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I snuck back into my room a few hours ago, like I’ve been doing, so Sophie doesn’t catch me in her father’s bed.
Darragh’s arms imprison me, holding me down, immediately signaling what he wants. The darkness before the dawn is when he turns feral, primal.
“Mmmm.” I turn my head to kiss him, but he forces my face away.
He closes his hands around my throat and lowers his mouth to my ear. “You like getting pounded big and pregnant like this?”
I truly get off on how Darragh gets rough with me, but keeps me safe at the same time.
He brings me to a razor-sharp, painful edge, but the other side is bliss.
“Yes, I love when you take me like this. But aren’t you tired? You have to be—”
“Shhh.” He tightens his hold on my neck and a sharp hissing whistle sickens my stomach.
It’s the sound of breathing through a missing front tooth.
My breath hitches, and my blood turns to ice.
When he shifts, I catch a stream of light from the LED streetlamp right outside my window. It’s just enough for me to see the tattooed fingers clawed around my neck.
This isn’t Darragh…
I twist my face and yell, “Stop! Get off me!”
Cormac covers my mouth and yanks my head up until we’re face to face. He looks wild, worse than the raging, crazed man I remember.
The fear I’d been able to let go of rushes back like it never left. My worst nightmare is happening.
Cormac found me. He wants me dead for sure. I’m evidence. I’m carrying evidence.
“You didn’t tell me to stop when you begged me to fuck you.” Squeezing me, he rambles on, “You knew you were ovulating. You knew you’d get pregnant, thinking I’d let you go.”
“I’m not arguing such nonsense.” I bite his fingers.
“Ow!” Cormac grabs my nightgown, the fabric tearing. “You’ll pay for that, Stasia.”
“Get your hands off me.” I kick, but it’s no use.
“I do miss that tight box of yours. Won’t be so tight soon, though. My brother will get rid of you the way he got rid of his wife.” Cormac lets go of my neck, only to put a knife against my throat.
I swallow hard, and try to stay still, my mind all over the place with these accusations and revelations.
“What do you want, Cormac?”
“You. We’re getting out of here. That’s all you need to know. I’ll have to sell my soul to Balor, but he will erase all traces of us and our journey.”
“Balor won’t agree to that.” I take ragged breaths.
“You’re not an O’Rourke! Even though you’re carrying one. My brother is loyal to me. Not you.”
With all my might, I scream, even if it wakes up Sophie. She needs to hide.
“Darragh! Help me!”
“Fuck!” Cormac drags me off the bed with him.
My bedroom door bangs open, and a man rushes in.
