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I’m so tired that I crawl into bed and pass out, not even thinking about my safety.
I’m deep in sleep when I’m yanked out of bed. I’m jolted awake with a crash on the floor, flailing in panic.
I gape up at Bastien.
“Your fiancé masturbates to Hentai,” he sneers at me.
Shock rolls over me. Landon? Sweet, gentle Landon, who only likes sex in the missionary position? Why would Landon keep something like that from me?
“You’re lying,” I gasp.
He pulls me to my feet by my wrist. I cry out and try to pull away, but his fingers are steel manacles clamping down on me and grinding my bones together.
“I don’t lie to you,” he snarls. “You were theone personI could be myself with. I never lied to you. I never will lie to you. I’m going to fucking destroy you, and that’s the truth.”
I burst into tears. “Please,” I beg. “Please stop doing this to me! Please forgive me, Bastien. I am so sorry about what happened.”
His blue eyes glow with a mad light. “Oh, you don’t know the meaning of the word sorry. But you will.”
Rage and misery explode inside me. “I was fifteen!” I scream at him. “I thought you were killing things for sport! What would you have done if you thought I’d done such a horrible thing?”
He bends my hand back until I shriek in pain. “I would have asked you what had really happened because I would have known you weren’t capable of such a thing.” His voice is thick with hate. He releases my hand.
He’s right. That’s what he would have done.
So I’m back to pleading. This can’t be happening to me. I’m not a terrible person. I don’t deserve this. “You can’t ruin my life because I made one stupid mistake.”
“Watch me.” He spins me around and kicks my legs apart. Then he bends my arm up and forces me facedown onto the bed.
“Don’t!” I scream. “You don’t have to do this!” He’s fumbling with my pants, unbuttoning them as I squirm.
“But you love it so much,” he taunts me. “Isn’t it nice to finally have a real orgasm?”
How does he know that about me?
Bastien slides his fingers between my legs. I stop fighting and let my body go limp because I won’t be able to overcome him by fighting.
And because I’m a filthy little whore and my body knows it and is eager to be violated by him.
His hand moves, and my body detaches from my mind. Every slow stroke sends a pulse of pleasure through me, layer building upon layer until my legs quiver. I can’t make myself hate this.
He plays me like an instrument, applying just the right amount of pressure, moving just fast enough. He feels my response, and when my breath speeds up, he slows down, drawing it out. His thumb pad moves back and forth on my clit he first introduced me to so long ago.
I’m floating away on a cloud of sensation, moaning unabashedly.
I’ve utterly betrayed Landon.
I want Bastien inside me.
I want him to make me come so hard I see stars.
I hate myself for it, but I can’t stop my traitorous body from throbbing with pleasure. From what sounds far away, I hear my own mewling. I’m urging him on. “Yes, yes…!” Is that really my voice?
I am a horrible person.
He slides his fingers out of me and spanks my right butt cheek so hard I scream. This isn’t a sensual smack. This is a handprint of fire that I can feel perfectly outlined on my stinging skin. One that brands long after the visible mark is gone.
“I was going to save myself until our wedding night. Instead, I fucked a whore when I was eighteen years old,” he snarls. “I imagined she was you, and I beat the shit out of her. I made her bleed.”
