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“I’m going to be your husband in a few hours. I have the right to check on my bride.” Tyson creeps toward the bed. When he moves in front of the windows, the moonlight casts a glow over his twisted expression.
A chill scuttles down my back. His pupils are not even visible, making him look demonic. Rightly so since I’m convinced he’s an ancestor of Satan himself. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a pen next to my earrings on the nightstand… just in case.
But he wouldn’t—
Before I can even finish the thought, he’s on top of me. He presses one knee into my sternum, flattening my lungs. His other leg locks me in place while he unzips his pants and pulls out his hard cock.
“You were dreaming about Malikov? Fucking Malikov?” He sneers, stroking his dick. “Why? Because you think you love him or some shit like that?”
“Are you jealous, Tyson?” I sneer, wiggling against him.
“Are you stupid enough to embarrass me?” He shoves his knee harder into me. “Because you don’t want to be one of those people who is stupid enough to defy me. It will end very badly for you.” He leans close. “It might even kill you.”
I flounder on the mattress, trying to suck in oxygen. My head feels like a cement block, his words muffled by my strangled breathing.
Tyson’s lips hover over mine. “Zak Malikov is finished, Skyla. And so is his family. I’m the only one you’re gonna be fucking—in your dreams, in my bed, anywhere and anytime I want that pussy.”
I open my mouth to scream and he shoves his cock between my lips, thrusting hard so that the tip hits the back of my throat. He juts his hips, forcing himself deeper. My eyes sting with tears as I sputter, choke, and gag.
“Get ready ’cause I’m gonna fuck that tight ass next,” he hisses, thrusting faster. “And you’ll still be a virgin when we get married tomorrow. And then your sweet pussy will be mine to use and destroy.”
A strangled cry knots in my throat. The bitter tang of precum hits my tongue. I clamp down on his dick with my teeth, biting hard. Tyson screams like a bitch and pulls out of my mouth before I can draw blood.
Too bad his reaction time was so quick. I wanted to sever the head and fucking spit it at him.
He falls backward, checking himself for damage.Freedom.
I kick him in the chest and he loses balance, falling backward on the mattress. I take the opportunity to roll off the side of the bed and grab the pen from the nightstand before running to the opposite side of the room. I grab the handle on the bedroom door, jostling the wedding dress that hangs next to it. The tiny crystals sewn into the fabric glitter in the thin stream of moonlight that slithers into the room when the door cracks open.
It's beautiful, adding to the smoke and mirrors of the whole sordid plan.
A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s after midnight. It’s bad luck for the groom to see the dressorthe bride before the wedding, which is pretty appropriate because this whole sham marriage is a dark and twisted wormhole that I’m about to get sucked into.
“Don’t even think about leaving.”
“I’m doing more than thinking.” My entire body shudders, his low, foreboding tone stopping me dead. I turn and hold up my hand, shaking the pen at him. “You sick fuck. This is over. I’m calling my parents.”
He shoves his dick back in his pants and buttons them back up. “You’re not calling anyone.”
“Well, I’m sure as hell not marrying you.” My voice rises, choked with dread. I grip the pen tight. “And if you come anywhere near me, I’ll stab you in the fucking eye.”
“Your threats mean nothing to me, little girl. You will learn to play this game or else.” He slides off the bed. “Don’t be stupid, Skyla. You know exactly what your family has to lose.”
Blood rushes between my ears. Tyson creeps toward me, and I wield the pen like it’s a samurai sword.
But I know it can’t save me. Nothing can.
Chapter6
Zak
Istand in front of the mirror in my hotel room at the Four Seasons in Palm Beach the next morning and adjust my bow tie. I grab the tube of gel, squeeze it into my hand, and rub it into my hair, slicking it back.
“You clean up nice,” my brother Danil says with a smirk. “Love the penguin suit.”
I flip off my phone screen. “I’ve gotta blend.”
“Just make sure nobody sees you. There’s a lot at stake, and if the Van Dynes find out you’re there, they will shoot you on sight, got it?” My other brother Luka’s face comes into view, but he’s not smiling. His forehead is pinched, his jaw tense. “According to Alek’s intel, Denis Stepanov will be at that wedding today, too. The security will rival the Secret Service detail for the president.”
