye, and his lips curved slightly in approval.
    "Now, bend your knees."
    Without waiting for me to obey, he leaned on my leg until it folded and then wrapped the fabric—Velcro—around my thigh, then my calf. He did the same to my other leg. Kneeling between my thighs, he pushed my legs apart.
    Suddenly I knew exactly what he was going to do. I tugged at my wrists. Tried to straighten my legs. No use. I gasped and shook my head. "Vince—"
    "Look. At. Me." He ran his hands up and down my inner thighs. The flesh around his eyes crinkled. "You will enjoy this. A strange kind of punishment, I know.
    But effective."
    His hands framed my pussy and his thumbs opened my outer labia, exposing delicate, wet flesh. That I was wet was punishment enough. Because he could see it and so could Cyrus.
    "Aren't you a little slut?" Cyrus laughed and repositioned himself so one hand was free to play with my hard nipples, yet more evidence that I was a slut. An easy, pathetic slut. Perfect for their little games. "I'm going to enjoy you."
    Vince slapped my thigh, and my hips jutted up. My nipples were numb to Cyrus'
    manipulations, as though the nerves there had shriveled up and died, but I was all too aware of Vince.
    "You're not looking at me." He lowered his mouth. Eyes on me, he gave my cunt a long, slow, lick. "Watch me. Feel. Only. Me."
    And I did. My mind took us away from there, put us in my apartment, where I brought men for no-strings-attached sex because it was my territory. Because nothing happened there I didn't want unless a guy wanted a face full of the mace I kept in the drawer with the condoms. I'd stripped quickly because I wanted this hot guy to fuck me. He was kinkier than most, tying my hands to the wooden spirals of my oak bed frame, but the knots were loose