Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
He lets go of my cheeks and slaps me across the face, the force making me fall onto my hands. I feel the bile start to rise but I swallow it down. My cheek is now throbbing and drool runs from my parted lips. The room spins and I wonder if I’m going to pass out again. I pray that I do.
“You know, Elli. I thought we could make this work. That although you’d be somewhat of a nuisance, you’d be a submissive wife who had learned her lesson many years ago. After all, James taught you how to behave.”
I whimper at the sound of his name. Sometime over the last couple of weeks I had forgotten that Chance saw firsthand how I was with James. How my body would betray me. Make me beg for something that no one should want.
“If sex is what you want, then sex is what I’ll give you.” He grabs a hold of my hair and yanks me from my knees. He shoves my back into a wall, moving his hand to wrap around my sore throat, cutting off my air. I don’t even fight him. Let him knock me out. I don’t have to stare at him if I’m unconscious. Placing his face in front of mine, he bares his white teeth. “I will offer you to all the Lords at the cathedral.”
Tears sting my eyes at his words. It’s what Sin told me about. How a Lord treats his wife who cheats. Sin had said rape or willingly, she will be punished for her affairs.
“I’ll tie you down to the altar, spread wide open. I’ll let three at a time come up and use you until every Lord has fucked you. It’ll take days.”
The first tear spills over my bottom lashes and he smiles.
“You will be known as nothing other than our whore. And I’ll make sure you earn that title.” He lets go of my neck and I fall to my knees once more, sucking in a breath.
“So-unds fun,” I manage to get out through the coughs. I no longer care. I’d rather him just kill me. That would be the best outcome at this point. Chance has no use for me. He won’t play with me for long. Not like Sin. Chance will realize I’m not worth it and just get rid of me. For good.
I hear Tyson laugh. Chance slaps me, the force making me fall face-first to the floor where my body starts to have uncontrollable jerking movements. I feel like I’m having a seizure of some sort. Thankfully, it stops, and I just lie there, eyes heavy while extra saliva fills my mouth.
“Believe me, Elli. You won’t enjoy it.” He kneels down next to me. “Last chance, baby.” I whimper, knowing he called me that on purpose. “Who are you fucking?”
I’m having trouble catching my breath. I’m not sure if it’s from the drugs or his hands on me, but I sit up, pushing my back into the wall, and glare at him. “You’re going to let your uncle fuck me after our wedding.” I pause to take in another shaky breath. “Not sure why it matters who I fuck now.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
SIN
I’M PACING THE living room when I hear the bedroom door open and close shut. Next, I see Chance coming down the hallway that leads to the master suite.
“Move up the wedding,” I demand, walking toward him.
He drops his head, running his hand though his hair and looking conflicted “I don’t know—”
“Move up the fucking wedding,” I bark.
“Sin, man.” He raises his eyes to meet mine. “She’s in bad shape. Tried to commit suicide.”
I shake my head. “No, she didn’t.”
“She needs to be admitted.” He ignores me. “For observation. A seventy-two-hour hold—”
I land a fist to the middle of his nose, knocking him to his knees on the floor.
“Goddammit,” comes his muffled growl. “I think you broke my nose this time.” He looks up at me, blood dripping down his face onto the carpet.
“Say that again, and it’ll be your jaw,” I warn.
He gets to his feet, and I take a step back so I don’t snap his fucking neck. I need him right now. Just a little longer.
“Listen.” He raises his hands, watery eyes softening. “She’s not well.”
“She’s fine.”
He shakes his head. “Jesus, Sin, listen to yourself. She’s in the bedroom, puking her guts up because she went out to a party and took drugs. She can barely stay conscious. Whatever you said or did was too much for her.”
He’s right. I did this to her. I’ve pushed her too far. But I can fix it. “She didn’t do this.” She may have went there planning on doing something, but Holland saw an opportunity and took advantage of her. He wanted to hurt her, to hurt me. She was his revenge for Marcus. My little demon wouldn’t do this to herself. She’s stronger than that.