Page 268 of Hate to Love You
Polina laughs again, the painful sound echoing off the walls.
“Do you think I was just going to kill you like you killed my husband?” She sneers viciously. “Oh Abby, death is too good for you. No, you’re going to live. And you have my dearest brother to thank for that.”
My heart leaps into my throat.
“Because if Roman had just handed you over, like our laws dictate, then it would have been quick for you. Well, quicker than this anyway. I do have a bit of a temper I’m afraid,” She snickers in a whisper. “But he didn’t. He tried to claim you for himself, thinking that would keep you safe.”
Her mouth is pinched into a thin line, her expression sour. She reaches down and grabs my jaw, pushing my cheeks together.
“But now you’ll fetch me a large amount of money,” she presses a quick kiss to my lips before she straightens, gesturing to Teddy. “Darling, take the King of New York’s whore down to holding cell three.”
Teddy slams his fists against the hard metal door, the noise echoing through the room as my heart drops.
“Got one for admission, boys!”
The door flies open, and a group of men rush in, quickly encircling me, licking their lips and salivating in front of me like rabid dogs.
However, my eyes lock onto a beautiful dark-haired woman who steps in behind them. Her face is soft, her expression cold. She doesn’t acknowledge any of the men around her, leaning against the doorframe, keeping her chin raised.
But when her eyes find mine, my heart drops at what I see.
They are empty.
Almost as if her soul is dying inside the prison of her body.
“Look, Leigh! I have a new one for you,” Roman’s sister exclaims, clapping her hands together.
“I can see that, Polina,” Leigh replies, shooting her a quick smile, before her eyes find mine again.
A blade suddenly nicks my skin as someone slices through the restraints. My eyes dart between each man who encircles me, leering down at me as they do. Sweaty hands grab at my legs, my arms, my breasts causing my stomach to roll and twinge.
They laugh as they pinch my skin. One of them nuzzles into the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing against it.
“I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard,” he groans, making me recoil.
He fists my hair tightly, pulling me against him as he thrusts his erection into my hip. A shudder runs down my spine as I press my knees together, anchoring them closed as their hands travel down my legs.
“You want that, don’t you, whore?” Another asks, his breath disgustingly thick with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.
My legs wobble as they force me to my feet.
Pulling away I drop my eyes to the concrete floor, staring into the cracks as I feel the walls in my mind slowly rise, trying to protect me from what I know is coming.
The static noise has returned, as they continue to grope and fondle my breasts and ass.
I screw my eyes shut, struggling to swallow.
But then Leigh releases a breath, drawing my eyes to hers as she clears her throat, her head tilted slightly to the side.
“Polina, is this really necessary?” She sighs. “I mean, she’s not going anywhere.”
“You always were too nice, Leigh.” Polina spits, rolling her eyes.
“I’m just thinking about her worth at the auction,” she says suggestively, raising her brows. “Because as she is right now…”
Polina laughs, her eyes widening as I watch her suddenly understand whatever Leigh is insinuating.
“You’re brilliant.”