Page 52 of Freeing Emily
“No, please no.” I beg and try to scramble off the guard’s legs.
The sound of belts clinking followed by zippers being pulled down fill my ears and my body goes into a panic. I scream out and thrash when I feel Nikolai’s cock start to breech my back entrance.
He presses his palm against my back to hold me in position and thrusts.
The sharp pain of my flesh ripping causes me to shriek in agony and tears flow down my face. The guard groans in Russian as he presses against my other entrance before he thrusts upward.
“FIGHT!”
“I… I can’t…” I cry as they alternate their thrusts.
They alternate their violent thrusts. Their hands, squeezing and kneading my flesh. I try to fight them off but I’m too weak. Too frail.
My cries of pain only seem to arouse them further.
“Emily, fight them!”
I feel Liam’s presence but I’m too deep in my abuse to truly hear his pleas.
Nikolai finishes first and fills me with his cum. He bites my shoulder before pulling out. His release oozes out of me and he smears it into my skin. The guard increases his thrusts and then holds me tightly as he finishes his assault.
He throws me to the couch, and I bounce off and land on the ground. I suppress a yelp when pain erupts in my hip. I curl into myself and sob into my hands.
“Clean her up and then lock her in the pit” Nikolai orders as he buttons up his pants. He straightens his clothes and fixes his hair before striding out of the room.
The birds sing their songs, and the butterflies and bees travel from flower to flower around me. The smell of the wildflowers flows through my nose, but they don’t bring me the comfort they used to. Instead, they make me angry. Liam has ruined the only place that gave me a sense of peace.
After I told him that I would be leaving for Ireland, he hasn’t spoken to me. He still watches me whenever we’re in the same room, his eyes fill with longing when I meet them, and it hurts.
He wants to be friends. How could I be friends with the one person who brings my soul to life while also killing me? How could he possibly ask that of me?
I need to leave this place. I need to leave Liam behind and move on. I can’t be around him without feeling physical pain from it. As much as I have tried avoiding him,he’s fucking everywhere.
“You’re so stupid,” I whisper to myself and shake my head slowly. “You fell so hard and so fast without any thought of whether he loved you back and look where that got you.”
I rub my chest as the ache increases.
Back at the mansion, the staff are collecting my belongings and loading them into the SUVs to be taken with us to Ireland. I’ve opted to sit out here until it’s time to go. I don’t want Liam to try and talk me out of this.
My ma has been giving me looks of sympathy over the last few months. She sees my heartbreak all over my face and can’t do anything to help just as I can’t help the grief she’s hiding.
Ever since Declan took over, he’s been hunting for Vladimir. According to some spies that were planted in Russia, Vladimir denies having anything to do with my dad’s assassination.
I call bullshit.
My father was the only thing standing in Vladimir’s way and controlling the docks for his sex trading. When my father denied Vladimir the chance to transport his women from those docks, he was angry and had been working to dismantle the warehouses in the area.
If he thinks Declan will consider mercy or any future allegiance, he’s sorely mistaken. Declan is out for blood, and I don’t see Vladimir having any chance of surviving him.
The sound of muffled footsteps comes from behind me, and I tense. I know it’s Liam without turning around, just like I know he’s not going to leave until he’s said what he needs to.
I turn around from where I am seated on the grass, and he stops short.
“Hi,” he whispers.
I don’t respond. I simply stare at him with a brow raised.
He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. My fingers tingle with the need to reach for him.