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To crawl into my sleeping bag and sleep this living nightmare away.
“What an eventful night,” Michael croons. “And now, for our last pairing.”
Last pairing?
From across the fire, Destiny sits beside Jace, her head bowed and silent.
No.
“Son, I trust you’ll be a good husband for sweet little Destiny?” Michael asks, grinning his way. “She seems like she’s a lot more compliant than the wife your cousin is dealing with.”
I attempt to stand, but CJ grips me tighter. Spluttering out my words will have to do. “She’s just a kid. Please don’t do this.”
Jace hugs Destiny to his side. “Don’t worry, Raegan. I promise I’ll protect her.”
Protect her?
He’s who she needs protecting from!
“Now that that’s settled, men, secure your wives so we can have a celebratory drink.” Michael nods at CJ and then Jace. “And, Logan, make sure your problem won’t continue to be a problem.”
With tears continuing to stream out of my eyes, I watch as Logan takes his foot off Ronan’s head and then hauls him to his feet. He’s rough with him as he forces him back to his tent. Kristen hops to her feet and trots after them. Before the zipper closes behind them, CJ stands, pulling me to my feet.
“Let’s go,” he grunts. “Behave.”
I jerk at his hold to no avail. Too easily, he drags me over to his tent. Once I’m shoved inside, he follows, removing his belt. At first, I think he’s going to whip me with it.
“Don’t,” I warn, my voice shaking as I crab walk backward over the sleeping bags. “Please.”
“Turn around,” CJ orders. “Don’t fight me on this.”
I scream when he tackles me. Because he’s a grown man, it’s not difficult for him to flip me onto my stomach. He grabs both of my hands, yanking them together at the small of my back.
“Seriously, Raegan. Just fucking behave. We can be good together. Let it happen.”
Let it happen?
Is he insane?
“I would rather eat bear shit than let anything willingly ‘happen’ between us,” I spit out, heart racing in my chest. “You disgust me.”
He grumbles under his breath as he uses his belt to bind my wrists together. I cry out when he squeezes them together too hard.
“Ow,” I choke out. “I’m sorry. Please, not so tight.”
His sigh is one of frustration as though I’m a bratty child, but he thankfully listens, loosening the belt so that I can feel my fingers again. Once he secures me, he crouches over me, nose in my hair, and inhales me. My entire body freezes as warning bells go off.
“Soon,” he promises in the barest of whispers. “We’ll consummate our marriage. You’ll officially be mine, little virgin.” He chuckles. “I’ll have to come up with a new nickname, though, because little virgin won’t work after tonight.”
He pulls away and playfully smacks my ass over my jeans before slipping out of the tent. I bury my face in the sleeping bag, allowing myself a moment to feel sorry for myself, sobbing until I’m hiccupping.
But after a few minutes, my breathing evens out and my heart rate slows.
I wriggle until I free one hand and then another.
These people may have taken away everything from me, but they won’t takethat. I refuse to let CJ take my virginity. I’ll sneak out and check on Ronan while these assholes have their celebratory drink. Then I’ll hold my brother to his promise.
I choose Ronan.
