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“You won’t get away with this,” I snarl. “Nico will find me.”
“Will he?”
That’s the million-dollar question.
“Okay, fine.” He sighs. “Let’s say Nico finds you. Then what?”
“I can think of a few things.”
“I’m sure you can. But if you’re thinking he’s going to kill me, think again. Although…”
I avert my eyes, unable to look at him any longer. The only time I want to see that particular face is when it’s Nico.
“Maybe Nico will kill me.” Nicholi starts to pace the confined space. “Not really, but that’s what we can make the world think, right? We are twins.”
“No one who knows Nico would ever mistake you for him.”
“You did.”
I whip my head around and glare at him.
“Oh, don’t get so upset. It’s not good for the baby.”
I struggle against the chains, yanking and pulling as hard as I can, knowing it’s futile but having to do something. Nicholi simply stands there and watches me with a bored expression on his goddamn smug face.
Sweat coats my skin, blood seeps from the wounds created by my shackles, and still I struggle.
“Do your fucking worse, you sick fuck,” I snarl. “You think killing Nico is the way to win me over? Then go ahead and try. See where that gets you.”
“It’ll get me you.”
“Maybe in the flesh,” I concede. “But that’s it. My heart and my soul does, and will always, belong to Nico.”
Nicholi lunges forward and drops to straddle my hips. I turn my head to the side, but he grips my chin and forces me to look at him.
“You are going to watch me while I take you,” he snarls.
He uses his free hand to undo his pants and then rises up to push them down over his hips. His flaccid dick flops out.
“I thought you said you were gonna take me,” I taunt, which earns me another backhanded slap. I lick the blood off my lip. “Kinda hard to… shit, sorry. It’s not hard.”
“You smart-mouthed bitch,” he roars as he thrusts his hips forward until his cock head is pressed against my lips. Nicholi grips my jaw to force my mouth open. “Hard to talk like this, isn’t it?”
Fair point. It is. But…
I bite down as hard as I can. Nicholi tries to yank free, but my teeth hang on.
Hard to get a boner with a broke wanker, isn’t it?
Nicholi pummels my face until I release him, then scrambles off me to the opposite side again. I turn my head and spit out blood and whatever else I managed to rip off him.
“Psycho cunt,” he rages.
“Not exactly what you were hoping for, am I?”
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted!” he shouts.
Nicholi stands, but when he tries to take a step, he stumbles with his pants half off. He yanks them up, hissing when the material grazes his torn flesh.
