What type of compromise was that? He was getting what he wanted either way. My only options were to fight and ultimately lose—

maybe I’d miraculously hand him his ass, but then still have to deal with his posse on the other side of the door—or, I could steel my spine and take it.

There was really only one logical route to go: throwing the battle but still holding out for winning the war.

With a sharp jerk of my chin, I stormed past him and went back to the bed.

I refused to look at him as I laid flat on my back and spread my legs, willing him to just get it over with.

Ma told me being with a man never lasted very long. She’d been trying to prep me for the marriage I didn’t want. I’m sure she never imagined her advice would be used for something like this.

It didn’t take Vitus long to make a move. The sound of his belt jingling had my hands balling into fists by my sides. I focused on the paint peeling off the ceiling, squeezing my eyes shut when the bed dipped.

Everything inside me resented this, made me hate myself a little more.

I flinched when he placed a hand on my knee.

”It’s alright,” he cooed, settling between my legs. “I don’t need any more Vitus Jrs. running around. Noah told me you’re on the pill, though if I had you to breed I can’t say I’d complain. I’m clean, by the way.” He laughed a little, and my stomach pitched.

This asshole just said ‘breed’. I’d never heard any man say that before, and I could wager I knew some damn shitty men. The Savages didn’t even do such a thing.

It was a knockout right to the face when I realized the devil and his unholy family had more morals than common men.

There was a brief moment when nothing happened, but then I felt the bareness of firm pectorals.

Something rattled in my chest as my brain screamed at me to do something and stop this from happening.

Smashing my lips into a firm line, I tried to swallow the sob rising up, leaving some garbled sound to slip out in its place.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, running a thumb over my hairline. I wanted him to stop sayin that. This was not okay. It would never be okay. I was never going to be okay.

A second later, he was pushing inside me, forcing his cock in past the dryness.

He continued to whisper his meaningless reassurances in my ear. I lay there, feeling his unwanted caress, wishing like hell I was back in that pretty cage with the golden bars.

I felt his length plunging in and out of me, hearing his every little groan. He told me I was beautiful, and suddenly, I had never felt uglier.

When the first tear slipped free, my soul cracked. When my body began reacting to what he was doing, it cracked a bit more.

Breathin became a struggle. I was giving another part of me away to someone who would never in a thousand different lifetimes deserve it.

When he touched his lips on mine, my eyes flew open.

“No,” I choked out.

“Don’t be like that.” He tried again, and this time, I turned my face.

His responding laugh was like nails on a chalkboard assaulting my eardrums.

I thought what happened next would be as bad as it could get—when he slid his hand down between us and began touchin a part of me not even Noah bothered with.

“Stop,” I demanded, shoving at his arm. He ignored me, pinning a forearm across my chest and picking up his pace.

“Feels good, don’t it?” he taunted, thrusting harder.

I ignored that.

My body thought it did; my mind though it was the worst form of torture I could go through. I focused on his right bicep, where the same V tattoo the other man had was inked. I’d come many times from my own fingers to know what was happening inside me.

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