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I stopped and gripped the back of her shirt, pulling her to a stop as well. “Look at me,” I commanded. She slowly turned her head to look at me, and I didn’t like the way she was suddenly seeming to decide I was the lesser of two evils. What the fuck had her father done to her to make her decide sexual assault was the easiest fucking thing to live with?
Something primal and desperate clawed at my throat. Protectiveness for her slid through my veins again as I pictured that bruise on her face.
I ground my teeth together. The only way to keep her from being touched was to claim her as my fiancée. I could break everything off when I was done with her, but I wanted her off-fucking-limits while she was mine.
“He won’t touch you,” I promised her. The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them. But while I was a monster, I didn’t want anyone else touching her. Couldn’t fucking stand the goddamn thought of it. It made me volatile.
She shook her head. “It’s not—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, little blondie.” I gripped her tangled, grassy hair in my fist and yanked her head back, stepping up to her until our chests touched. I almost grinned when I felt her nipples harden, her body betraying her all over again. “I’m not a fucking idiot. You think I got this fucked up by having loving parents?” A dark, cruel smile tilted my lips. “Not all of us can go through hell and remain fucking saints, Lillian.”
She swallowed thickly. “I can handle it,” she whispered, looking even more conflicted.
Because why would I want to protect her when I’d just violated her?
“You won’t have to, Lilly, because he won’t touch you as long as you’re mine.” I grinned at her. “Hope you enjoy your time as my fiancée, little blondie.”
Her face paled. I barked out a laugh and released her hair, resuming our walk to the car.
Her father was trying to keep her pure, but he had no idea he’d thrown her right to the fucking devil. When I was done with her, there’d be nothing for those church-going fuckers to save.
ChapterNine
Lillian
Mother shoved my door open and plucked my Christian romance book from my hands, a wide grin on her face that instantly made me wary. She and Father were never happy unless…
Oh, no.
A bad feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. The last time they’d been this happy, my sisters had been proposed to. And that could only mean one thing.
Hope you enjoy your time as my fiancée, little blondie.
I was pretty sure I was going to be sick. Vomit rose in my throat. My stomach churned. For a moment, my vision faded to black at the edges until I blinked it away.
“Get up. Put on that nice, pretty, yellow dress I bought you the other day and fix your hair. You need to be ready to go within the hour.”
I swallowed thickly. “Mother, what’s going on?” I shakily asked as I slid out of bed. I wanted her to tell meanythingexcept that Amadeus had asked for my hand. He was playing a sick, twisted game, and I was just a pawn he could use. He was only doing this to make sure no one else touched me while I was his, and that included my father. And while the protection from my father might be nice, Amadeus was terrifying, too.
My entire body flushed as I remembered what happened in that cornfield. How he’d held me down. How he’d rubbed me over my leggings. Nipping at my earlobe. His drugging kisses.
And I hadlikedit. If my father found out I’d enjoyed something like that, he would very nearly hospitalize me.
But as soon as Amadeus was done playing with me, he’d drop me like I was burning him, leaving me behind in the destruction that would inevitably follow in his departure. My father would befurious, and I would be the cause of it.
Because in Father’s eyes, I would be a failure, a shame. I would have, once again, not done something right. And he would think he was the laughing stock of the church.
Had my sisters gone through this? They were always so prim and proper by the time they became marrying age, never doing anything wrong.
They were perfect. Obedient. And me… I just couldn’t get anything right.
Including this.
Amadeus was going to do more than break me or destroy me. He might very possibly get me killed.
I swallowed vomit.
“You’ll find out in a bit. Now get ready,” she ordered. “Your father won’t be happy if you’re not ready in time.”
