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Anger and disgust stir in my gut. I try to pull my hand from hers, her warm touch too much to take right now, but she continues to hold me with a death grip. It’s as if she’s scared that if she releases me, I’ll run and never look back.

To be fair, she probably should be worried.

For two weeks, all I’ve wanted is to find her, to pull her into my arms and never let go. But the reality has been nothing like I hoped. I wasn’t expecting to come face-to-face with the evidence that she’s been with them. That she’s been with everyone but me.

I’m more than aware it's my own fault. She’s offered herself up to me more than enough times over the past five years. I know that. But it doesn’t stop the hurt.

We come to a stop in the middle of the room and she finally releases my hand.

Stepping away, she pushes a door open and pokes her head inside.

“It has a tub,” she says simply, before returning and standing in front of me. “I know how this looks,” she confesses, glancing down at herself.

“Do you?” I ask roughly.

“Mav,” she sighs, shaking her head, “none of this was meant to happen.”

“So you weren’t meant to be Victor’s whore?” I spit, hating how much venom is in my tone, but unable to do anything about it.

My words hit her like a bullet, but she doesn’t crumble; instead, she squares her shoulders, ready for battle.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“How many?” I ask, needing to understand exactly what I’m dealing with here.

“Too many. But that doesn’t matter. It’s not exactly like I was an innocent virgin.”

I can’t help but scoff.

“I did it for you,” she cries. “Everything I have done since that night in the woods has been for you.” My teeth grind and my fists curl at her audacity.

“Oh, well, if that’s the case, I really should be thanking you. Thank you for bouncing on every other motherfucker’s dick but mine. You’ve really out-fucking-done yourself.”

She moves faster than I give her credit for and before I get a chance to move, her palm cracks across my cheek.

My head snaps to the side, much like JD’s did when I punched him downstairs.

I react on instinct, my arm darting out and my hand wrapping around her throat.

I force her back until she collides with the wall with such force, all the air in her lungs comes rushing out.

She stares up at me with huge, shocked, tear-filled eyes as my fingers tighten, cutting off her air supply.

It’s been so fucking long since I’ve done this. Since I’ve forgotten about everything and taken exactly what I need from a woman.

But then she whimpers and I remember exactly who I’m manhandling. Reality is like a bucket of ice water thrown over my head.

“Is this what you want? You want to be treated like a whore. Thrown around? Strangled? Forced to take any dick pointed in your direction.”

Her tears finally spill over, her body trembling in my hold.

“Mav,” she whimpers. “Please, don’t do this.”

My chest heaves as I stare at her, the image that was so clear in my mind when I was forced to listen to her and JD together is more vivid than ever now that I’m staring into her eyes.

“I didn’t do any of this,” I confess, my anger starting to ebb the longer I watch tears freely fall from her eyes. “All I’ve ever done is what I’ve thought was best for you.”

She swallows, her throat rippling under my fingers.

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