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Ignoring his comment about William, I grit my teeth. “Why don’t you let me go and fight me like a real man?”
He laughs, throwing his head back and pushing his hard cock against the center of my jean-clad body, making me cringe. “Oh, that’s funny. You think you are so smart.” His face lowers close to mine. “But I’m far more intelligent than you.” He shoves his mouth on mine and I bite his lip as hard as I can.
Damian pulls back quickly. “Ouch. You fucking bitch.” He slaps me again, harder than the first time. Then his hand goes around my throat, squeezing. “You must like it rough, blondie.” His mouth is on mine again, his tongue shoving my lips apart since he’s still squeezing my neck. Tears course down my cheeks.
I swear, his dick gets even harder against me.
Pulling back, he removes his hand from my throat and I gasp for air. Turning to my side, I spot the remote on my nightstand. William’s voice rings in my ears, reminding me I can press it to call him. Damian releases my hand, grabbing the rope, and I quickly press it, causing him to laugh.
“He’ll never get here in time to save you, sweetheart.” His hands grab my shirt and start tugging. I twist and turn, fighting him every step of the way, but he still gets it over my head. He whistles as he takes in my lacy bra. “Look at these massive breasts. You have a better body than I thought.”
His head lowers, his hand gripping my wrists, pinning them together as he bites at my skin, trailing down to my breasts that are still covered by my bra. His tongue runs over my exposed skin that isn’t covered.
Lifting his head, he smiles at me. “You are going to be so much fun. Keep fighting,beautiful. I like it.”
His words make my lungs constrict and I feel the bile coming up my throat, instantly reminded of Max. I turn my head toward the window, sobs coming from my lips.
I’m trying not to panic as I close my eyes, pleading for someone to help me.
Damian moves his face to my neck, kissing and sucking, marking my skin. I squirm and struggle against him with everything I have, sweat rolling down my skin.
He pulls away, leering at me, and I feel the vomit rising in my throat. He grabs the waistband of my jeans and starts unbuttoning them. I thrash around, getting my arm free. Quickly making a fist, I punch him in the eye as hard as I can.
“Ow! You fucking bitch!” He holds his hand over his eye as I continue squirming. Then he draws back and punches me in the face. The copper taste of blood fills my mouth from biting my tongue when he hit me.
He grabs the rope, dragging me by the hair and arms, pulling me up higher on the bed. I fight with everything I have, despite the pain I’m feeling.
He struggles against me, tugging harder on my hands, his legs straddling me. “Stop fucking fighting me, you stupid cunt!”
Tears roll down my face, exhaustion settling into my limbs. Defeat courses through my body, my cheeks burning, my chin trembling. I can’t prevent what is about to happen, although I’ve certainly tried.
A noise above me makes me turn my head and I lock eyes with William. In that split second, I see more rage than I’ve ever seen in him in all of my life.
Damian is going to die tonight.
Relief fills my body, causing all the tension to dissipate.
Damian doesn’t even get the chance to finish tying the ropes before William drags him off me. He slams Damian’s body to the floor, despite him being much bulkier than William. His fists pound his face, the sound of knuckles hitting bone and flesh echoing throughout the room.
I jerk my wrist, twisting around and pulling it free. My eyes search for my shirt, grabbing it and shoving it over my head, then buttoning my jeans.
Bryan appears in the doorway. “Where’s my mom?” His face is pinched from his worry, his eyes watery.
“I’m not sure. I heard her scream, but Damian came at me. We were in the room that leads to the upstairs patio.”
Bryan nods. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I wrap my arms around myself, glancing over at William, who is still beating the hell out of Damian. “I am now.”
He doesn’t wait for me to say anything else, turning quickly, the sound of his feet pounding over the floor as he yells for his mom.
Glancing back at William, I’m not sure what I should do. I’m afraid to get near him right now because his fury is palpable. Blood sprays everywhere from him beating Damian.
“Will, stop.” I slide off the bed, moving slowly toward William, who hasn’t stopped pummeling Damian.
“Oh, fuck! Mom.” Bryan’s loud voice pierces everything and William pauses, his fist in the air. I take that moment to gently grab it.
“Will, Bryan needs us. We have to make sure Emma is okay.” I tug on his arm and William climbs off him. His hands going to my face, smearing blood on me. I’m not sure if it’s his or Damian’s.
