Reparation of Sin (The Society Trilogy 2)

Her mouth falls open, the picture of horror as she looks up at me like she doesn't recognize me. And I suppose she doesn't. She hasn't met this monster yet. She hasn't known a rage like she's just provoked.

"Answer me!" I roar, my breath whipping strands of hair across her face.

"Let me go!" She hurls her words back at me, shoving against me with all her might.

"Let you go?" I mock her pathetic words. "Let you go? Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm not letting you go until you're fucking dead."

"I hate you!" she screams. "I would rather die than stay here with you."

"That can be arranged," I answer darkly.

Her lip trembles as she looks up at me, eyes shining in the moonlight. "Then do it. Quit threatening me and just do it."

I grab her by the throat and drag her forward, forcing her onto her toes. "Don't tempt me."

Whatever vitriol she has left is choked down by my fingers as I tighten them around her neck. I'm a raging bull, and any softness I may have had for her has abandoned me in the face of this fresh betrayal. When I look at her right now, the only thing I can feel is disgust.

Disgust that I could ever care for a Moreno. That I would ever think she could be loyal. That she wouldn't have taken every opportunity to stab me in the back and exploit me like she's just proven she can.

"You don't deserve the De La Rosa name," I grit out as she fights for her balance, raking her nails over my hands. "You don't deserve my mark. I should cut it out of your skin."

She whimpers and tries again to speak, but her words are suffocated under the weight of my palm. When I finally release her, she's coughing again, but there isn't an ounce of sympathy left for her.

Marco opens the door to the chapel and nods at me. "The fire is out. I'll get someone in here to clean up the mess." He pauses momentarily, his eyes darting to Ivy and narrowing slightly. "But you should know the pictures of your father and brother are ruined."

Ivy sucks in a sharp breath and flinches when I grab her by the hair, hauling her body in front of mine.

"Thank you, Marco."

He turns away, and I force Ivy forward, her knees nearly buckling as she stumbles to put one foot in front of the other.

"What are you doing?" she croaks.

"You want to burn down the memory of my family?" I ask. “It isn’t enough that you’ve already destroyed them?”

“Me?” She tries to turn her head to look at me, and I tighten my grip on her, enforcing her stillness.

"You’re a Moreno, aren’t you?” I sneer. “You’ve just proven it. You may as well have spit on their graves.”

"That wasn't what I was doing," she whispers.

"Lies," I sneer. "That's all that ever pours from your lips. Fucking lies."

When she tries to protest, I squeeze my free hand over her jaw, pinching it shut. "As far as I'm concerned, you don't have a voice anymore."

She shudders against me, tears splashing against my fingers as I march her into the house. When the door slams behind us, I pause in the foyer, squeezing my fingers between the seams of her shirt and tearing them apart. She fights me at every turn as I repeat the process on her leggings, shredding them with my bare hands while she kicks and slaps at me, screaming out a rage she wishes was equal to mine. Her lace underwear and bra are the last to go, and I discard them in a pile onto the floor and force her onto her knees.

"Crawl,” I command, tangling my fist in her hair.

She grunts out in frustration as I move forward, leaving her no choice but to crawl along beside me, all the way up the stairs, bruising her knees as she howls like a wounded animal.

"I'm not doing this anymore!" she yells, coming to a dead stop at the top of the landing. "You can't make me do this."

"No?" I release her hair and cock my head to the side, studying her. "You think I can't make you do whatever I want?"

She tries to scramble to her feet, and I force her down against the marble, mounting her body and pressing her face against the cold floor. She arches up like a cat, only to grunt in pain when I exert all of my weight against her.

"Tell me again what you won't do," I whisper in her ear.

"I hate you!" she sobs.

"So you've told me about a dozen times." I glower at her. "Do you think I care? Do you think it makes one goddamned difference to me what a Moreno thinks? Your insults are pathetic and weak, just like your bloodline.”