Bound By Blood: (The Betrayed Series Book 2) by Victoria Renteria Page A

Tsking, the henchman moves closer, his voice low and menacing. “I would not do that if I were you, Agassi.”
    Immediately, my body goes rigid in the chair. His voice holds a dangerous unspoken promise. Something tells me he wants me to continue struggling. An overwhelming urge to vomit arises, one that I’m unable to quash. Turning my head to the right, acid works its way up my esophagus, pitching and rolling until I’m spewing over the side of the chair.
    Growling, he grasps my hair tightly, thrusting me forward while I continue to empty my stomach. Running his free hand down the side of my face, he coos in my ear, “There, there now, Agassi. I’ll take care of you.”
    With my stomach churning for an entirely different reason now, I rasp out, “Get your damn hands off of me.”
    Firming his hold in my hair, he pulls back, straightening me in the chair. Rumbling, his menacing laughter shakes his body, vibrating both of us as his hot breath levitates over my ear.
    “You will be so fun to break. I can’t wait to sink deep inside you.”
    The stench of his breath hits my nostrils. Gagging, I force myself to swallow back the bile trying to work its way up yet again. Focusing all of my energy, I begin taking breaths through my mouth. Gritting my teeth, I’m barely able to grind out a response.
    “Over my dead body.”
    Tossing his head back, he bellows loudly. “That can always be arranged, Agassi . . . and I do love a challenge.” Tipping his head in slightly, he inhales deeply, closing his eyes and groaning. Upon opening them, he quickly closes the distance, smashing his lips to mine. Keeping my lips sealed, I try pulling my head back, but his hand is firmly locked in my hair, holding me in place. His tongue snakes out of his mouth, running along the seam of my lips, seeking entrance.
    My eyes grow wide in horror as I pull back, fighting to put an end to the unwanted affection. Gripping my hair, he wrenches back as tiny pinpricks of pain careen through the base of my skull, causing me to gasp and open my mouth to him. Thrusting his tongue in, he plunges deeply, seeking, taking what he desires. Blood rushes to my ears as I squirm, trying to fight him off. Holding me tighter, he continues delving into the orifice as if it were a long lost treasure. Panic swells as I realize my desire to gouge his eyes out is nothing but a fantasy since my hands are bound.
    A striking moment of clarity materializes as I run through the arsenal of weapons at my disposal. Leaning forward into his kiss, I sink my teeth into his tongue. He pulls back with a yelp, and I’m immediately rewarded with a meaty fist along the side of my face. Pain bursts across my cheek, pulsating throughout my skull. Blood rapidly begins filling my mouth. Turning my head, I spit, watching crimson pool on the floor next to the drain.
    Laughing, I let my head fall back as I face the furious gaze of my mother’s henchman. With a smile still on my lips, I say, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
    Anger flashes brightly in his eyes as he takes a menacing step toward me. The basement door opens, and the voice of my past floats across the room before he’s able to raise another hand.
    “What are you doing?” The ice in her voice freezes him where he stands.
    Unable to help myself, I remark, “I see you’re here to join the party.”
    Moving briskly, she comes to stand in front of me. Dark eyes narrow into tiny slits as she says, “Remember who you’re talking to, Ttal.”
    Powerless to control my tongue, the words tumble from my mouth without a care as to the danger they may put me in. “Yeah, you’ve said that before. I’m just not really caring at this point. What, you gonna have your guy here try and make out with me some more? Because I’ve gotta say, that was definitely worse than you pouring that shitty water down my throat.”
    Her nostrils flare wide as she turns to glare in the direction of her henchman. “You did what?” she