Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Let her go, Caesar,” comes a stern warning from Izaac as he steps in beside me, his gaze shifting between me and Annie while his security swarms around us. “Don’t throw it all away like this.”
“She’s done something with Tilly,” I tell him, knowing that with those few words, he’ll understand just how far I’m willing to take this.
“Fuck.”
He takes a small step back, giving me the all-clear to deal with this as I see fit. Rage tears through me like never before, and without hesitation, I close my fist as tight as it will go and watch the way Annie’s face turns blue.
I know what it’s like to have almost lost her once, and I won’t do that again.
Panic surges through her stare, and she starts to claw at my hand. “Caes . . . Caesar. I—”
“You have roughly nine seconds before you run out of oxygen and your body starts to give in, so I suggest you hurry up and tell me where she is before I send you to the grave alongside your son.”
She clenches her jaw, and even still on the brink of death, I see that need to put up a fight, but as the seconds start to tick by and her body screams for oxygen, realization finally dawns, and her gaze flicks across the VIP floor toward the private rooms. “Third . . . door,” she croaks out, her eyes growing heavy.
I pull her off the wall and throw her to the ground, not waiting to see if she is even capable of taking a breath beneath her crushed windpipe. I race across the floor, sprinting toward the third private room with a fierce desperation.
I hear Izaac heavy on my heels, calling out to his security behind him. “Detain her,” he demands, racing after me.
We reach the third door within seconds, and I don’t stop to try the handle. I simply barge straight through it, a wildness pulsing through my veins. My feet pound against the floor, breaking deep into the room as my gaze shoots around the room, taking in the three men assaulting my girl as she’s cuffed to the X frame.
One of them—a younger guy who I’ve seen hanging around—holds a whip, brutally cracking it against her waist, and judging by the raw marking across her soft skin, it’s not the first hit she’s received.
The second guy standing behind her at the X frame isn’t someone I know, but he’s someone who’s actively known for playing out rape fetishes. He has one arm locked around her chest, keeping her still as his fingers dive into the cup of her bra, roughly pinching her nipple. His other hand is at her hip, trying to tear her thong as she wildly bucks to get him away.
The third guy—Liam—is a friend I’ve known for a few years, and just seeing him in this room tells me that he has no idea that this isn’t a consensual act. He stands across the room, looking uncomfortable as he searches the wall of BDSM toys, but he’s a pleaser, and if this is what he thinks she wants, then he’s going to try and give it to her.
“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY WIFE,” I roar, racing toward Tilly as tears stream down her cheeks, soaking into the fabric that’s been tied over her mouth, taking away any hope for giving or denying consent.
All eyes snap toward me, and I see the relief in Tilly’s expression. The man holding the whip looks pissed to be interrupted. Rape fetish dude immediately steps back, not wanting the drama, while Liam’s hands instantly fly into the air. “What the fuck is going on?”
Izaac barges in behind me with a few of his security guards, and as I dive for the man with the whip, he races toward Tilly. “What’s going on,” I roar, taking the fucker to the ground and slamming my fist into his jaw, “is that she didn’t consent to this bullshit.”
I’m distantly aware of Izaac tearing the shirt off his own fucking back and covering Tilly as his guards detain the other men in the room. Others begin to free her from the cuffs around her wrists, all while my fists pummel into this asshole’s face.
“Whoa. No. No, no, no,” Liam says from across the room, his tone frantic. “You’ve got it wrong. This is what she asked for. No safeword. Rape fetish. She wanted to be degraded.”
My head snaps up just in time for two of Izaac’s men to grab the backs of my arms and pull me away from the unconscious asshole on the ground. “You really think that is what she wanted?” I demand, shrugging the guards off as I race to Tilly, just in time to catch her as the cuffs are freed from around her wrists. “Baby, are you okay?” I rush out, checking over her body, panic tearing at my chest.