Page 69 of Consumed By Fire
“Stop!” he growls. “There is no such thing as a good Draiger. They’re all despicable and deserve to be killed.”
“The children don’t—”
“I will kill the children myself.” His face turns vicious. “They will grow up to be vermin. All of them. No, I won’t let their innocent faces deter me.” He shakes his head, his eyes blazing with hatred.
“I’m sorry about your parents. I feel for you, but killing every Draiger is not the answer. It won’t bring them back, and I promise that you won’t feel better afterward.”
He laughs. “I assure you that I will. I hope I get to slit your friend’s throat. I can’t believe you let a Draiger touch you. It’s disgusting. But I forgive you. I think the sooner we move on, the better. Now be a good girl and get on your knees and suck my cock. You have a lot to make up for.” His voice is hard, devoid of emotion.
“No, I—”
Igor backhands me. It’s hard enough to make a loud noise and for me to taste blood where my tooth cuts into the inside of my cheek. I will probably have a bruise, but it’s not so bad that I am knocked off my feet. I touch my mouth for a second or two. It stings. I’m a bit shocked it happened, but I’m not sure why I’m surprised. Our relationship was headed for violence. I knew this day was coming. It was just a matter of time. I clear my throat, squaring my shoulders.
“No talking back, Trin. On your knees. You made some promises to me. Promises you will keep or so fucking help me…”
“I promised those things so that you wouldn’t kill my friend. He helped me. He was nice to me.”
“So, you let him fuck you. I can’t believe that, Trin. You are a whore! A fucking whore. Now suck my cock!” he yells, his face turning red. Spittle flies from his mouth.
This male is insane. My heart pounds, and sweat beads on my brow. My hands are shaking, so I clutch them together, trying to stay calm. I need to focus, or he will kill me. I know it.
I won’t let him do this.
“I made those promises to you under duress,” I tell him in a calm voice. “I don’t love you, and I never will. Please don’t do this. Please let me go.” I have to try one more time to reason with him. To reason with a madman. I don’t think I’ll be successful.
Then again, maybe there is a shred of decency inside there somewhere.
“Let you go.” He laughs. “Let you go?” He grabs me by the hair, making me gasp as agony tears into my skull. If he pulls much harder, my hair will come out in a chunk.
I whimper as he marches me to the window, standing on tippy toes to try to alleviate the pain. “Do you see females growing on trees? Well, do you?” he asks, shoving my face toward the dirty glass.
“No.”
“Exactly. There are no females. I only see one…you.”
“What about the Tributes?” I ask. “Surely, you’ll be first in line to get one? I mean, you’re important.” His hand eases, and I want to groan with relief. I don’t.
“What do I want with a human? I’m too good for a human.” His hand slowly eases its hold even more, and I want to sag in relief. “I want you, Trin. Why can’t you accept that? You are the mother of my child. You! It’s always been you. I love you.” His hand tightens again, and my scalp stings as he pushes me down. “Now suck me.”
Love. Igor has no concept of what love is.
No!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“This is rape.” I won’t pretend otherwise. “If you make me do this, it will be against my will.”
Igor gives me one of his signature smirks. To think I found him attractive once. “Put your pretty mouth around my cock and make me come. If I feel so much as a tooth, I will kick you in the stomach. It’ll be hard, Trin. I’d be surprised if the kid makes it.”
“You would hurt your baby?” I ask, my throat clogging with emotion. I shove it aside. I need to think clearly. I don’t have time for anger or fear or frustration. I need to focus, dammit.
He shrugs. “We’ll make another one. If I need to use this one to teach you a lesson, then so be it.”
He’s insane. I called Octane insane several times, but I was wrong about him, just as I was wrong about Igor when I first met him. My eyes are wide open now. I need to survive. I must!
I take his cock in my hand, trying not to vomit. I stroke him up and down. He groans, his head falling back a little. “Yes,” he hisses. “That’s a good start.” He rocks his hips forward when I stroke him again. “Yesssss…now suck me, baby. Suck me.”
“Get on the bed.”