Page 12 of Balthazar's Fire
Time seemed to stand still as his hand reached for her, Cherie’s gaze following its progress with revolted shock. She couldn’t just have escaped Oliver’s assault to be subjected to one by this vile cretin. Could she?
“Dustin,” the other one hissed, knocking the skinny fool’s hand away. “Don’t!”
“For fuck’s sake,” the skinny one, Dustin answered as he stumbled away. “What was the point in coming down here, then?”
“To do as he asked,” the first one replied, exasperated. “To check on her. That’s all.”
“Fuck.” Dustin straightened, turning away from Cherie. “Then check on her. I came to have a little fun.”
“We can still have fun.” The plumper of the two moved toward her, flashing her an insidious grin.
“Oh yeah?” Dustin asked, spinning to see what he meant.
“Sure.” The first one gestured to her legs, which were still frustratingly bound apart. “Look at her. She’s lovely. It’s like free porn.”
“You need to get out more, man.” Dustin rolled his eyes. “It takes a bit more than a dame in a tight dress to excite me, but hey—be my guest if you wanna use her.”
“Use me?” Alarm grasped at her insides.
“Yeah, darling.” Dustin folded his arms across his thin chest. “My friend here likes you so much that he might need to…” Pausing, he winked as he motioned to his friend. “Sort himself out and come all over you.”
Fresh anxiety knotted in Cherie’s chest at his crude description. What the hell? She wasn’t going to sit here and witness the fat little man doing anything of the sort!
“I would ask if that was all right with you,” Dustin went on. “But as it turns out, we don’t give a shit.”
“What?” she blurted, her fingers flexing with indignation. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m deadly serious,” the plump one answered, his hand lowering to his zipper as he brushed past her left arm. “And the best part is all you have to do is sit there, darling.”
“Well,” Dustin added with a snigger. “Maybe she could open her mouth for you at the end? If you shoot well, no one will ever have to know.”
“No. Fucking. Way!” Cherie screamed, more livid than afraid.
After everything she’d been through in the last few hours, there was no way that was going to happen, although logically she acknowledged there was little she could do to halt their abhorrent behavior.
“Oh, come on,” the fat one jibed. “I’m a pretty good aim.”
His hand reached inside his pants and she turned away, revolted at his show. Was this what men in the city did for fun? No wonder Cherie hadn’t had any luck until Balthazar.
Balthazar.
The thought of him twisted in her head until it was painful. He’d had so much promise and yet whatever they might have had was set to be pulverized by Oliver’s monster. Cherie couldn’t believe it had come to this.
“Look at her!” Snickering with delight, Dustin pointed at Cherie’s dismay. “She’s so thick she believes you!”
“What?” Heart racing, her attention flew back to the plumper man on her left to find his cock still thankfully in his pants and his zipper fastened.
Thank fuck.
“We were just joking, love.” His fat face looked even rounder when he laughed. “I’m not that desperate.”
“Well…” Dustin hesitated, before throwing his head back with mirth. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“Fuck you!” the other guy retorted with a shake of his head. “Looks like she’s fine to me. Let’s get going.”
“I can’t believe she thought you meant it!” Dustin snorted, glancing back over his shoulder as they walked back to the stairs. “She’s even dumber than she looks.”
Fuck you. Cherie hoped her glare conveyed her sentiment, but she didn’t bother with the words. She had no desire to prolong their stay, her head falling as they finally made their way up the steps.