Page 64 of Pretty Little Thief


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He closes the gap between us, pulling me out of the chair by my jaw. His fingers dig into my skin as I squirm to get away from him. It’s no use, he’s stronger and bigger than I am, and right now, he’s got the advantage.

“Have they touched you, wife?” he seethes. “Did you give the help what’s rightfully mine?”

“Fuck you! You have no right to speak to me this way.”

He tosses me to the bed, and I hear a scuffle outside the door. They know I’m in trouble. They’re going to burst through that door at any moment. I know it.

He falls on top of me with one forearm supporting his body. I can smell the wine wafting from his lips as his free hand snakes down to cup my pussy overtop my dress. My entire body freezes in shock.

“This is mine. I was promised the virgin princess, and I’ll be damned if I’m made out to be a fool.”

His hand disappears underneath my dress. “Please. Please don’t do this.” He scowls at me in disgust, shoving two fingers inside me, and I start to panic. “Cal! Grey!” I scream, but he slams his hand down over my mouth, silencing me and making it hard to breathe.

He laughs as I kick and wiggle beneath him to get free, but I’m not strong enough. He pries my legs open effortlessly, wedging his knees beneath my thighs. His fingers move inside me, and I’m filled with disgust and shame.

“Pussy’s still tight.” He leans forward, licking and biting my jaw. “Either they are incredibly small or you’re not as dumb as I thought you were.”

“Fuck you,” I mumble under the weight of his palm.

He throws his head back and lets out a wicked laugh. “Well, if you insist.”

Without moving his hand from my mouth, he pulls his fingers out of me and shoves his pants down to release his cock. Feeling him against me ignites a new spark of panic, and I begin to fight with everything I’ve got.

He won’t take this from me.

My arms flail, and I drag my nails down the side of his face, marking him with my rage.

He spreads my thighs farther apart with his body and finally releases my mouth to grab my wrists in an attempt to containme. He slams my hands over my head as he lines his cock up at my entrance. I use my legs to kick him off, pushing myself further up the bed and putting some distance between us.

And that’s when I feel it, nudging my thigh just waiting for me to take hold of it.

He loses his balance, falling forward. My hands are still locked in his grip as I move to buck him off me—but I feel the burn of him entering me.

I pull my leg back and plant it on his chest, using all my strength to keep him from going any farther.

He releases his hold on me to toss my legs away.

My hand flies to my thigh, pulling my dagger from its sheath and dragging it across his face.

In the same moment, he bears all his weight down on me. Spreading my thighs open and giving him full access to slide into me completely.

I scream out in pain, my stomach churns with disgust. He releases a demonic laugh as my eyes widen when he bottoms out inside me.

My chest heaves for air. I grip my dagger tight then bury it in his side. He tries knocking my hand away, but I twist the knife deeper into his side.

“Fuck!” he shouts, looking down at his torso. “You’ll pay for that one, bitch.”

Pain radiates through my head as his hand comes down in full force.

I pull the dagger out slightly and shove it back in. Taking advantage of his shock, I jam my legs into his chest.

With that, he pulls out of me, stumbling back off the bed. His hand goes to his side. Blood leaking from his open wound. His face morphs into a devilish grin.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

Grey

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