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“Did you tell your alphas you begged for my mark,princess?” he whispers into my wet hair.
I can’t help the whimper that releases when he presses harder with the blade, and I feel it cut into my flesh. My guys look helpless as they watch us up on the ledge.
I glance down at the street below. It is a dizzying height that no one would survive.
The next floor down has a patio that is out a little further. If I fall just right, I have a chance of living. But I can't think as my knee pounds with its own pulse where it slammed into the concrete when I was almost free. Slamming my heel into his foot again probably wouldn’t work. He has me to the side of him, and I’d most likely miss.
I don’t even attempt to hide my tears or my fear. It is what he wants to see. He wants to think he broke me, so I let him. But inside, I feel my emotions shutting off, the same way they did when he tortured me. The same way they did the last time he made me beg.
Sin. He is on his way. I need to get out of this before he shows up. Nothing will stop Jason from tossing me like yesterday’s trash and then getting a hold of Sin.
“That you were on your knees for me?” he hisses, his fingers tighten on my sore neck again. If I survive, it will be black and blue. “Tell them!” he demands as he shakes me again, rattling my brain in my head.
“I did,” I cry, playing into the fear. “I begged him to save my brother!”
Bastard. He vibrates with rage and shakes me violently.
“That isn’t why!”
My guys look at each other, and I know they are about to do something reckless to save me. I can’t let them get hurt. Jason is like a cornered and injured animal right now.
“You’re right, I wanted you. I’ve only ever wanted you.”
God, please let this work. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to a God I don’t believe in. That he will finally show some sort of grace and save me. But it is his son that loved the sinners, and I definitely am no angel. So maybe I should pray for his son.
“You can have the mafia and the money, Jason. I’ve never cared about any of it. I’ll give it to you.”
“It means nothing without the De Luca name backing me. I didn’t know that before,” he whispers, his arm becoming softer around my stomach.
I want to throw up. His palm flat against my abdomen makes the skin below feel like it is being eaten away by acid.
“You can’t be marked,” he says. My roots burn as he yanks my head back, arching my neck, and pressing his knife to my throat. “I’ll cut them off.”
It is my nightmare. My breath catches, and I can’t get more oxygen into my aching lungs.
“They’ll fade,” I choke. “If they don’t complete my heat with me, they will fade.”
He pauses and sniffs at me. I’m thankful the chlorine from the pool clings to my dress, hiding my true scent. Because it is not brownies baking in an oven. It is probably sour and tart like rotten milk.
“Your heat?”
I feel him running his nose over my neck to my ear, and my gag reflex is almost triggered.
“Any day now,” I admit. Hell, it is already seeping from my pours right now. If he had run with me and locked me up, instead of whatever this was, he would have had me completely without my choice.
“Then let’s get started now,” he says before he is dragging me to a lounge chair and tossing me down. When his suffocating body covers me, I freeze. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. He doesn’t notice as he undoes his belt and uses it to latch me to the top of the chair. “Tell the alphas to stay back, sweets, if they come closer, I won’t hesitate to slit your throat while I come inside you.”
I quake with fear. My lower lip wobbles as I wet them, attempting to say the words. Felix looks wrecked on the other side of the pool, Saint not much better standing next to him. While Austin is a barely contained storm.
“Don’t–” I say and catch my breath.
Austin shakes his head, and I’m not sure if he is saying okay, he won’t do it or no, he can’t listen.
“You don’t have to see this,” I say, meeting Felix’s sorrow-filled stare. “Please,” I beg, and I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
Saint shuts his eyes and draws in a steadying breath, then resolutely opens them.
“If you try to take what isn’t yours, Jason, I will kill you slowly. One finger nail at a time, one toe nail at a time, I’ll carve the flesh from your body and keep you alive while I do it. You will feel every slice of my blade. And you’ll beg for death. But not even then will it come, because I will let you heal, and I’ll do it all over again,” Saint says, his voice is even, and there is no threat in his words, only promise. “You will feel every ounce of pain you have ever given to Audrey or her brother, but I will be the karma that brings it to you.”
