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My heart breaks a little more with every movement, but I push forward. I kneel before him, hands shaking as I unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock. The guilt threatens to choke me, but I force myself to continue. In some twisted way, I hope this will save us both.
As I stroke him in my hand, my thoughts spiral into self-loathing and regret. Is this really the only way to make him believe me? To degrade myself like this? But no matter how much I want to stop, I can't.
"Teddy," I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. "Please, believe me."
I take him into my mouth, the taste of him bitter and foreign. The guilt and sadness overwhelm me as I realize this is how I choose to show my love for him for the first time. I work up and down his length, my throat constricting around him as he groans my name.
"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, gripping the back of my head. He takes control from me, thrusting into my mouth with a cruelty I've never seen in him before. "Why did you do it?" he demands, his voice strained and angry. I can't respond, choking on my tears and his invasion. "You must be fucking guilty if you can't even answer me."
His harsh words cut deep, and I feel more powerless than ever. Teddy's always been gentle and kind, but now he's turned into someone I barely recognize.
"Is this the kind of shit you were doing for the Irish when you betrayed me?" he spits out, the venom in his tone stinging like acid. "Did you like Declan's dick more than mine?"
I try to shake my head, but the grip he has on me doesn't allow for much movement. The humiliation and pain are unbearable, but I force myself to focus on convincing him of my innocence.
"Did you fuck the entire Westies gang and then come back to sleep with me?" He continues relentlessly, face fucking me without mercy. "How many dicks have you taken into that whore pussy of yours?"
My chest tightens, hot tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggle to breathe. This isn't the Teddy I know and love, but I can't stop. I have to make him believe me, even if it means losing myself in the process.
"Please, Teddy,"I think, praying that somehow he'll hear my thoughts and understand."I didn't do it. I never betrayed you."
But the words remain unspoken, and I'm left at the mercy of a man driven by rage and heartache, praying for salvation that feels further away with each passing moment.
My tears blur my vision, but I can't escape the suffocating reality of his cruel words. It's as if he's trying to destroy every last shred of hope I cling to. The Teddy I know is slipping away, replaced by this cold and vengeful stranger.
"Please," I try and sob, feeling utterly broken. "I didn't do it."
He doesn't stop, though, not until he reaches his climax and fills my mouth with his bitterness. I swallow it down, tasting the acrid mix of hurt and betrayal that may forever taint our love.
Gasping for air, I choke on my own tears as he releases me and collapses on the floor next to me. I can hear him crying too, the sound tearing through my heart like a thousand knives. I want to crawl over to him, hold him close, and tell him that everything will be alright – but I can't. The violation I feel keeps me rooted in place, as if the cold stone floor has become a part of me.
"Teddy," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our combined anguish. "I swear on everything I hold dear, I never betrayed you."
For a moment, there's only silence, punctuated by our ragged breathing. Then, without a word, he pushes himself off the floor and staggers to his feet. I watch helplessly as he leaves the cell, the door slamming shut behind him and sealing me once more in darkness.
"Please, God," I pray, my hands trembling as I wipe the tears from my face. "Help him see the truth. Help him find his way back to me."
But as the minutes stretch into hours and the shadows lengthen around me, I can't shake the sinking feeling that I'm truly alone - abandoned not just by Teddy, but by any hope of redemption. And all that remains is the cold, unforgiving darkness that threatens to swallow me whole.
ChapterThirty-Six
As I climb the stairs back to my bedroom, my chest aches with regret and self-loathing. Every step feels like a lead weight, dragging me down into the depths of my own guilt. The image of Raven's tear-streaked face haunts me, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm no better than those who hurt her in the past.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, pushing open the door to my room. The familiar surroundings do nothing to comfort me; instead, they serve as a reminder of how far I've fallen.
My thoughts are consumed by Father James' words, urging me to trust in Raven's innocence. But the evidence Carmine and Enzo showed me gnaws at the edges of my mind, planting seeds of doubt that threaten to suffocate any faith I have left in her. "What the fuck am I supposed to believe?" I groan, pacing back and forth across the worn wooden floor.
The upcoming meeting with the Irish looms over me like a dark cloud, casting a shadow on any hope of a future with Raven. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to agree to their proposal, marry the daughter of the Westies' first in command, and put Raven out of my mind for good. She'll be safe, at least; I'll make damn sure of that. But the thought of never seeing her again makes my heart twist painfully in my chest.
"Is this really what I have to do?" I ask myself, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "Am I just fucking doomed to live a life without love, like some sort of goddamn martyr?"
"Teddy, we need to talk," comes a voice from behind me, snapping me out of my self-pitying reverie. I turn to see Enzo standing in the doorway, his bushy eyebrows drawn together in concern.
"Can't you see I'm busy wallowing in my own misery here?" I shoot back sarcastically, but the truth is, I could use someone to talk to right now. "Fine, what is it?"
"Look, I know you're struggling with everything that's happening," Enzo says, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "But we need to focus on the meeting with the Irish tomorrow. If we don't come to an agreement, things could get ugly."
"Ugly? You mean like how they are now?" I scoff, gesturing around me. "I've got Raven locked up in a fucking dungeon, and I'm supposed to marry some chick I've never even met just to keep the peace. How much worse can it get?"
