Asher hauled the whimpering Kiara with him, her tiny bare feet stumbling over the ground. She didn’t even know when or how her shoes had slipped away, only that her master’s iron grip never loosened, dragging her mercilessly toward the car.
He yanked the door open and shoved her inside without a word, then turned to Zander, who still had that trembling friend of his little rabbit clutched in his grasp.
“Do whatever the hell you want with her,” Asher said coldly, his voice dripping with venom. “f**k her, toss her out, break her, make her your slut. I don’t care. But remember this… make sure she begs you for mercy every single day.” His gaze flicked to Gabrielle like she was nothing more than refuse.
“Don’t worry,” Zander grinned, leaning down until his lips brushed Gabrielle’s ear. “I’ll
