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“Are you going somewhere?” His gaze flashed to the suitcase on the floor and then back at me.
I tried to speak, but my words were stuck. I didn’t like the way the air shifted now. He walked to his side of the bed, unbothered that his fiancée was trying to run, and set his briefcase down on the side of the dresser. He sat down on the bed and undid his tie, his back facing me.
“You didn’t answer my question. Are. You. Going. Somewhere?” he repeated.
I faced a decision: to flee or to confront the situation head on. For the past year, he had held power over me, but that was no longer the case. With determined steps, I approached him, keeping a safe distance, yet ensuring that he saw me in my entirety. I held my head up high and met his gaze directly.
“I am. I’m leaving and cancelling our engagement.” I slipped off the ring and threw it down at his feet.
He watched as the ring rolled along the floor, then turned his attention back to me. He let out a long breath, brushing his hands through his hair before letting out a laugh.
He looked like an animal, unhinged, the lamplight shadowing the side of his face.“I don’t know where this courage came from all of a sudden, but sweetheart, you aren’t thinking straight.” He walked over to me, stopping inches from my face. “You belong to me. I own you.”
“I don’t belong to you. I belong to Fin.”
Without a word, Grant walked to his briefcase and pulled out my missing journal. He waved it in the air before flipping through the pages. “Even after a year, you couldn’t let him go. But I guess it all turned out well for you, huh? You rushed back into his arms and opened your legs like a good little disgusting slut.”
“What are you talking about?” My voice wavered.
“I saw you outside, Barb, your brother’s hands between your legs. You think I don’t know the name you mutter under your breath when you come? You may hate me, but your body sure doesn’t. You were born to be fucked.”
I hated how shameful I felt about his words. They shouldn’t have made me feel that way.What Finley and I had was different.
“Screw you!” I yelled and walked over to my suitcase. Before I could reach it, he grabbed my hand and pulled it back painfully.
“Oh no, you’re not leaving.”
He tossed me onto the bed and I scrambled away, desperate to create distance between us. But my hands only found the edge of the mattress before he grabbed onto my ankle and pulled me back. Grant climbed on top of me, trapping me beneath his weight.
“Get off of me… get off!” I kicked and screamed, but he laid kisses across my skin.
“You taste so good. Did he fuck you like I fuck you?” Grant tugged on the straps of my dress. The sound made my skin crawl.
My vision blurred with tears, and my strength waned. “Let me go… I have to go… get off,” I said weakly.
“You really are a slut, huh? Letting another man touch you, even though you’re promised to someone.” He bent down and trailed his tongue across my chest. “That’s okay though. God forgives all. I’m sure he will forgive you, too.”
“Please… please…”
The room was so quiet, the only noise coming from the slurping sounds Grant was making. I tried to fight back. I poked, pulled, kicked and screamed, but he didn’t budge. Grant pinned my body down harder on the bed and pushed his hand into my panties.
I screamed as he fingered me. It felt like forever before he pulled out and sat up, just enough just to pull down his slacks. He spit into his right hand and gripped his cock, tightly thrusting back and forth until he was good and ready.
“Alright baby, I’m ready,” he said and brutally pulled my panties down.
Despite my dwindling strength, I pushed my hands against his chest, attempting to keep him from crushing me. But it was a futile effort. My arms grew weaker with each passing moment, and with it, any shred of hope I had left. Suddenly, the force pressing down on me disappeared, and he was flung across the room as easily as a feather. His pants and underwear twisted around his legs as he scurried to the safety of the corner.
Even in the darkness of this situation, Fin was like a light. His tall, lean figure loomed over me, warmth hidden behind his brown eyes as he placed a kiss on my forehead.
“Grab your things and wait in the car. It’s around the corner,” he said in a calm voice.
I hurled myself off the bed, my heart racing with fear and adrenaline. Grabbing my suitcase and journal, I slammed it shut and turned to see Fin’s intense gaze fixed on Grant. With a trembling hand, Grant stood in the corner, his pants around his ankles and terror etched into his face as Fin slowly approached him. Every step he took was like a calculated move on a chessboard, the sharp glint of his knife reflecting in the mirror across the room.
A part of me wanted to watch, to revel in seeing Grant get what he deserved, but I knew better than to disobey Fin. Struggling with the weight of my overloaded suitcase, I stumbled down the stairs. Each step felt like dragging a dead weight as I heard the muffled screams and cries from upstairs. Just as I reached for the front door handle, an earsplitting scream echoed through the house, piercing my eardrums and halting me in my tracks. I couldn’t imagine what torture Fin was inflicting on him, but a twisted spark of pleasure ignited within me at the thought of Grant’s suffering.
Chapter13
Barbie
