The Taken Duet Read Online Dani Rene

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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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“Get on the bed,” he orders River who quickly moves beside me. “Sit. Both of you.”

We’re both seated, unsure of what is about to happen, but still knowing exactly what my father will do to her. She’s still trying to scream, but her voice is raspy because of Malcolm’s hold on her. He pulls out his cock. It’s thick, hard, and I don’t know how he’s going to get it inside her.

I don’t have to wonder for too long, because suddenly, his hips lift, and the horrific scene of her body opening is all I can see.

“Touch him,” Malcolm utters hoarsely, his free hand pointing at River, gesturing to me. “Do it, or I’ll fuck you all till you’re bleeding.” My best friend is crying. Tears run down his cheeks as he reaches for me. “Pull his dick out and stroke him. Both of you.”

I want to close my eyes, but I know if I do, we’ll be in trouble. Once my hand is around River’s cock, and his is fisting mine, my father continues his assault on the blue-eyed toy who's screaming so loud my ears ring. I don’t want to get hard, I don’t want to be turned on, but the way River’s hand feels is too good, and I can’t stop myself.

There’s blood dripping from her body, and I watch it in awe wondering if my father really did break her. I realize then my father is Satan. He is the devil, and soon, he’ll want me to be just like him.

Shaking my head, I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “I’m a monster.” It’s mumbled to myself, but deep down, I know he’s listening. The man who is using the beautiful girl for his pleasure. He’s the one who breaks them.

He’s no longer a father.

He’s a monster.

And I wonder how long it will take for him to finally break me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

RIVER

Since we were young, we fell down a sordid path of self-destruction. It’s not something we chose. It was forced upon us, and there was no way out. We waded through the darkest depths of depravity, and we basked in it. We found pleasure in the desires that kept us hooked on each other. Like a drug, he was my fix. And like a cure, I was his medication. Until I fell. The moment I looked into my best friend’s eyes, I knew I loved him.

I see the depravity in his eyes — the yearning he exudes. Drake was shattered when he learned the truth about his family, but the moment it hurt him the most was the day his father broke me. When we had no choice but to allow Malcolm to play his games.

From then to now, nothing’s changed. Outwardly. However, the person I knew is no longer who I’m looking at now. I watch Drake while he’s busy in the office. He knows I can see him. The cameras around the house are set up to allow one person to see everything happening in any room.

His father used to sit here and watch us. I know he did; that’s how he found out about my relationship with his eldest son. The emotion I held for Drake was clear in my actions, in my words, and I was stupid enough to allow Malcolm to see it.

Sighing, I head down the hallway toward the staircase that will take me down to the cells. I need to try to talk to Rayne. My sister is a stranger to me. Sadly, she doesn’t even remember who I am. Not that I blame her.

When I reach her cell, I watch her for a moment. Her small body is curled into a ball. A twenty-one-year-old woman, but she looks so much younger, and it hurts my heart.

Rayne glances up when I tap the bar. Her wide eyes meet mine. Hers shimmer with tears, and mine, they’re cold and hardened by years of pain. I don’t feel anything anymore. A boy broken. And a girl shattered.

“Who are you?” she questions in a raspy tone. “Let me out of here. They’ll find me and hurt me. I need to run.” My chest aches as she speaks. Her voice, so much like my mothers, from what I can remember. The woman who gave up her children.

Hatred coils in my veins, a sleeping serpent slowly waking from its slumber. Rayne rises from the bed, stalking closer to the bars. She smirks, attempting to seduce me with a sway in her hips. She lifts the tank top she’s wearing, baring her tits to me.

She’s transformed into the dark temptress right before me. Nothing like the delicate version of her that only moments ago begged to be set free. She seems almost virginal. I say almost because this woman is far from an angel. They’ve turned her into something vile.



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