Barely Legal Vol. 4: (A New Adult Erotic Romance Thriller) (Barely Legal Series) Read online

  Barely Legal

  Barely Legal: A Serial

  VOL. 4

  Kailin Gow

  Barely Legal (Barely Legal Vol 4)

  Published by Kailin Romance and Sparklesoup Inc.

  Copyright © 2014 Kailin Gow

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  DEDICATION

  To my readers. This is the final book in the Barely Legal Series. Thank you for being part of Laura, Peter, Serena, and Sebastian’s journey. I truly hope most of you will be happy with the ending.

  Prologue

  Laura

  Blinded by the dark bag over my head, I was thrown to the floor of a dank and moldy smelling building. We’d driven for twenty minutes or so, and while I’d tried to keep track of the turns left and right, I was soon lost.

  “Think very carefully about what you have to say about Michael, Laura.” Willow whipped the bag off my head. “And get your slut friend to remember what really happened.” She tapped Serena’s shoulder with the tip of her foot.

  By the time my eyes adjusted to the bright light streaming in through the windows high above us, Jackson and Willow were gone.

  “Serena,” I said as she began to fidget.

  “I have a horrible headache,” she muttered, her eyes still closed.

  “I think Willow may have hit you over the head.”

  She moaned and tried to reach for her head, but, like mine, her hands were tied behind her back. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

  “I can hear water lapping against a solid surface outside. A boat maybe.”

  “Or the docks.”

  “Why would they bring us to the docks?”

  “I don’t know. Jackson is in cahoots with Willow, but I don’t know what they’re planning. Willow mentioned Michael’s murder. She wants answers.”

  Serena opened her eyes and struggled to sit up. “We’ve got to get out of here. Willow is crazier than anyone can imagine.”

  “The cord around my wrists is getting looser. I’ve been pushing and pulling ever since Jackson tied me up. I should be able to get out soon.”

  “Mine is tight and won’t budge. I’m sure I’ll have a deep rope burn when this is all over.”

  “Hush, I think they’re coming back.” I could hear the clickity click of heels on the cement floor.

  “So, ladies,” Willow said, wringing her hands together like the true witch she was. “Are we ready to talk?”

  “Sure,” Serena said, real cool. “What do you want to chat about, Willow? The next socialite event? Spring fashion? Color coordinated purse and shoes?”

  Willow smacked Serena hard across the face. “You really think this is the time to be smart?”

  Unperturbed, Serena licked the drop of blood off her bottom lip.

  “If they don’t feel like talking,” Willow said to Jackson, “I want you to make them feel something they won’t forget.”

  “Don’t you think you’re pushing it a bit too far, Willow?” Jackson said.

  Raging, she turned to him. “You forget who you're talking to, Jack.”

  “I just think there might be another way of getting what you want.”

  Angry beyond words, Willow grabbed Jackson’s arm and guided him out the door. Once the door closed, we could clearly hear her berate her partner in crime.

  “Come on,” I said as I pulled my wrists free of the cord that had bound my hands together. “We’ll get the hell out of here while they fight it out.”

  I helped Serena to her feet and looked around for something to cut her cord. With nothing useful in sight, I turned her around and tried to untie the knot.

  “Damn it,” I muttered as I dug my fingernails in.

  “Told you it was tight.”

  “Okay, never mind that for now. You can still walk, right.”

  “Awkward, but yeah. Let’s go.”

  “I think the door they went through leads to the waterfront. There must be a back door somewhere that opens to the street.”

  We ran to the other end of what appeared to be a warehouse. Boxes lined the far wall and large crates were set up in a series of rows that ran from the front to the warehouse to the back.

  “Through here,” Serena said. “I can see a door at the end of this row.”

  Following her awkward gait, we headed down the row. From a distance it looked ajar, and my heart soared with hopeful optimism, but just as we neared our door to freedom, Serena stumbled and fell over. She managed to keep from breaking her face by breaking her fall with her shoulder.

  “You okay?” I bent down to help her up.

  “Damn.”

  In the distance I heard those clickity click heels again.

  “Come on,” I whispered. “They’re coming back.”

  She hobbled and groaned her way to the door. Just inches away, I ran and pushed into the door, but it didn’t budge and I nearly snapped my wrists in my attempt.

  “What’s the matter? Open the door.”

  “Something’s blocking it. It won’t open.” Sweat trickled down my brow and I pushed all my weight into the door. “Come on,” I muttered to myself. “Come on.”

  I heard Serena yelp with pain and fear just as my head swung back from the pull on my hair.

  “You ladies are trying my patience.” Willow’s voice was dangerously calm and collected as it brushed along my ear.

  Chapter 1

  Willow didn’t soften her hold of my hair at all. She yanked me around like a little girl carrying her doll about the house by the hair. And Jackson didn’t exactly make it easy on Serena either. He grabbed her bound wrists and pushed her roughly back through the row we’d just taken and when she stumbled and fell, he yanked her back up and continued to push her along.

  We arrived at a small office and Willow flung me to the wall and Serena quickly came to join me.

  “You’ve wasted enough of my time.” Not waiting for Jackson to take the lead, she came to us and gave us each a sharp slap across the face. “I want to know which one of you was with my brother when he died. Which one was the last one to see him alive?”

  “Why can’t you trust the police to do their job?” Serena said. She was answered with another slap.

  “Were you with him?”

  Defiantly, Serena brought her gaze to meet Willow’s who raised her hand to smack her again, but suddenly stopped and brought her hand back to her side, shaking off the stinging pain of the previous slap.

  “It hurts too much to just slap her. You get it out of her,” she ordered Jackson. “I don’t care if you have to leave her in a bleeding heap. I want to know what happened that day. I want to know what my brother’s last words were.”

  Jackson took a tentative step forward.

  “Don’t forget what we talked about, Jackson,” she warned.

  He grabbed Serena’s arm, turned her around and pushed her face to the wall before taking the whip that lay limp on the desk; Serena’s whip.

  “Let’s see how she can handle her own medicine,” Willow said with an amused grin.

/>   Jackson cracked the whip in the air then brought it down on Serena’s back. I winced in pain for her, but she remained silent. From where I stood I could see that her eyes were open and she was staring steadily at the floor, her lips set in a determined line. It was an expression of determination I’d never seen on her before, and as Jackson brought the whip down on her again, I could have sworn I saw the hint of a smile on her hardened lips.

  “Harder,” Willow pressed. “Make the bitch scream for mercy.”

  After a few more silent blows to her back, Willow jumped in, grabbing Serena by the hair and pulling her head back. “Is this how you enjoyed your last moments with my brother? Is this the sick pleasure you got from being with him? Tell me what you did to him. Tell me what he said as you slowly squeezed the last life’s breath out of him.”

  Her eyes glazed over, Serena simply stared into nothing.

  “Again,” Willow said to Jackson. “And lay off the wimpy wrist. I want you to give it to her as hard as you can.”

  The whip cracked so loud, my ears popped, and while the lashing sliced through Serena’s shirt, she remained quiet and immobile. Again and again, Jackson brought the whip down on her, leaving her shirt in shreds and her back a bloody mess. I could barely watch and wanted to gag as the lashing continued.

  “Please stop,” I finally murmured, unable to watch any longer.

  “Keep going,” Willow said.

  “I think we’ve underestimated her,” Jackson said after another dozen lashings.

  “She has a breaking point. All we have to do is get to it.”

  “You don’t get it, do you? She was trained by Price, trained to endure it all.” He dropped the whip and went to Serena, grabbing her arm and turned her to them. Her eyes were heavily hooded, not in pain, but in arousal.

  The look of shock on Willow’s face was worth a million and I inadvertently chuckled.

  “You think this is funny?” She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to her then quickly pushed me away while still holding a chunk of my hair. Back and forth she shook me until my head ached and my eyes rolled up to the back of my head.

  “Leave her,” she ordered Jackson. “Let’s see how she can handle watching her friend get that treatment.” Still clinging to my hair, she grabbed the knot of my shirt and pulled it open, revealing my breasts.

  For a curious and envious moment, she stared at me, stared at them. From the corner of my eye I caught Jackson adjusting his crotch, but Willow caught it too, and the envious gleam in her eye turned to venom. She yanked my head back until I was almost touching the floor with the top of my head. Feeling incredibly vulnerable, I was shocked when she then grabbed my breast and roughly settled her lips on it. She sucked my nipple hard for an arousing moment, then bit into it, causing me to scream out.

  “How does that grab you?” she asked Serena. Laughing with demonic amusement, she let go and I plummeted to the floor.

  “You're pushing this too far,” Serena said.

  Willow grabbed the hair at the top of my head and pulled me up. “Actually, I’m starting to enjoy this quite a bit.” She slapped by breast. “Tell me, Serena. Does watching turn you on as much as getting whipped?”

  “Leave her out of this, Willow. You know damn well this is just between you and me; your brother, your obsession with my man, your need to…”

  “Your man?” She waved a reprimanding finger at Serena. “You might have bewitched Bash with your little miss innocent act, your school girl who can fuck like slut act, but make no mistake; he’s mine, and when I show him the kind of woman you really are, he’ll realize that I’m the only woman for him.”

  Willow turned me to Serena. “Watch your friend carefully.” She lifted my skirt, exposing my bare bottom. “Such a nice, white, unblemished ass, except for this one little mark that I assume is from Jackson.”

  I looked to Serena and tried to gain strength from the punishment she’d just endured. I didn’t want to be the weak link in this tortured chain.

  “Hand me the whip,” Willow told Jackson.

  I swallowed the ball of fear that sent a chill over every inch of my skin. Glancing back, I caught Willow as she took the butt end of the whip and tapped my ass with it, but the gentle tapping soon became hard thuds and I could feel my ass turn black and blue.

  “You like the butt end of a whip, Laura?” She put her hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me to bend at the waist. “Let’s see how you really like it.”

  Anticipating a real pounding, I cried out in surprise when she shoved the butt end of the whip inside me.

  “Just like a real slut. You’ll take anything in, won’t you?”

  Amazed by how aroused I was, and knowing that Jackson was probably foaming at the mouth, I looked to Serena for an indication of what I should do next.

  She fucked me with the whip for a few moments before getting bored. “Let’s see what else you like.” She turned to Jackson. “Hold her down.”

  While he kept me immobile, Willow rummaged through the office and finally came back to me with a bottle of whiskey she found in the second drawer of the desk.

  “Stop!” Serena cried out. “I’ll tell you what you want.”

  “Serena,” I pleaded. “Don’t incriminate yourself. She only wants to…”

  I was abruptly cut off and gagged as Willow shoved the bottleneck inside me and pumped it in and out in quick succession. Only the bulky, square body of the bottle kept her from pushing it in completely.

  “I was with Michael,” Serena said.

  “Are you telling me this bitch is innocent?” Willow said as she held the bottleneck deep.

  “Laura wasn’t even in Aspen.”

  Willow leaned over my shoulder, keeping the bottle pressed in me with her hip. “How does it feel getting screwed with whiskey?” She straightened up suddenly and pulled the bottle out, opened the bottle and shoved it back in. The cool liquid was immediately countered with the heat of the alcohol.

  “I said I was with Michael,” Serena called out. “Leave her alone.”

  “Actually, I’m enjoying this immensely. I wonder what else would fit in there.”

  I tried to straighten up, but Jackson quickly pushed me back down, pushing me until my nose was pressed against my knees.

  “How ‘bout I pick her up?” Jackson offered. “Turn her over. I could go for a shot of whiskey”

  I recognized the deep arousal of his voice, that tone that registered the animal in him had been awakened. When he was like this, anything could happen. He could forget who I was; forget what I was. He’d treated me like an object before, tying me up in a corner and leaving me there for hours.

  “Knock yourself out,” Willow said.

  Chapter 2

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me back so that my legs were up in the air and my face was up against his feet. He forced his head between my legs, parting them. Feeling vulnerable beyond belief, I tried to free myself, but he held me in a vice grip with one arm while he reached for the bottle and pulled it out to quickly set his lips over mine to lap up the strong liquid.

  “Suck her up like the slut that she is. Damn bitch thinks she can play with elite society. How do you like the way we play, Laura?” Willow bent over and yanked my head to the side to look me in the eye. “You like the way we play, huh? You still like to hang around with the crowd who is so much above you? You think you would have learn by now to stick to your own kind… scum.”

  My body was divided, aroused by the delicious sensations of Jackson’s lips devouring me below, but disgusted with the whole scene.

  I heard Serena struggle to get free, to come help me, but there was nothing she could do.

  Crossing her arms over her chest, Willow leaned back and watched the scene with a dangerously intent look in her eyes.

  Jackson dug in, licking up the whiskey and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm at the same time. With the blood rushing to my head from being upside down, and the pull of the org
asm, I quickly grew weak, but just before I could get a semblance of an orgasm, Jackson straightened me up, shifted me over, and lay my torso face down over the desk, leaving my ass up in the air.

  “Hey,” Willow shouted. “You're giving her more pleasure than pain. Stop being a selfish pervert and show her who’s boss.”

  He slapped my ass, then grabbed my hair to lift my head off the desk only to smash it back down. I wanted to plead him to stop, but I didn’t have a chance to utter a word before he smashed my head down again.

  The room turned dark and my ears rang with a hollow echo. I went limp and the world went away only to return some time later. Vaguely aware I’d passed out, I kept my eyes closed and listened to our captors’ exchange.

  “Want to get in on the game?” Jackson said, his guttural chuckle so fiercely tuned into every sexual fiber in his body.

  “You just want to watch some girl on girl action, you horny bastard.”

  “You're sealed in a room with two of the biggest, most perfect subs you could ever find. Why not have fun with it?”

  I cracked open my eyes only to realize that blood had trickled from a cut somewhere on my head and was caked dry around my left eye. With my good eye, I scanned the office. Standing before Serena was Willow, sexy and strong, diabolically strong. I’d always seen her as a cold fish in a cashmere sweater, so when she pulled off her beautiful silk shirt and kicked out of her skirt, I was stunned.

  “You had a good fuck with my brother,” she hissed as she turned her attention to Serena. “Let’s see how you like his sister.”

  Helplessly immobile, Serena looked up at her and waited for the punishment to come.

  Willow made slow calculated work of Serena’s tattered shirt, holding it with the tips of her fingers and pulling it off as if it were a contaminated rag.

  “Well, I really don’t see what Sebastian finds so interesting there.” She repeatedly lifted Serena’s breasts and released it.

  Groggy and a little disoriented, I gurgled something unintelligible. A feeble plea to stop, I guess.