Page 45 of Brutal

His erection strains inside his jeans, pressing insistently against my thigh.

“They’re just worried,” I say, still monotone. “They don’t think they could handle catching another woman.”

“She’s probably a dead fish in bed anyway,” the man who had hit the wall says, touching his shoulder. “Fuck, Drake, is she really worth getting blacklisted from here?”

I’m not sure who’s more surprised when he says, “Yes. So get your fucking hands off her and fuck off. Find one of those other bitches.”

They mutter something under their breaths, but they walk off.

That means I’m alone with Brutal. I don’t relax, because I know this isn’t all that much better from before.

“You’re mine,” he says, and the words sound half-crazed, half-baffled. He laughs. “Fuck. Why the hell do I care?” He shoves me against the wall this time, face-first, and I jerk back, barely stopping my forehead from hitting the wall. He rips my underwear off and grinds against me, then he laughs. “Getting blacklisted from my favorite club for a fucking whore who doesn’t even know how to keep her mouth shut,” he says, and I don’t think he meant to say those words aloud.

I don’t respond.

Even when he pulls his pants down and gets the head of his cock against my cunt from behind, I don’t say anything. I just let him have his way with me, even as he fucks me hard and fast.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Brutal growls against my ear. “You have nothing to say? You’re just going to stand there?”

I let out a half-hysterical laugh. “There’s nothing I can say that will change things.”

“You had enough to say to them. ‘They can’t catch any women.’” Brutal thrusts inside me with a long groan. “Why the fuck do you pretend not to have a personality?”

“You don’t want my personality,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. The wall is rough against my nipples.

“Oh, but I do.” He lets out a harsh laugh. “I fucking do. Mimi, Mimi… I should’ve just drowned you when I had a chance.”

I still wonder why he didn’t. He begins thrusting in earnest, and I have to concentrate on bracing myself so I don’t slide against the rough wall.

“I saw you climb,” Brutal suddenly says. He bottoms out inside me, and I’m forced to stand on my tiptoes. “Got all the way to the top. You’re too fucking smart for your own good, aren’t you.”

“No,” I say. “I got caught. I’m not smart at all.”

Brutal is quiet as he fucks me, only the sound of his grunts filling the air. I can still hear sobs and screams in various parts of the maze, and they make the whole experience more surreal. Maybe I should be crying, too, but I just… can’t.

He reaches around me after a moment, fingering my clit. “Maybe I should’ve let them have you,” he mutters. “I liked watching those other men fuck you, the night we met.” He laughs. “Why do you think that’s changed, Mimi? Psychoanalyze me.”

I can think of a few things that might have changed.

I don’t think he’d like to hear any of them.

“You don’t like to lose,” I say instead. “You didn’t want to be outdone by those pathetic losers.”

“Oh, but I did lose,” Brutal says sourly. “I got to you last.” He keeps fingering me, relentless. I don’t know if it feels good or not. It feels desperate, somehow, and not at all associated with my pleasure. It’s all about him.

It’s always about him.

He stops touching me, focusing instead on fucking me senseless.

He’s still fucking me when the lights flip on, and I have to blink several times to adjust to the sudden light.

Brutal curses, but he only moves faster as the woman’s voice comes over a speaker to invite the men for a drink after their game. He laughs again, the sound somehow broken, and stops without coming inside me. “Let’s go,” he tells me, pulling his pants over his still-erect cock. Another harsh grip on my arm guides me toward the exit, which is now easy to find.

The woman tries to talk to him when we come through the door, but he waves her off with a grunt.

“This is a serious breach of the rules, Mr. Brutal!” she calls out after him.

He ignores her, dragging me outside into the cool evening air like I’m not completely naked. “Get in the fucking car,” he mutters.