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“Most would have given in.” He voices with admiration.
“He tried to imprint his ring into my skin.” I swallow sickly. The memory whips around me, as painful as before. “But there was so much blood,” I choke. “There is a partial print. I just wanted him to kill me. I begged him to kill me. But sluts get cuts.” I heave raggedly, sucking in sharp lungfuls of air. He liked torturing women.
“Did you say sluts get cuts?” Lola appears, her face drawn and terrified.
Connor slides his hand around the back of her neck and gently massages.
“Can I-I see the imprint?” She trembles, her eyes filled with dread. My eyes burn, and I shake my head.
“Cara!” Ronan snaps.
Lola pulls me to her chest. “It’s okay. You’re doing great. It’s hard, I know, but I think the man that hurt you, hurt me too.” Her confession is raw, pained.
“It’s only visible in certain light.” I sniffle.
“Bathroom,” my husband insists.
“It's a mess. I'm sorry,” I cry softly.
“Don’t apologise.” Lola’s mouth twists. Something deep inside, insidious and vile, tells me she knows a little of my pain. “You don’t ever have to apologise.”
We all make our way down the hall. The light gets flicked on, and it illuminates every hair on our heads. I glimpse myself in the mirror and frantically wipe at my mascara-splotched face. Ronan pulls the jacket away, and I choke out a soft sob, pulling my arms to cover my breasts whilst they inspect my back. Shame burns through me.
“Oh god. Connor, it’s him,” Lola whimpers. I try to stand, but a heavy hand pushes me into the sink and holds me down.
“Down!” Ronan barks. I jump and grip the sink.
The door clicks shut, and I look to the floor. There are only his feet and mine in my eyeline. I move to grab the jacket, but he pushes me back down. Wide hands run over the flare of my hips and tangle with my lace thong. They move to cup my thighs where he yanks them apart and I thud against the marble counter, gasping. His hand returns to splay on my back, and I feel the heat of it scald my ruined skin. His zip rustles behind me and then he is breathing heavily, his hand moving behind me. Frowning, I wait for his touch, but it never comes. Ronan’s deep groan expands like a swollen bubble, infusing the air and settling in my ears.
He’s masturbating.
My eyes slant shut, and I try to picture his hand on my throat at the altar and not the low, intimate sounds he is making as he fucks his fist. His knuckles brush against the skin of my bottom, his strokes measured and sure. Heat prickles my body, warming my neck and drifting to live in my knickers. His speed increases, and his breathing turns choppy.
“Fuck,” he huffs. I whimper, and he groans low, “Again, I need to hear you again.”
“Ronan,” I gasp, struggling to accept what is happening. To accept that despite the ugly patterns on my back, this man still wants me. Despite how grateful I should be that I'm still alive, I can’t find it in me to not hate him.
He sucks in a rough expletive and then releases warm ropes of cum all over my back. I heave out a breath as he smears it all over my puckered skin. He draws his initials across my back. His wet palm runs up to my neck, gripping me in a dominant hold. The other hand works its way down to between my legs. His wide palm stretches my thighs apart, where he massages me through my panties. He presses the lace inside my pussy, soaking his fingertips. I choke out a quiet and shocked whine. He stands, hauling me up where our eyes meet in the mirror, and he lifts his finger to his mouth and sucks. “Your body is mine now. Don’t ever fucking hide anything from me again.”
I gawp wordlessly and jerk my neck free.
He chuckles. “Angry with me, darling?”
I stare past him, refusing to acknowledge or show my hurt.
“When I get back, I expect you to be ready for me. But your dad has been a naughty boy.”
CHAPTER FIVE
RONAN
Our drive back to the estate passes in tense silence. My boss didn’t want to leave Lola. Her recognising the imprint is another step to us figuring out who abducted her and who is stupid enough to taunt Connor and threaten his place at the helm.
Whoever it is, they have it coming to them.
And it will be bloody.
“Any update from Deacon?” I turn to look at Connor sitting beside me in the car.
