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“If you’re going to be a slut, I’m going to treat you like one.”
He pulled my underwear aside before painfully forcing his way inside.
I kicked my feet, shifted my body this way and that, trying to wriggle away, but he laid his full weight on top of me, his hips erratically thrusting. He grunted, snorted, and cursed all while I cried, begged, and thrashed.
When I thought I’d finally angled my pelvis in a way that allowed me to push him away and close my legs, he’d gotten to his feet and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He raised his hand and smacked the top of my thigh.
Shocked and in pain, I twisted away, but it was what he’d wanted. He flipped me on my stomach, exposing my backside to him. The bar—now trapped below my hips—dug into my skin and pulled at my wrists. I looked around the room for anything to distract him, but it was too dark to waiver my options.
Duncan had gone quiet for what felt like too long, but when his hand clamped onto my shoulder, I understood why.
He’d retrieved his phone.
The small, bright light aided him in recording. He brought the camera lens to my face, the blinding beam only inches away.
“The next time I see that asshole, I’m going to show him how you deserve to get fucked.”
The camera moved, and a hard smack landed on my ass. Then another. I screamed and choked on the saliva-soaked T-shirt that jammed itself in the back of my throat.
“That’s right, baby, scream for me,” he mocked, sticking his dick back into me. “Fight for it.”
My heart faltered.
The man raping me had been sleeping next to me for almost two years. This monster had been lurking under the mild-mannered Duncan for as long as I’d known him. I’d never caught the smallest glimpse.
Had he done this before?
It seemed like it. In fact, it felt like every thrust was being savored. Like someone who had been dieting for years indulging in their favorites for the first time in too long.
I hated him. I hated that my body was quenching his disgusting thirst and that I would never be the same after because of him.
If he wanted to see me fight, he would.
But not now.
I forced my body to go limp. His brutal betrayal persisted, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of being his victim. I closed my eyes and waited for him to finish. When he did, his sweaty body collapsed on mine.
“I’m sorry I had to punish you like that, but it drives me crazy when someone else looks at you.” He forced me to face him with a rough pull of my chin. “I know you’re sorry and you’ll never cheat on me again. I forgive you, Celeste.”
The emotions behind his words were hollow, and even worse, he was trying to blame me for his actions. Perhaps in the past, I would have believed him, but it was too late and he’d gone too far.
He moved off of me. “I’m going to bed. We have to get up early for my train.”
I choked on one last sob as he loosened the restraints.
“Go clean yourself. You look pathetic.”
Chapter12
Vassago
Of all my brothers, the one I least expected to find at The Red Room was Gaap, the Prince of Sloth. He and Seere were holed up in the back office when I returned. It was still early on this coast, but the dancers were entertaining a room full of patrons on the other side of the wall.
“There he is,” Seere announced as I stepped through the door. “Guess who has some interesting information for you regarding that book you were trapped in.”
Gaap opened his arms wide and embraced me, and I returned the adoration with a tight squeeze. He was covered in tattoos and his clothing reminded me of the punk rock movement that had been taking hold before I’d been banished. It suited him.
“You were missed,” Gaap said, pulling away and clapping my shoulder.
