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“What’s the matter, baby? Do I leave you breathless? He laughed, tearing the shirt over my head in one swift motion. My swing was deflected only for him to catch it in his grasp. A small scream left my lips while I tried to pry my hand free. My only free one was quickly caught and pulled up with the other to be pinned above my head.
Bethany’s screams continued and I tried to block them out, but Jonathon pulling my strapless bra down caused my own to mingle with hers. She and I were done for and it left me shaky and sick.
“Very nice.” His fingers pinched my nipple and I couldn’t stop the scream from escaping at the pain. I thrashed, trying to rock him off, but he didn’t so much as budge.
“Stop,” I cried. “Please. You…” Sobs broke through as he let go and his whole hand encompassed my breast. The slap over the sensitive skin had my head turning away. I couldn’t be here anymore. Couldn’t be in this room while it was happening.
Again, he slapped my breast. This time, harder. And harder. Tears blinded me, but I kept wiggling, twisting my body and arms back and forth until my muscles screamed from the stretching. The slaps burned down my chest, lighting a fire in their path all the way to the top of my panties. The pants were so low, they were barely on my hips anymore. I was almost bare. Exposed.
“In another life, I might have competed with Alec to have you. In this one, I think I’ll just rip you apart and send you on your merry fucking way. You ready for me?”
His hand dipped below the waistband and I squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could. It wasn’t good enough. A growl filled the room while he forced his fist through and cupped my pussy. Panicked, I fought harder, ignoring the barrier I was trying to make with my legs. Instead, I dropped my knee and kicked at him with everything I had. My heel caught the back of his calf twice, but it gave him the opportunity to slide between my legs.
“Bitch! You’re so going to get it.”
His hand shoved deeper and I tried repeatedly to turn to my side. My arms were released as he reared back.
“You hit her and I’ll slice open your throat. Now, remove your hand from what belongs to me or I’ll cut it clean off.” The deep tone left my breaths ragged and uneven. My eyes jerked up in time to meet Zain’s. Although cold and distant, I could feel our connection. Seeing him again after I feared he was dead for so long was so emotional, I began crying even harder.
He stood behind Jonathan, one fist in his hair, the other holding a long knife blade under his throat. With a yank, he pulled back on his head and lowered to become even with Jonathan’s ear. “I know you heard me. Do you think I’m playing with you?”
Slowly, the eased out. A small stream of blood ran down Jonathon’s neck, but he didn’t seem fazed as he continued to stare down at me.
“Stand.”
A small sound left my lips at his knee pushing into my thigh. Zain pulled back Jonathan’s hair even more, his eyes flickering in anger as he ripped him to his feet.
“You look familiar. Who the fuck are you and why do you have Lily?”
More blood trickled down, soaking his shirt even more.
Jonathan kept his attention on me, refusing to answer the question. God, he wanted to hurt me. To kill me. It was so clearly written in his murderous glare.
“He’s Alec and Jordan’s brother. His name is Jonathon.” My voice was scratchy and more frail than I thought possible. Had that really been me? It spoke to how fragile I was on the inside, even if I wasn’t feeling the actual effects of what was happening to me yet.
“Jonathan, it’s so nice to meet you. The pleasure is about to be all mine. Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”
Still, Jonathon stood quietly.
“Since he doesn’t want to comply, let’s just skip the introductions. Turn and look the other way, baby. Cover your ears. You’re not going to want to witness this.”
I knew better than to disobey when he used that tone. Death was coming. I’d been here before.
Robotically, I lifted enough to fix my pants. My arms ached as I turned on the floor and grabbed my shirt to pull over my head. Shuffling behind me had my knees drawing in and my head lowering to rest on them. I cuffed my ears, but didn’t apply pressure as I tried to slow my breathing. I needed to hear that he was dead, regardless of whether I wanted to. The nightmares would be worse if I didn’t live this.
A loud bump, as if they had gone to the ground, was followed by Jonathan’s screams. It seemed like they went on forever.
“That’s for touching what belongs to me. This might hurt a little more than the hands.”
More screaming and rustling of fabric ended with gurgling that sent bile pushing against the back of my throat.
“How do you like choking on your own blood, motherfucker? Doesn’t feel so good, does it? I think I’ll let you fight for a few seconds before I kill you. See what it feels like to have your life ending while there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ll tell you, from personal experience, it’s the worst. Only difference, I lived. You’re going to die. Right now.”
A deep internal grunt and a hiss of air had my hand shooting out at the lightheadedness. I swallowed, trying to force the facts into my reeling brain. Jonathon was dead. He was gone. He could never hurt me again.
“Lily?”
A hand clasping my shoulder had my whole body jerking defensively. Tears clouded my eyes as I turned and tried my hardest to stand. Blood was splattered along the stubble on his cheek and his eyes were so full of pain…yet, what looked to be relief. Before I could get to my feet entirely, Zain pulled me into his arms.
