"I love a good fight. But that was for disobeying me. I will taste your c.u.n.t. I will have you suck my c.o.c.k. The more you fight, the harder I'm going to f.u.c.k you, babe."

He grabbed hold of my knees and pushed my legs apart then grabbed hold of my ankle and tied it to the foot end of the bed with his shirt. I used every ounce of my strength to fight it, but he knocked my wind out with his elbow. He was just too strong. My legs shook from the exertion and my whole body trembled with exhaustion and fear.

Repeating it with the other leg, he tied me down so that I lay spread-eagled. His eyes raked my body, staring at my p.u.s.s.y. Daemon smiled down at me.

"I do believe that is the most beautiful c.u.n.t I've ever seen. And I've seen many." His finger traced over my p.u.s.s.y lips, causing me to squirm. He licked his index finger and circled my c.l.i.t. Slowly. Purposely.

"The caramel color of your skin. The way your p.u.s.s.y is swelling under my fingers. I think you like what I'm doing, don't you?"

I shook my head, biting into my bottom lip. Why the f.u.c.k was my p.u.s.s.y responding to his touch? Why was my body doing this to me? I hated this man and everything he stood for, yet I could feel myself getting wet. It was so wrong. Shame washed over me.

Cobra, please come back. Please stop this from happening.

Two fingers plunged inside me. My whole body jerked in response.

"Jesus, you love being f.u.c.ked. My brother is a lucky man to have such a responsive woman."

He brought his fingers to his lips and licked my juices off. His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. "This is what my brother has every f.u.c.king day? You taste so f.u.c.king good, baby. No wonder he guards you like he does. I'd fight for this p.u.s.s.y too."

"Daemon, stop. Don't do this. It's not right. Cobra is your twin, for G.o.d's sake."

"We've shared everything. The womb we were born from, my mother's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Toys, clothes, and girls before you came along. Why not the same woman? I want what Cobra has. I want you."

"Never. You can never have me. You can do to my body what you want, but you will never have my heart. That belongs to Cobra. Always has, since I was eleven. Nothing will change that. Not even how my body responds to you. It means nothing."

"Nothing? Your f.u.c.king c.u.n.t is wet and you think it's nothing? I'm going to make you f.u.c.king c.u.m in my mouth, baby. Tell me that's nothing."

He dipped his head between my legs and took one long lick over my p.u.s.s.y. At first I fought him, shaking like a leaf as his tongue worked on my c.l.i.t. It seemed to spur him on even more, his hands gripping my hips to hold me still as he ate my p.u.s.s.y like a starved man. I closed my eyes and went to another place. A faraway place on the back of my husband's bike, the wind in my hair, his heart beating under my palms.

"c.u.m, Alessandra. I command you."

I laughed as tears fell from my eyes and ran into my hair. "Never. I can't come just because you're between my legs. You don't understand, do you? It's not just s.e.x . . . or f.u.c.king. I love Cobra. I love him with all my heart. I can only come when it's him, because it's him. I come because I love him and I give it to him, not because he commands me."

"Your body likes me. Your p.u.s.s.y is wet. You can't deny it."

I screwed my eyes shut, squirming at his words.

"No. I don't love you."

"Well, my f.u.c.king c.o.c.k loves you."

The mattress dipped again as he moved up the bed. His fingers tangled in my hair, jerking my head around. My eyes flew open when I felt his weight on me. He'd straddled my body and his c.o.c.k was mere inches from my face. Hard. Throbbing. Pre-c.u.m glistening in the light.

"Suck me, b.i.t.c.h. I wanna come in your mouth and over your t.i.ts."

I clenched my teeth and pressed my lips hard together. No way in h.e.l.l was I taking his c.o.c.k in my mouth.

"Playing hardball again, huh? I love when you make me use force, baby. Makes me even harder for you. You are f.u.c.king perfect, you know?"

I snorted through my nose. I'd had enough. The leather bit into my wrists as I tried to break free from the restraints of the belt.

Voices from beyond the door became louder as they got closer. Maybe if I called out they'd come and help me. Ryder. The sound of his familiar laugh gave me hope. He'd save me and protect me. Get Daemon off me.

Two hands closed around my throat, squeezing hard so that stars flitted across my vision. "You're not going anywhere. And neither will you call for help."

Dizzy and struggling to breathe, I could hardly make a sound. The voices faded away again. Panic flooded my body. Daemon was too smart. He'd strangle me before he'd get caught.

Daemon chuckled low and menacing. "You will suck my c.o.c.k for even thinking of calling out." His thumbs pressed against my air pipe until the room was spinning.

"What will it be? Suck my c.o.c.k or die? Either will give me great pleasure. The look in your eyes as you struggle for your last breath will make me come over your t.i.ts anyway."

I shook my head, even though it took all my strength. "I'd rather die," I rasped.

"Really?"

"You're f.u.c.king sick," I gurgled, feeling as if I was about to pa.s.s out. If only I would, it would be so much better. Daemon was far from done with me. The fire in his eyes burned like a demon's.

Gripping my hair, he pulled my head back just as he released my throat. The air I sucked into my lungs burned all the way down. When would this nightmare end?

He slid down my torso until his c.o.c.k was at my entrance.

"Christ, that was so f.u.c.king hot. You've made me want to f.u.c.k you again." He pushed in all at once, filling me to the hilt, pounding into me like a madman. I just lay there, bracing my body as I took the a.s.sault, my mind numb and blank.

His mouth came down on mine, brutal in its onslaught. He tried to force his tongue between my lips. I gripped his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down hard.

"f.u.c.k," he groaned, licking the blood from his lip. "I love a good fight. You drive me f.u.c.king wild, babe."

I couldn't win.

He loved it. Every excruciating moment of my h.e.l.l was his pleasure.

I didn't even flinch when he pulled his c.o.c.k out and tugged until he came all over me-my stomach, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, my face. His smell so strong all I could think of was how I was going to get rid of it once he was gone. Before Cobra came back. If he ever came back.

A shiny steel blade caught my eye. A knife. Where had that come from?

I was beyond tears. Ready to die.

Nothing this despicable man could do to me could hurt me any longer.

"This is our little secret. Yours and mine. Ever since I laid eyes on you I've wanted to f.u.c.k you. Now I have. Pity you married the wrong brother."

He kissed the blade as he stared into my eyes.

"If you breathe one word of this to anyone, I'll make sure Cobra dies. I'll carve him up slowly and watch him bleed. In fact, I'll make you watch, too. And while he takes his last breaths I'll tell him what happened tonight so that his last thought is of me f.u.c.king you. You want that, babe?" His hand ran down my body and cupped my breast, squeezing hard until I flinched. "And your momma back home will have her life ended too. You don't want to be the cause of their deaths, do you?" Sneering, he tugged my nipple roughly between his fingers then twisted it, shooting pain through my body. He ran his knife along my skin, sc.r.a.ping over it with the blade.

"I should take a nipple to remind me how hard you got for me." His eyes glistened with madness as he circled the point of the knife around it.

"I do so love big brown nipples. I should take both."

No begging. Don't say a word. It'll only edge him on.

The knife sc.r.a.ped its way up my chest and came to rest against my throat. He used just enough pressure to make me aware of the sharpness of the blade without piercing my skin.

Stunned, I watched him lift off the bed and slice through the leather belt.

"If you make a sound I will cut you. Don't make me f.u.c.king do it."

Daemon didn't make idle threats-I'd witnessed his blackened heart too many times to believe any different. This night was the blackest of all.

I'd sob but I had no tears left. Instead, my whole body retched as I lay on the bed, convulsing as if I was going to throw up.

"You're no good to me any longer tonight. But in future, keep your door unlocked when you want more of my c.o.c.k. And maybe I will teach you about knife play, too. I think you'll like it. It makes f.u.c.king so much more exciting."

He placed the icy blade on top of my p.u.s.s.y. Although my arms were free and I longed to rub the pain from my wrists, I lay still as he untied my legs. I wanted to kick him in the b.a.l.l.s, wanted to scratch his eyes out. Spit on him. Cut his d.i.c.k and feed it to the dogs.

Put the f.u.c.king knife through his heart for what he's done to me.

Instead, I lay still and waited, holding my breath. If I did nothing, maybe he would leave. Fighting a man like Daemon was suicide.

And murder.

I had no doubt in my mind he would keep good on his threats. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, soft and gentle, as a lover would.

"Till next time, babe. Dream of me."

Chapter 33 - Mia.

The moment he left the room, I jumped up in spite of my legs nearly folding under me and locked the door. The devil himself could come knocking-I wasn't opening that door to anyone. Not even my husband. Where was he when I needed saving? Where was he now that I needed someone to help me?

I stumbled to the bathroom and made it just in time to throw up. Cold sweat broke out on my skin as I sat on the cool tiles, naked, trembling, and unable to process what had just happened. Would I wake up soon and find it was all a bad dream? I hope so.

I crumbled into a heap on the floor, letting my burning cheeks cool against the icy tiles. The odor of his c.u.m smeared over my body floated to my nostrils and filled me with dread. What if Cobra came back and found me like this?

He'd bash down the door if he knew I was inside and I didn't open it. I was fooling myself if I believed I'd keep him out by turning a key in a lock.

I dragged myself to my feet and felt Daemon's c.u.m run down my leg as I got into the shower, turning on the hot water tap only. I wanted to burn him off my skin. Remove every trace of where he was and where he'd touched me.

I soaped up my hands and washed between my thighs. Rinse. Repeat. Again and again.

I wanted every drop of him out of me, yet I could still smell him even though my skin had turned red from the scalding water.

Daemon had planted his seed deep inside me. Instinctively I could feel it, alive and strong. What if I got pregnant? It was my fertile time. Cobra and I had been trying for months. What if it happened tonight? Oh G.o.d, please no.

Not that.

Standing there until the water ran cold, I closed the taps, stepped out shivering and wrapped a towel around my battered body. There wasn't a tear left in me.

Back in the bedroom, the strong aroma of s.e.x and sweat lingered. I threw open the windows and stripped the sheets off the bed. I rolled them into a ball and shoved them into the farthest corner of the cupboard to be dealt with later.

I always kept a spare set of sheets in the cupboard. My husband liked f.u.c.king me all night long, and a change of sheets was normal come morning. As I tucked the corners of the clean sheets under the mattress, my mind raced at a hundred miles per hour.

What to do? If I told Cobra everything that had happened, he'd kill Daemon. Not that the f.u.c.ker didn't deserve it. He did. He deserved his b.a.l.l.s to be cut off one by one for what he'd done to me. But I couldn't risk it. Daemon wasn't called Demon for no reason. I feared that he'd kill Cobra and make my worst nightmare come true.

The truth was, I didn't want a life without Cobra. What I'd endured was nothing compared to the h.e.l.l I'd live if he died. I had no doubt that Daemon would force himself on me again. Technically, I was an illegal immigrant in this country. After the way I left, I could never return home. I was screwed.

He'd use that against me. He'd make me his wh.o.r.e.

The man knew no compa.s.sion or remorse. He was the worst kind of human being. A monster.

There was only one thing to do. I had to push it from my mind. Daemon had used my body, but he'd never reach my heart or my soul. I just had to make sure that it didn't mess with my mind and I'd be okay. The biggest revenge would be to act as if nothing had happened. Daemon wanted me to freak out. He was just waiting for me to crumble and tell Cobra what had happened. It was his way of drawing Cobra into a fight that he thought he couldn't lose.

But if I never gave him that fight? It would mean that I'd won. I would have taken his power away from him. He was counting on retribution, not on indifference.

I never told Cobra. Instead I did three things. First, I found the gold cross in my jewelry box, the one my mother had given me for protection, and swore never to take it off again.

Secondly, I learned how to use the gun Cobra had bought me years ago that had been gathering dust in my bottom drawer. I'd always laughed it off when he'd asked me about learning to use it, telling him that since I had him and the boys at the club to protect me, I didn't need a gun. How wrong was I? I'd never make that mistake again. Cobra was pleased that I'd come to my senses, and he bragged to everyone, including his twin, how good I was at handling it. There was no better teacher than fear and determination. I learned how to work my new best friend like a pro and I made sure everyone knew that I slept with it under my pillow. Especially when my husband was away or on a ride.

And third? I f.u.c.ked my husband's brains out after he came back the next morning. No arguments; no accusations. Wild make-up s.e.x that lasted for days put such a smile on Cobra's face that made hardly being able to walk all worthwhile.

And I prayed. Day and night I sent prayers that Cobra's sperm was stronger and faster than Daemon's. If I were to fall pregnant, it would be my husband's child. It had to be.

Cobra had always been first. This time it had to be true, or I was screwed.

Chapter 34 - Cobra.

How could I explain to my wife that every time I looked at her I saw my own failure? If I hadn't been a jerk and left her that night, none of this would've happened.

"I'm so f.u.c.king confused. I wish that I could erase everything that happened that night. But that would mean Jamie would never have been born and I love that boy. I love him as if he were my own child." I didn't mean to sound bitter, but the words came out all wrong.

Mia had battled to conceive with me for months, to the point where we were watching her cycle and doing crazy things to get her pregnant. One of them was f.u.c.king like rabbits for all the days of her fertile cycle. The memory of her lying on the bed after we'd f.u.c.ked with her a.s.s raised and supported by pillows while her legs were propped up against the wall nearly made me smile. Instead, I grimaced as it twisted a knife into my heart. It never helped-just over a week or so later she'd have her period and cry all night in my arms.

How could I tell her how inadequate it made me feel that after Daemon f.u.c.ked her one night she was carrying a baby? His baby. Even though I didn't know it at the time.