C6 Chapter 06

I turn to face Trent. "Why?" I dared to ask him, striving to keep my voice firm and strong. "Why am I being forced to spread my legs in front of you bastards?" I cross my arms in a defiant stance.

His face contorts into an asymmetrical smirk. "Because it makes my dick ultra-hard and because, well..." He reaches out, playing with the tips of my wet hair between his fingers. "I said so and whatever I say in this house is law."

I chew on the inside of my corner top lip, scanning the room, looking at the sick pricks with their hands on their crotches before my gaze lands on his. "Have you considered seeking professional help? You're a fucking perve."

He chuckles, "You have no idea," he winks at me, extending his hand for me to take.

"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of humiliating me." I hiss as I brush past him and climb onto the table without any help.

Wriggling my skirt up to my hips, I shut my eyes and spread my legs wide open for them to feast on.

Trent takes his place at the head of the table, the sound of wheels rolling across the floorboards fills the room, and I sense him leaning in, taking a closer look.

"Your pussy lips are an exquisite shade of red, Mila, reminds me of a perfectly ripe cherry." His hot breath spreads across the insides of my thighs like a wildfire losing control.

"Jacob, Theo, and Magnus." He lets out a sigh. "Come examine her delicate folds." I flinch as I feel his finger brush against the seam of my thong and I attempt to snap my legs shut.

"Mila, open your eyes!" He commands with zeal.

I gradually draw back the curtains to my vision, revealing my hazel eyes. "Look at me," he says harshly, and I prop myself up on my elbows, my gaze falling on his chin as he rubs it.

I watch as his jaw ticks with annoyance as he reclines in his chair and clasps his hands on his leg. "Repeat that again, I'll have you restrained to the table and I will start a live stream on the dark web before I auction you off." He says it matter-of-factly, which causes me to swallow the built-up saliva in my throat in response to his threat.

My eyes scan the room once more, gazing at the 30 or so pairs of eyes fixed on me, and I realise it's not humiliation that consumes me; it's fear of not knowing what he has planned for me.

I turn my head to check for Ace, but as our gazes connect, he glances away, and I scoff, reminding myself that he is at the bottom of the food chain.

A Mafia bitch with no significance while Trent is present.

I sit up and roll the spaghetti straps down my shoulders, revealing my breasts; appreciative gasps echo off the walls, and as I lay back down, I open my legs once more.

I refuse to let him believe that he can break me, even though my inner Goddess is weeping and my soul is dying.

I choose a spot on the ceiling and try to divert myself by focusing on the fly crap staining the white paint. "Have you ever thought of someone other than Ace while fingering your young, luscious pussy?"

My hands tighten into tight fists at my sides, and a low growl escapes between my lips as an eruption of flames sears my skin.

"No!" I scowl because I know what he's trying to do the sick fuck, and I can feel Ace's eyes scorching my skin.

"However, you've fingered yourself?" I open my mouth to express my disgust. "I want the truth, and if I get the slightest inkling that you're lying, I'm going to begin recording you with my phone."

"Yes." I let out a sigh.

"Owww, have I upset you?"

**silence**

As he slams his hand against the top of the table, it shakes beneath me. My ears are pierced by the sound of his chair crashing into the wall as he rises from it.

"I'm not sure who you think you are, ignoring me." The sound of his belt jingling and his pants pooling around his feet can be heard as he bellows. "Ace, come here." In a commanding tone, he says. "Record me fucking your bitch." I yelp as I feel myself being dragged down the table, a burning sensation cutting through my skin as he rips my thong from me.

I start kicking and screaming at him, refusing to let him rape me so easily. "Theo, Magnus, hold her legs." Trent growls his orders, "Jacob, take her arms in yours."

"I'm sorry," I say. "I'll behave, and I promise to respond to you with respect." I plead, my voice trembling as my vision is murky through the tears I express with disdain.

"You, Mila, are Mafia property, you came back to us, bringing trouble to our door and starting a war amongst the Irishmen." I feel him lining up at the entrance to my core, and I fight against my human restraints. "For every battle, we lose, your body will be used at my command."

My screams pierce the air, burning the back of my throat as he drives into me, my body sliding up and down the table with each gruelling thrust, and I gradually begin to feel myself slip into a sea of darkness, plummeting into her crashing waves......