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“Stay still, you fucking bitch.” He applies more force, moulding his chest to my back as he releases his hand, tugging the tulle skirt of my dress up and exposing me in all the wrong places.
Finally, the tears I tried so desperately to conceal seep from my eyes, burning their way down my cheeks, pooling in the seam where his palm covers my mouth.
The liquid fear coats my upper lip as he pulls my thong to the side. Closing my eyes, I block it all out, the feel of his hand sliding through my slit as he wets my entrance with his saliva, the intrusion of his fingers as they force their way inside me.
Holding my breath, I rob my lungs of air.
I pray…I pray I’ll blackout, so I don’t have to relive this moment every day for the rest of my life.
I thrash, wishing I was strong enough to force him off me.
When nothing works, I give in to the reality of what is happening and my body goes limp, numb to his fingers buried inside me as he forces me to stretch for him.
“I’m really going to enjoy tearing your cunt with my cock.”
My blood pulses as my fear electrifies every cell in my body. “Stop,” I cry out, but it hits his palm, dulling the sound into an intelligible muffle.
Behind me, he shuffles, undoing his pants. Closing my eyes, I brace myself for the intrusion, but it never comes.
Suddenly, the weight holding me down disappears, but with my body still shaking, I can’t move. Someone tugs my dress down, covering my legs, then arms wrap around me, pulling me against a warm chest.
My vision is nothing but blurred shapes, distorted by the tears freefalling down my cheeks, but the crunch of bone reverberates through the air, followed by Rohan’s gravelly threat. “You rotten son of a bitch. I’m going to bury you. Nobody touches her and lives. I’ll kill you fucking all.”
The pounding continues, hit after hit swooshes through the air, but I can’t look.
“Rohan, stop, you’re going to draw attention.”
“Just get her the fuck out of here.”
“But—”
“Now, Aodhán.” The grip on me tightens, but he doesn’t move. “Now!”
In moments, I am floating through the air, clinging to him like a lifeline. “Aodhán.”
“You’re okay, Saoirse. I’ve got you. I promise. You’re safe now.”
Before I know what’s happening, my body greets cool leather as Aodhán places me onto a passenger seat before tugging off his suit jacket and covering me with it. He’s still standing outside the car, but he hunkers down next to the open door, bringing himself to my level. “Can I get you anything?”
Wrapping my arms around myself, I avoid his eyes and shake my head.
“Are you okay?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I focus on the windscreen, losing myself in the thick treeline. Finally, he stands, and from the corner of my eye, I watch him pace up and down, back and forth over the asphalt, muttering to himself. When the silence becomes too much to bear, I croak out, “Where has Rohan gone?”
His hands rush through his blond hair, tugging on the long strands on top of his head. He halts, spearing his concerned gaze towards me. “He’s coming, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that, please.” My voice cracks. “That’s what he called me. Please don’t call me that again.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry, Saoirse.” His usually carefree humour-laced face drops, but right now, I can’t bring myself to comfort him.
Another few moments pass until finally Aodhán releases a relieved breath.
“Where is she?” Rohan roars. Peering in the rearview mirror, I spy him as he rushes towards the car. Within seconds, he is dropping to his knees next to the open passenger door. His blood-stained hands cup my chin before carefully bringing my eyes to his. The look on his face breaks me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, unwilling to accept the thoughts and emotions swirling in his eyes.
“Don’t do that, love. Don’t hide from me.”
Tears leak from the corner of my eyes and trail down the slope of my nose, but I refuse to open them.
