Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Fuck you. I’m not doing this.” I met his steely gaze with my own, all too aware of Willow on the ground beside me, naked, vulnerable, and tear streaked from the rough treatment forced upon her by these animals. I wanted to die watching them grope and penetrate her with their dirty fingers. I almost slit my wrists on the plastic cable ties trying to free my hands while she suffocated, her airway blocked by a cock that shouldn’t have been there. How could I have let this happen? I should have stopped them, should have torn them apart before they got within ten feet of my Willow.
Duke pulled out his knife, flipping it in the air and catching it by the handle.
“You’ll do it, or you’ll watch me slice her up.”
The motherfucker was a straight-up psycho. I was wrong to call these men animals. Nothing native to this wilderness could ever abuse my daughter the way that these bastards have. I didn’t doubt the authenticity of Duke’s threat for a second. He looked way too comfortable with that knife in his hand.
“Don’t worry, Dad,” he said, moving behind me. “We can start slow. Get her nice and ready for you. I bet you won’t need much convincing once you’ve had a taste.”
He shoved me forward so he could sever the cable ties around my wrists. My pulse spiked. Was this moron freeing my hands? As much as I wanted to grab the knife the instant the ties were cut, I couldn’t risk fucking up what would most likely be Willow’s only chance at escaping this nightmare.
“You sure it’s a good idea to untie him?” Zeb asked.
“Why not,” said Duke. “Dad knows that if he so much as twitches in my direction, I’ll cut his throat and pop his daughter’s cherry with my gun barrel while he bleeds out all over the dirt. At least with his hands free, we won’t have to help him thrust.”
I bit back a groan as the blood came rushing back into my hands, making them cramp up. Martin had made certain to secure the cable ties good and tight. I looked at Willow, still on the ground with her arms wrapped around her knees. More than anything, I wanted to gather her up and carry her as far as my legs would take me. That wasn’t going to be possible anytime soon. But mark my words, I was going to make Duke regret underestimating me.
“On your back, bitch,” Duke said. When Willow didn’t comply, he turned to me. “Put your brat on her back, Erik. Unless you’d prefer to hit it from behind.”
Zeb and Ox laughed while Martin sulked. I was sure Martin was pissed that Duke hadn’t offered to let him have Willow first. Too fucking bad, you sick piece of shit. I flexed my aching fingers but couldn’t make them act. The thought of maneuvering her into position after everything she’d already been through seemed monstrous.
“I-I can’t,” I said, despising the weakness in my voice. What they were asking for felt impossible. She was my daughter, for fuck’s sake.
“Boys, hold her down.”
At Duke’s command, the others converged on Willow. Martin and Zeb pulled at her legs, pinned them to the ground. She shrieked as Ox twisted her upper body, holding her down by her shoulders. She resisted, but the men were stronger than she was. I wanted to chop off their hands, but Duke was at my side, holding the knife.
“So, what’s it going to be?” he asked. “Are you going to bury your face in your daughter’s pussy, or would you rather watch me do it? And let me warn you, I’m not afraid to use my teeth.”
This evil fucker… I was going to kill him. I didn’t know when or how, but I was going to stop his heart from beating one way or another.
For now, I had no choice but to obey his orders and pray that Willow would forgive me someday in the future, far from here. I shifted onto my hands and knees and crawled between her legs. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her face, so I fixed my gaze on what was in front of me. My daughter’s soft, pink lips were spread open by the men pulling at her legs. She was as beautiful down here as she was everywhere else.
I despised myself for noticing that.
“I’m sorry…” I slid my hands up her inner thighs and lowered my head.
Everything about this was wrong, from the way that these sick fucks were staring at us to the fact that she smelled incredible. But I worked hard to push all of that out of my mind as I licked up her center, getting my first taste of her secrets.
“Attaboy,” said Zeb, or maybe it was Duke. Whoever it was clapped me on the back as if we were bros. I suppressed the urge to whirl around and punch someone.