The Brightest Star

42. Leo (18+)

Mature for Violence, Possessive Manipulation, and Sexual Assault

Leo's POV

I coughed, swallowing the iron taste in my mouth. The tightness in my throat made me whiz for air as I rolled onto my stomach, digging into the carpet to pull myself away. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see straight. Was I dying? It felt like a rope was squeezing around my lungs, and my head was pounding in pain from where he hit me.

Hands wrapped around my hips and yanked me back. Making my nails scrap over the carpet and blood from my face stain the dull cream color. "Please," I sobbed in a breath as I lifted from the ground on my knees. My back rested against his chest. The skin over my stomach crawled as his snake-like fingers slid under my shirt.

"God, I've missed this smell," Charlie hissed through his teeth as his nose pressed along the top of my shoulder and neck. He inhaled deeply, making his chest ache my back as his lungs filled to the max. He moaned all the air back out again.

My trembling fingers tried to wrap around his arms and push him away. "Let go!" I cried, but his arms only tighten, pressing my backside against him even harder.

"You feel that?" he moaned in my ear as he pressed his hard-on into my lower back, making new tears stream down my cheeks. "Even the way you smell drives me fucken crazy." He thrust into my lower back again with a groan filled with angry need before he sank his teeth into my neck so hard, it felt like he would rip the chunk of skin off.

"Too bad that little pest is too busy tonight that he'll miss the show I have planned for you," Charlie hissed before grabbing a fist full of my hair. "If he were here, I'd make him watch me claim what was always mine." He slammed my face into the ground as hard as he could. The world nearly blacked out around me. "Did you have fun playing with him? I bet you did." He chuckled as he pressed my face into the carpet harder. "I guess that's my fault, baby. I've made you this way. You were only drawn to him because of what I did to you, and then I was forced to leave you all alone. Don't ever forget again who you belong to. Me!" He growled the last word into my ear.

My crying grew louder at his words.

His hand slid down my skin from my neck to the waistline of my pants. "That freak only wants what's mine, and then he would leave you. But once he finds out how much of a used whore you are and see you gaping open from my dick, he'll never want to look at you again. Fuck, it's making me so hard just thinking about him walking in to see how disgusting you are."

The image of King walking in and seeing me like that made my chest hurt. I didn't want him to see me like that. I wanted to cry, but one thing screamed in the back of my head.

A new feeling took over my body as I looked back at Charlie. I sniffed, taking a shaky breath. "You're wrong," I said, daring to turn around to face him. His face turned to stone as he looked up. "When King sees you hurt me, he'll hunt you down and hurt you ten times more." I felt my body get stronger, and my throat opened more so I could breathe a little more. King would save me. "You're wrong about him. You think you know him, but you're so fucking wrong. He'll be coming back soon, and when he does-"

My words were cut short as Charlie shoved three fingers into my mouth. His eyes grew darker as he leaned over me. "Shut your fucken mouth." He pushed his fingers farther to the back of my throat, making me gag. "He won't be coming back for a while. I made sure of that. You think he'll come to save you? Fat chance when I just gave him and his family the golden egg they'd been looking for. You think if given a choice, he would pick to save you over the man who tried to kill him a few weeks ago? If he really picked to save you, he would have never left in the first place. Instead, he left you all alone for me to take while he gets his revenge. The one you painted as your savior is nothing but a selfish killer. Do you understand? He picked himself over you."