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Lainey
“Stop it!” Brendan looks like he’s in physical pain as I finish detailing how I nearly died. Remembering the horror of that night and the extent of the injuries he left me with fills me with fear and loathing. I hate him. I wish he would disappear, so I don’t have to think about any of this ever again.
“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE!” he yells at me, his tone full of pleading.
“Why not?” I ask him with spite. “If I can talk about it, you should be able to hear about it.”
His reaction has thrown me. If I didn't know better, I’d assume he felt bad for what he did to me.
“I was the person who was hurt, not you. You should know what you—” My words end when he grabs my cheeks, squeezing my lips together to stop me from speaking.
“You wouldn’t listen. You brought it on yourself by seeing him. By taking a job with him. I knew you wanted to leave me even after I told you I loved you.”
I think I’ve shaken his faith in his own actions by documenting my injuries when he can see the resulting scars. He’s shaking as he gives me his panicked excuses. Letting go of my face, he kisses me gently. Moving from his sprawled position next to me, he covers me with his body, forcing himself between my legs and settling his erection at my entrance. I squeeze my thighs shut, trying to buck him off me, but my aching body and inability to use my arms makes it impossible.
“Get the hell off me, Brendan,” I yell at him. “Why would you think that I’d want you to touch me after what you've done to me?”
Pulling my body away from him using my cuffed hands and the bed frame, I hold my exposed body as far from his probing erection as I can.
“Darling girl, I’m going to make both of us forget all about the pain and hurt.” Brendan groans as he thrusts against me. As usual he ignores what I want, concentrating only on himself. “We can start fresh right now. Be mine again. I love you, Lainey, I always have. If you listen to me, you won't ever get hurt again. I promise.”
Kissing me with persuasive need, Brendan softly kneads my breasts as he moves against me. He’s rubbing his length against my entrance and my clit, and I know he is not far from penetrating me. My body braces itself for the inevitable pain while my mind’s screaming in panic at me to find a way to stop this. Somewhere in the back of my thoughts I register that this is the gentlest he’s ever been with me. An unorthodox plan forms in my mind.
“Oh, Brendan.” Moaning against his lips, I open my mouth to grant him access. He stills for a moment with obvious shock before he resumes his assault on my mouth. His rubbing against me is forgotten for the moment. Closing my eyes so I don't have to see his evil face—and sending a silent prayer into the universe that Mik will forgive me—I kiss Brendan back with every ounce of desperation I can find.
“Lainey, baby ... oh, you feel so good.” He moans as he resumes moving, dropping his head to suck my nipple. Vomit rises in my throat, but I swallow it down. I need to get through this.
“Let me touch you Brendan ... please?” Gasping in fake pleasure as he moves to lick my other nipple, I make a show of pulling against the handcuffs.
“What?” Brendan looks up sharply, his expression filled with suspicion. When I flex my hips against his, he moans in response.
“I want to try this your way. No fighting. No pain. A fresh start.” I look him dead in the eye and pray he’ll believe me.
“You’re playing games, aren’t you?” He grows angry. My heart pounds in anticipation of him lashing out at me.
“No. No, I’m not. I know we’re going to do this whether I want to or not, so I want to try it without fighting. We’ve never done it without pain and anger. I want a fresh start. I know I can’t go anywhere, so what do you have to lose by letting me try?” I ask him, widening my eyes with feigned innocence. I puff out my exposed chest. He can't stop himself from glancing down.
Score one for the handcuffed woman.
“Baby, you have no idea how happy this makes me.” The madman actually grins at me. I fervently hope my plan works because I don't think I can go through with what I’m suggesting. “If you try anything, you’re not going to like the consequences.”
I try not to roll my eyes. How many times can one man threaten the same thing before he gets bored with it?
Reaching into the top drawer of the bedside table, he retrieves the key to the handcuffs with a grin, apparently satisfied that I understand his threat. He uncuffs me, hanging one of the cuffs back on the bed frame, throwing the key over his shoulder onto the floor at the end of the bed when he's finished. Sitting in front of me, he pulls me by my arms into a sitting position between his legs. “Kiss me. Touch me,” Brendan commands.
I take a deep breath and pray that I can pull this off. My heart lurches at the thought of willingly touching him, but I can’t let him violate my body again if I can find any way to avoid it. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his. He kisses me back, pushing me hard against him with one hand behind my head and the other around my waist. Visualizing Mik’s rugged face, I put everything I have into kissing Brendan. I suck his tongue and his bottom lip before moving to nibble the cords in his neck. My hands grasp his biceps and I press my naked chest against his. Moving my hands down his sides and across his abs, I grasp his erect, pulsing shaft in my hands.
It’s an inappropriate thought, yet I can’t help but notice that he really does have a nice body. It’s a total shame, considering it’s wasted on a complete psychopath. Once upon a time I was attracted to him, but now he repulses me.
“Fuck,” he groans, an uncustomary curse word falling from his mouth.
I work him up and down with my hands, his body shuddering in response. This is the first time I’ve ever touched him like this, and he swells in my hands as if he’s about to come already.
“Turn around, Brendan. Lean against the bed for me. Get comfortable and let me give you pleasure this time,” I whisper against his lips as I move my head back to kiss him again, still working his cock with one hand while I gently knead his balls with the other. Tricks that I learned from Mik.
He eyes me as if he knows I’m up to something. I smile at him and kiss him again. Letting go of his erection after giving his balls one last squeeze, I fake reluctance when I move away from him. “It’s okay. Stupid idea. You probably hate what I’m doing anyway.”
Gazing at him through lowered lashes, I raise my hands as if I’m surrendering. My heart races faster in anticipation. This is either going to go the way I want it to, or I’m going to end up in serious pain when he lashes out at me. His temper can turn on a dime, I learned the hard way a long time ago.
“No, Lainey. I love it.” He moves toward to the head of the bed and I scramble out of his way, ignoring the protests of my aching body. He places himself upright, leaning against the bed frame.
“Thank you,” I tell him before I move between his legs. Placing my legs over his, I expose my bare pussy to him. He gazes at it with lust, reaching forward to stroke my clit. Mewling in faux pleasure, I throw my head back and just barely contain my need to pull away from his touch.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, self-satisfaction evident in his voice.
I lower my head and nod. He grins broadly back at me. In reality, Brendan has absolutely no clue how to get me off since he’s never bothered to learn. It takes all my mental capacity not to roll my eyes at his ridiculousness.
“My turn, Lainey baby,” he commands, moving his hands away from me after a few more strokes. Well, that was quick. He fists them at his sides, and my body jolts in excitement at his position.
“You’re really sexy sitting there like that,” I tell him as I reach for his erection, working it with my hands again. Leaning forward, I lick each of his nipples before sucking the left one in time with the attention I’m giving his cock. He leans his head back and closes his eyes.
This is my opportunity.
Moving down Brendan’s body, I gather myself onto my knees, ready to spring when it's time. Bending forward, I take his cock into my mouth. Unfortunately, my gag reflex engages when my mind rebels at what I’m trying to do.
“Too big for you, angel?” Brendan leers down at me. Bloody narcissist. I nod at him, hoping that he doesn’t change positions. He isn't that big—especially in comparison to Mik. Not that I think he's small either. Who knows? I’ve seen two cocks in my life, so I'm not an authority.
“I’ll get used to it.” I giggle, pretending to be the eager-to-please airhead he would love me to be. He smirks, and I feel him throw his head back against the bed frame as I take him in my mouth once more. This time I don’t gag, so I start sucking him up and down. I pull out every trick I have, quickly making him groan. He thrusts his hips in time with my rhythm, his head hasn’t moved, and his eyes are closed in enjoyment.
“Oooooh Lainey, I’m gonna come,” he groans.
Feeling him twitch in my mouth, I pick up the pace. When I feel him start to spurt, I pull my mouth off his cock, and using one hand to continue his ejaculation, I slap the open hand cuff shut around his closest wrist with my other hand. Springing off the bed as quickly as I can, I make sure I'm out of arm’s reach before he registers what I've done.
“WHAT THE FUCK? YOU BITCH!” he roars at me, his ejaculation forgotten.
Moving after me, he’s forced to a halt only an arm’s length from the bed when the handcuff pulls tight. It’s quite comical when he glances at his tethered arm and then back at me in disbelief. His cock is still standing at attention, looking painfully erect. Straining to get to me again, the rage that fills his expression when he realises he can’t reach me brings the first real smile to my face that I've had since I left work this afternoon.
I’m safely out of his reach. For now.
“You might wanna finish that off. Can’t have you getting blue balls now, can we?” I point at his stiff cock and his tight, drawn-up balls. Giggling like a kid in a candy store, I pick the handcuff keys off the floor at the end of the bed where he so carelessly threw them. When I wave them at him, he strains against the handcuffs again.
“You’re going to regret this when I get hold of you, my dumb slut. Enjoy your little power play while it lasts. There's no way for you to leave.”
Brendan stares at me, eyes full of malice. I hope like hell that the bed frame holds until I can work out how to get out of here. He takes a seat on the bed, staring at me through narrow, hate-filled eyes. I ignore his threats as I take off his stupid jewelry and put mine back on.
Grabbing my clothes off the floor, I start to dress. Unfortunately, I find that they’re too tattered to wear, so pulling Brendan’s drawers open, I search for something of his to cover my nakedness. It’s not ideal but needing to wear his clothing to get out of here is the least of my concerns.
Going through his drawers, I find a wooden rectangular case. Pulling it out, Brendan’s sharp intake of breath tells me that he doesn’t want me looking in the case. It’s unlocked, so I open it, finding a nice, shiny handgun with two full magazines. “Well, looky here....” I drawl.
I pull the handgun out of the case and expertly insert the magazine. Sighting it at Brendan makes apprehension flit across his features. I can handle many different types of weapons, and he knows this. Feeling more confident now that I’m armed, I find a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to wear. My bra is still viable, so I put it on under his T-shirt, but I'm left going pantyless since he ripped them off me hours ago. Pointing the gun at him again, I fix a crooked smile on him. “Oh, don’t be scared. I’ll only hurt you if you don’t promise to leave me alone once I leave here. If you promise to leave me and everyone I love alone, I won’t have to hurt you.” I mimic the stupid demands he used to make of me.
I don't mean a word of it. I know that once Dad and Mik find me, there’s no way Brendan’s getting out of this alive. Part of me feels sick at the idea of causing someone's death, but a bigger, more logical part knows this will never be over until one of us is dead. I'd much rather it be him than me.
“Why would I do that, now that I know how well you can suck cock?” Brendan sits on the bed like a king on his throne. He’s so arrogant that he misses that I’m being sarcastic.
“How are you going to explain the taste of my cock in your mouth to your biker scum?” he questions. “I should remind him about all the good times we had before he got my sloppy seconds. I should tell him how you used to scream with pleasure and cry with ecstasy. How you would let me do whatever I wanted to you. Do you think he’ll want you then? I bet you told him I forced you every time ... we both know that’s not the truth, don’t we, Lainey? Sometimes you’d beg me to take you.”
Brendan leans back against the bed frame and crosses his legs, satisfied in his ability to control me with his mind games. Bastard! The only time I begged was when he forced me; my screams always from pain, never pleasure. I think it's time to burst his delusional bubble and show him who’s in control right now.
“Brendan, darling. How have you not worked out, after all this time, that you had his sloppy seconds?” My voice is sugary sweet as I point the gun at his thigh and pull the trigger. His scream is deafening, and laughter breaks free from me when I realise that the room really is soundproof. His little minion hasn’t heard a thing, otherwise he’d be trying to knock the door down after that ruckus.
“You see,” I tell him as his screaming subsides. “You never had the privilege of being my first, no matter what you tell yourself.”
He knots part of the top sheet around his wound to stem the blood flow. Panic fills me at the thought of telling him the truth. If he manages to get his hands on me again, he will make me pay for deceiving him. Despite my fears, I continue. “Mik and I made love when we disappeared during my birthday party. He was my first, and he would’ve been my only, if you hadn’t raped me. Let me tell you, though, I thought about him every single time you were inside me. I only let you touch me because you threatened my family. I never loved you. If I'm honest, I didn't even like you all that much.”
The pained look on Brendan’s face pricks my conscience, but I quickly remind myself that I more than paid for my one mistake with how he treated me afterward. The hurt and disbelief on his face is quickly replaced by his normal pompousness.
“I always knew you were a slut, Lainey. I also knew I could do better than you. What’s your point?”
His sneer ignites my rage. I point the gun at him again, this time aiming for his right shoulder. Pulling the trigger, I deliberately jag the shot to the right of him, so it lodges in the wall. He screams for a long second before he figures out I didn’t shoot him this time.
“Don’t stress, one bullet wound is enough for me. I don’t want you to bleed out on me. Mik and my dad will enjoy having a chat with you when I let them know where I am. Have to make sure you’re in good health for that.” I wink at him. “As for the taste of your cock in my mouth, giving Mik a quick blow-job will erase any lingering aftertaste. I mean, he is the one who taught me how to suck cock so well.”
I take another verbal jab at him. His eyes bulge at the thought of me giving Mik a blow-job. My rage subsides at his reaction. I'm satisfied he knows who’s in control now.
“Anyhow, enough chitchat.” Twirling the gun around my trigger finger, I turn toward the window and start plotting how I’m going to get out of it without setting off the alarm system and letting Stu know I’m escaping. The bedroom door is not an option since I have to get too close to Brendan to use it.
As I’m plotting my escape, the power in the bedroom goes out and the roller shutter starts to lift of its own accord. It appears the universe is on my side for once. I smile into the darkness as Brendan starts groaning. I’m assuming that his groan means that his security system has been compromised by the blackout—either that or his gunshot wound is hurting him.
At this stage, I’ll take either option.
“Don’t go anywhere, darling. I’ll be right back for you.”
I grin with sadistic pleasure at Brendan even though he probably can't see it in the darkness, before I unlock the window and slide it open quietly. I pause, listening for an alarm. Not hearing anything, I gingerly climb through the window. Even though I’ve tried not to show Brendan, my entire body, and especially my face, is aching mercilessly.
*
“What the fuck? Princess?”
The earth tilts when I’m unceremoniously hauled to my feet and thrown over a very large shoulder. I barely made it ten yards after climbing out of the window before my flagging energy forced me to the ground to rest for a few minutes. My entire body lurches up and down as my rescuer runs with me. Feeling a leather cut under my cheek and judging by the size of the shoulder I’m resting over, I’m sure I’m in Timber’s safe hands. No one else calls me Princess and gets away with it.
“I’ve got her. Mad Dog, I’ve fucking got her.” Timber stage whispers after a good minute or so, slowing his pace. At the mention of Mik, I lift my torso and head from Timber’s back, and wrap my arms around his neck so I can look for my fiancé. He stuffs his handgun in the back of his pants and lowers me until I'm cradled against his chest like a bride.
“Mik?”
I can’t see anything in the darkness. A car door opens, and highlighted by the interior light, my favourite sight in the whole world appears. He strides toward us, astonishment on his face. Without regard for my injuries, I jump out of Timber’s arms and launch myself at him. He catches me as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a monkey. I burst into tears, burying my face in his neck.
“Fuck, angel. Are you all right? What are you doing out here? We were coming to find you.” Mik shoots question after question at me, but I can’t answer. Happiness at being with him again flows through my entire body, rendering me speechless.
“Shit, Mad Dog, she’s got a gun.” Timber whispers, plucking the gun gingerly from my hand. I laugh wholeheartedly into Mik’s neck, the tension in me broken at the scandalised tone in his voice. Fancy forgetting you’re still holding a gun.
“Yeah, I shot Brendan after I handcuffed him to his bed.” I shrug and Mik chuckles. Timber shakes his head at me, slowly breaking into a grin at my words.
“That’s my woman.” Mik kisses me hard and I wince, pulling away from his mouth. My mouth and most of my face is in agony, but even without the pain, I still don’t want him too close to me until I’ve had a scalding shower and brushed my teeth.
Preferably in bleach.
“Lainey, did he?” Mik asks, obviously thinking my reaction means that Brendan’s raped me again. He cocks an eyebrow as I hesitate to answer the one question I didn’t want voiced just yet. I shake my head at him, and relief floods his expression until I whisper my response to his unwanted question.
“Not exactly.”
His face goes hard, and he growls. It’s not going to go well when I tell him what happened during my abduction. He had a hard enough time reining himself in last time. My brain starts spinning in a million directions as doubts creep in that he’s going to understand the lengths I went to in order to escape. Especially now that I know the Shamrocks were minutes away from rescuing me.
“Is he fucking dead?” Timber queries.
“No, I shot him in the leg ... he’s still handcuffed to his bed in—” I’m about to elaborate when commotion erupts three houses down the street. In the dim light thrown by the moon, I can make out a group of ten or so men. Mik lets out a loud whistle and the group starts moving toward us.
“The whole fucking house is clear. There’s no one there, but something went down. One of the bedrooms has motherfucking blood all over the bed. She must be hurt bad. I’m gonna fucking kill him when I find him.” Dad starts ranting once he’s in earshot. He mustn’t have seen me in Mik’s arms.
“It’s not my blood. I shot him, Dad.”
He stares through the dark at me, blinking twice as if he can't believe his eyes. As he goes to speak to me, I interrupt because the last part of his rant grabs my attention.
“What do you mean ‘when you find him?’ I left him handcuffed to the bed.” A sinking feeling overtakes me as I wait for Dad to answer.
“Fuck, baby girl, thank God you’re safe.” Dad crosses himself as he strides through the group to stand in front of us. “I don't know what you left there, but no one’s in that hellhole now.”
He peers at my bruised face, gently putting his big paws on either side of my head as he examines the damage. Then, he kisses my forehead. “Where are you hurt? Do you need the fucking sick bay again?”
“My ribs are sore, and my face is banged up, but apart from that, I think I’m okay.” Smiling at his description of the hospital, I continue. “I don’t need to go to the hospital, Dad.”
Dad nods his huge head, relief flooding his face. He doesn't cope well when any of his kids are injured. Helplessness doesn't agree with him. “We gotta find this cunt fast. We found a motherfucking telescope for spying on your house and a shrine he's built of my baby girl. It’s fucking sick.”
Dad’s turned his attention from me and is directing this at Mik. I’m grateful for his diverted attention because I know that very soon he’s going to want answers that I don’t want to give. Suspicion clouds his gaze as he rants at Mik. I already knew about the telescope, but my ears prick up at the mention of a shrine. I saw some photos on the wall but nothing shrine-like. Only God knows what a shrine would entail in my father’s eyes. I feel sick just thinking about it.
“I know that there’s more to this fucking situation than I’ve been told.” Dad finally voices the suspicion that’s been growing on his features, pointing a finger at Mik and then me.
Not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes, I bury my head into Mik’s neck. It seems as if they all have new suspicions about what happened to me—now and previously. My soul feels dirty. The feelings of being tainted and damaged that I’ve fought off, again and again, over the last four years rise to the surface at the thought of everyone knowing what's been done to me. Bile invades my throat, and I force myself to swallow it down. My body begins shaking at the realisation that this isn't over yet, even though Brendan no longer has me. Mik’s arms tighten around me as he feels my distress.
“Fucking lay off, Beast.” Mik points right back at Dad, interrupting his flow. “Let’s get Lainey back to the Compound and checked out before you start your shit.”
I sneak a peek at my suddenly silent father, standing there with his mouth wordlessly opening and closing. Usually, I'm the only one able to render him speechless because I’m not afraid to stand up to him, so Mik successfully shutting him up is a minor miracle. I whisper my thanks into Mik’s neck as he turns his back on everyone and carries me to his car away from their questioning gazes.
