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Fuck. Him.
“Behave and I won’t have to do this to you,” Logan says in a stern tone. “I’ll make a good husband out of you for Mya. She’ll be lucky to have you.”
These people are insanely fucked-up.
Completely bonkers.
I don’t respond to him because I don’t want to hear the despair in my voice. Once he releases me, I quickly scramble over to the sleeping bag he said belongs to me. Not making eye contact with him or Kristen, I gingerly start to sit down but soon realize that hurts too damn bad. With a ragged sigh, I sprawl out onto the top of the sleeping bag face down so my sore ass won’t hurt as much.
Sleeping isn’t an option. My mind is racing with all the ways my life has been shattered. If only Ryder were here. He would destroy him for this. The last time I was in a tent, Ryder touched my cock. It was beautiful and perfect. I’d give anything to go back to that moment we had. Anything to see him for just a second.
My distracting thoughts are pushed away by the sounds of smacking. Is he whipping Kristen now too? I manage to turn my head to catch a peek at the two of them in the shadowed tent.
He’s fucking her.
It’s the sound of their bare skin slapping together.
She’s pressed face down onto the sleeping bag as Logan savagely thrusts into her. I can’t see his face in the dark with the fire light behind him, but I sense his attention on me. Quickly, I turn away, once again choosing to stare at the tent instead.
Their fucking seems to go on forever. She whimpers and mewls, none of which sound like she’s enjoying it, and he grunts more frequently as he gets close to release.
“Fuck, yes,” Logan hisses as the slapping sound becomes less rhythmic. “Oh, fuck that was hot.”
Hot?
The man has lost his mind.
“Stay just like that, Kristen,” Logan instructs. “If you don’t get pregnant soon, I may just have to trade you in for someone who can. We have options now. As a councilman for our community, I can and will slough off the dead weight. The establishment and growth of the Higher Earth family depends on creating a strong foundation and feeding it with competent men and women.”
What the hell is Higher Earth?
And they have options now? Like Raegan?
Sadie?
Anger simmers beneath my pain and fear, just a few bubbles that begin to grow with intensity. This whole group of nutsos are exactly who my parents tried to protect us from. We stupidly were excited to meet new people, and me and Raegan both experienced our first crushes. Little did we know they’d turn into…this. A fucking cult of creeps.
I fall asleep, dreaming of ways to kill them all.
Every last one of them.
The sounds of children giggling wake me from my slumber. I’m unable to tell if it’s Dakota or Declan. I’m still straining to listen when a large hand strokes over my back.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Logan asks, voice filled with concern.
Bile creeps up my throat. I don’t want to look at him or hear his voice. I certainly don’t want his touch.
Recoiling, I hiss out, “Don’t touch me.”
He chuckles as though what I’ve demanded is funny. “You’re understandably upset, pet, but you’ll get over it.”
“Ronan. My name is Ronan. Not your fucking pet.”
I tense as I wait for him to lash out in anger. He chuckles again before tugging my boxers down. “Let’s have a look at the damage.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to put my mind anywhere but here. He’s gentle as he caresses my bruised flesh.
“It’s going to hurt for a few days,” Logan says finally. “Try not to earn any more punishments until those heal up.”
