Page 83 of Recovering Ivy

“Oh, good, sleeping beauty is awake,” a man’s voice came over the line. “I was beginning to think I was gonna have to fuck you while you slept.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“I told you, I like feisty bitches. The more you fight, the better it will feel when I’m balls deep in your sweet virgin ass.”

“Please,” Ivy begged.

“Motherfucker!” I shouted.

“Lock it down. Almost there.”

With a clarity I’d never possessed, I planned Lance’s execution.

“You all should stay in the car,” I informed them.

Fuck that echoed in the truck.

“’Preciate you all having my back, but we are on US soil. I’m going to kill him in cold blood. If I face a murder charge, I don’t want any of you near it. Drop me off and go.”

“Not gonna happen,” my brother said as Declan pulled into the parking lot of the motel.

“I need you clean…”

“That’s going to be my sister-in-law. She’s all of ours.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Roger that.”

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“Please,” I begged.

“Begging already? We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”

Before I could say another word, Lance was on the bed and had ripped my shirt open with such violence my head whipped back and my teeth gnashed together.

“Stop!” I screamed and tried to kick him off.

He was too strong, too heavy. I couldn’t stop him when he pulled my shorts down my legs. I kicked out and made contact somewhere on his chest before he caught my ankle and pulled me down the bed.

“Oh, yeah, fight me, Ivy.”

I was on my stomach, my legs dangling off the bed. Lance’s forearm was on the back of my neck and he had a fist full of hair.

“This is gonna hurt.” He laughed, and I felt his bare legs touch the inside of my thighs.

“Please don’t, Lance. Please stop.” I tried to close my legs and wiggle away from him.

“Wanna feel how hard you make me?”

My stomach lurched and I could taste the bile in my mouth.

This was it, there was nothing I could do to stop him. I wrenched my eyes closed and tried to summon up anything about Zane. Something I could get lost in, anything to take me far away from the here and now. I wouldn’t survive this. I couldn’t. My mother had sealed my fate. She won.

My panties were being torn off and I screamed.