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And then, it was just me andhim.
Marco was back to looking at his phone, letting the anticipation peak—he and Jolette had that skillset in common.
Finally he slipped his phone into his pocket…and that’s when my hands began to shake.
“Tell me what you were really up to last night, princess,” he ordered silkily.
I gulped, trying to keep my face blank. “I already told you,” I whispered. “And there may have also been a late night taco truck run in there as well,” I said the words lightly, like maybe they’d tamp down the madness seeping out of him.
He prowled towards me in long, slow steps…until he was standing just a breath away. It was all I could do not to back up.
But he’d like that too much.
Seeing my fear.
“You smell like sex,” he whispered, leaning forward, his lips brushing against my ear and making me want to vomit. “You must have lost your mind if you think you could give that pussy to someone else and expect there wouldn’t be consequences.”
I should have been prepared, but the blow from his fist still took me off guard. I staggered back, the searing pain in my face radiating through me. The metallic tang of blood flooded my mouth. My vision swam as I struggled to stay on my feet, my legs wobbling beneath me.
My lips were trembling as I held in my tears. It was the only thing I had—not giving him the reaction that he wanted.
My defiance only made him more furious.
He loomed over me, his face twisted with anger and frustration, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
"Who does that pussy belong to?" he growled, the words hanging in the air like a heavy shroud of doom. A hand darted between my legs, digging into my core painfully. “Who?” he shouted.
Without waiting for an answer, his fist hit me again in the stomach. Each blow was like a sledgehammer, raining down on me in sickening punches that echoed around the room. Each impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through my body, and like every time…
All I could do was survive it.
I collapsed to the floor, my consciousness slipping away, my vision narrowing to a pinprick of light. My body was nothing but a battered and broken vessel, aching with every heartbeat. The room seemed to spin around me, the world fading into a nightmarish blur.
I clung to the last vestiges of my consciousness. What he’d do if I passed out wasn’t something I could survive.
I could survive a fist. But I couldn’t survivethat.
Not after last night.
Finally, he stopped. Marco stood over me, his breathing heavy, his fists clenched at his sides like he was having to hold himself back from more.
I laid on the carpeted floor, now sullied with my blood, gasping for air, my body trembling with pain.
Without a word, he walked away, leaving me there in a pool of misery and relief…because at least he wasn’t going to rape me. The room was silent, save for my labored breaths and the distant sounds of the world outside.
When the door finally slammed, and I let myself slip into unconsciousness, all I could think was.
Last night had been worth it.
CHAPTER 7
LINCOLN
Ari: Disney, there were rumors a cock sock was involved in last night’s festivities.
King Linc: It’s too fucking early for this.
Ari: Blake and I haven’t gone to sleep yet, so maybe it’s actually too fucking late.
