Jack laughed, the delighted, evil chuckle of a sadist. “Brace yourself, princess,” he advised. It was all the warning she got before he released the clamps.

She screamed with such agony that Cade would’ve stopped to check on her if they’d been alone. But Jack was there, keeping watch, and so was Nick, and before the scream had even faded away her asshole clamped down on him so tight it felt like a velvet vise, and he realized she was coming again after all.

He emptied himself into her, the pleasure nearly buckling his knees, and he barely had the presence of mind pull out and jerk the last of his come onto her battered ass while the rest of it dripped out of her red and swollen asshole. He staggered back, barely noticing when Nick came around and aimed a phone—Cade’s phone, as previously agreed—at the sight.

Cade almost told him not to bother, that the image would live in his brain in vivid technicolor for as long as he drew breath. But he wanted to show it to Olivia, to let her see how beautiful and amazing she was.

Nick took a couple of photos, then handed the phone to Cade. “I don’t think we’re getting those diamonds, y’all.”

“Guess not,” Cade replied, his voice ragged and raw. He hitched up his sweats and stepped to the side, his eyes on Olivia.

“What do you want to do with her?” Jack asked and rose from the bench, following the script they’d laid out. The plan was for Cade to offer a derisive and snide ‘It’s been fun, see you around’ and pretend to leave the basement with the others before releasing her.

He opened his mouth to say his line, but staring at his love, dazed and half-conscious on his workout bench, the come of his two friends painting her ass while his dripped out of her, they just wouldn’t come.

“I’m going to keep her.”

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

“Here, fofa. Take a drink.”

Olivia forced her eyelids open and tried to focus. “Cade?”

“I’m here.” A hand brushed against her cheek, and it felt so warm and solid she leaned into it. “I need you to drink, Olivia.”

“Tired,” she murmured, and nuzzled his hand. Her whole body hurt, but it was a dull, distant throb, like being poked through a layer of cotton wool. “Heavy. Why do I feel so heavy?”

“You need water, and food,” he told her, and poked at her mouth with a plastic straw. “Come on, baby, take a sip for me.”

“Okay,” she sighed and opened her mouth. The second the water hit her tongue she realized she was parched, and tried to suck down as much as she could.

“Easy,” he warned her, and pulled the straw away before she was ready. “Take it slow, okay? Can you eat something?”