Chapter 349 – An Unbreakable Vow with the Heartless Tycoon

“You bitch,” David hisses.

“Hmm, so not your face then?” she asks. “You’re right—it’s far too visible. We can’t have you leaving the Top Girls Club with cuts all over your face. What about down below?”

She glances down at his raging erection and swings the broken bottle back and forth. The men laugh, but the sound is different and uncertain. They might jump on her at any minute.

“I’ve heard about what you do to girls down there—maybe I’ll return the favor,” she says. “We’ll see if you like it when the roles are reversed.”

“You’re funny,” David says, his eyes cold and murderous. “Let’s see how long your sense of humor lasts.”

He runs his fingers across the cut on his neck and sucks the blood off his fingertips. He licks his lips with a long, snaky tongue and smiles. His eyes burn with fury and desire, and he reaches for her leg again.

“Listen, David,” she says, batting her eyelashes. “I’ll let you have me, but only in a private room.”

“This is a private room,” he snarls. “And I don’t listen to demands from whores.”

“Well, you better start listening,” she says, raising the bottle to his face.

“This game has gone on long enough, and I’m starting to get bored,” he says.

She jumps to her feet, and he lunges toward her. She dodges to the side and waves the bottle through the air. While he looks at the gleaming glass, she lifts her leg and kicks him hard in the crotch. He doubles over in pain, and she grabs a whiskey bottle from the table and smashes it over his head.

Glass and whiskey glisten in his short hair, and trickles of blood flow down into his face. He staggers but stays standing. She grabs another bottle and tries to smash it over his head, but his hand shoots out and grabs her wrist. She twists her arm and tries to pull away, but his grip is iron. With her free hand, she swings the broken bottle and slices into his wrist.

He growls and holds her tighter. She looks down at his hand—the knuckles are bone white, and his blood seems to flow even faster. His warm blood trickles onto her arm, and she smiles and squirms. As the slick blood drips onto her arm, she wiggles her hand back and forth, until her entire wrist is covered in his blood. With a deep breath, she pulls her wrist, and it slips out of his hand.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Hill screams from the door.

“This bitch attacked me,” David says. “What are you people playing here?”

Hill’s face goes white as he sees the blood, and he says, “Mr. West, I’m so sorry. Gabrielle is one of our newer girls, and she lacks discipline. I’ll have her sent to your room immediately. Just let me know which devices you want to punish her with.”

David’s eyes narrow, and he asks, “Any devices I want?”

“Of course,” Hill agrees.

“And will Jackson approve?” David asks.

“I’m sure he will,” Hill says.

“Very good,” David says. He turns to Gabrielle and adds, “So your name is Gabrielle? That’s a pretty name. You know, I saw you dance in the wine glass the other night. You looked so innocent—I knew I had to destroy you, but I guess you’re not quite as tame as you look, eh? Good thing I’m up for a challenge.”

He pinches her chin between his fingers and forces her to look up at him. He reeks of whiskey, and there’s blood-streaked all across his face. He licks his lips and leans down.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispers.

She grins and pulls him closer, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck. He smiles, and she takes his bottom lip between her teeth and bites it as hard as she can. She tastes blood and bites even harder, wondering if she’ll bite through his whole lip. She opens her mouth, spits, and shoves him backward.

A club security guard rushes forward and twists her arms behind her back. She knows it’s pointless to struggle against the huge man, and she lets her body go limp. He tugs her toward the door, and she glares over her shoulder as she goes.

“She’ll be ready in your room,” Hill says.

“Great,” David says, licking his bloody lip. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Do you realize what you’ve done?” Hill whispers as she passes. “He’s going to kill you tonight. And it won’t be fast.”

Gabrielle swallows and says, “I can look out for myself.”

The words are bold, but her legs are shaking. As the adrenaline from the fight fades, she finds herself overwhelmed with fear. If it weren’t for the burly guard, she’d have collapsed onto the floor. The room spins, and Hill’s worried face seems to dance in front of her.

“Don’t misunderstand the situation,” Hill says. “You’re not special to Mr. Oliver. He doesn’t love you, and he won’t be coming to save you. In fact, he just texted me the room he wants you to. He knows what Mr. West is going to do to you, and he doesn’t care.”

The guard drags her down the hall, and her plastic shoes make a dull scraping sound against the black marble floors. Hill walks behind, lecturing her. His voice is loud and high-pitched, and doors along the hall start to open, and girls poke their faces out.

“What’s wrong with you, Gabrielle?” Hill asks. “Why would you attack a guest like that? And of all the guests to attack, why would you choose David West? It’s probably too late now, but I’m going to give you some advice. The second he comes into that room, do your very best to please him. If he can get enough pleasure from you, he just might leave you alive.”

The girls whisper and nudge each other, and Gabrielle realizes that Hill is making an example of her. He wants all the girls to see what happens when they dare to challenge a guest. The hallway has never seemed longer.

Hill opens a door, and the bodyguard reaches into his pocket. He takes a length of rope and ties it around her ankles and then ties another around her wrists. She shakes her head and whimpers, but he ignores her. He takes a soft piece of black cloth and ties it tight around her eyes. The room goes black, the guard shoves her, and she falls onto a plush bed.

The men leave the room, and she’s alone with the sound of her breathing. The longer she waits, the faster it becomes. And then she hears the sound of heavy steps and the slight creak of the bed springs as a man sits down on the bed. Strong hands circle her calves and pull her down toward the foot of the bed. He slides his hands up her bare legs, and he digs his thumbs into her h.i.p.s before flipping her onto her stomach.

She whimpers, and he chuckles under his breath. She feels his weight and warmth on her back, and then he takes her ear in his teeth. She clenches her jaw and waits for the pain—wondering if he’s going to bite her ear off like some sort of rabid dog. But the pain never comes. He nibbles the tender skin and then bites and nips at her neck.

A loud ripping sound fills the room, and cool air touches her skin as he tears the short velvet dress off her body. His large palms are warm and smooth on the n.a.k.e.d skin of her back and her groans. His hands slide down to her ass, and he rips the flimsy lace down the middle, tugging the scraps away. He shifts his weight and reaches under her, teasing her most intimate area with long, slow fingers. She grinds her h.i.p.s down, pressing herself against his hand, and he laughs again.

The laugh sounds familiar—not like David’s sadistic chuckle, but like someone else.

She tries to think who he sounds like, but he slips a finger inside her, and her mind goes blank. His other hand reaches under to knead her bare b.r.e.a.s.t, and his mouth finds her neck.

“Oh, David,” she m.o.a.ns.

He stops kissing her neck, and he pulls his finger out. She freezes—worried she’d offended him. The bed creaks as his weight shifts, and he rips the blindfold from her eyes. The dim yellow lights of the room are blinding, and she squints her eyes in pain. She blinks, cranes her neck, and sees Jackson looking over her.

“You’re not David,” she says, feeling stupid as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“Do you wish I was?” he asks.

“N-no,” she says. “Of course not.”

“Good,” he says. “I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips while I f.u.c.k you.”

“I thought you didn’t care who f.u.c.k.i.e.d me,” she says, letting the hurt and fear creep into her voice. “I thought you didn’t care about me at all.”

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