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Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) 44
Seething with frustration at my own lack of self-control, I finally managed to shove him away. My hand flew up and connected with his cheek before my brain even had a chance to process the action. I knew I was furious, but the slap was an instinctual reaction, a pure reflex of my rage.Instead of getting mad, that familiar, infuriating grin just widened on his face. He pulled me back in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he spoke directly into my mouth. “Do it again, kitten,” he whispered, “Do it again and again until I'm angry.”My mind screamed at me to stop. I'm not a violent person. I hate anything to do with it, and that's why, even though that single slap gave me more peace than smashing everything in the room, I hesitated. I thought about stopping, about not giving him the satisfaction, but my hands had a will of their own. I pulled back from the kiss one more time, and with all the force I could muster, I slapped him again. His head whipped to the side from the sheer impact
Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) 43
The moment the car rolled to a stop at the mansion, a sudden jolt of clarity snapped me out of my emotional fog. The cold, hard reality hit me with the force of a tidal wave: I had been clinging to Ryker, the very source of my grief, for solace. I had been a fool, and the realization filled me with a hot, righteous anger.I pushed him away, the act a physical manifestation of my fury at myself for so easily succumbing to his false comfort. He had nothing good to offer me, and I knew it. My gaze fell upon the enormous mansion, the opulent walls of my forever cage, and my anger boiled over.I slammed the car door on his face, the sound a satisfying crack that echoed my rage. I stomped my way to the room, and the moment the door shut behind me, I let everything loose. The second he entered, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find and hurled it at him. The anger I had been holding in, the humiliation, the heartbreak—it all erupted."You motherfucker," I hissed, the word foreign and yet s
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"What did I do?" Ryker asked, tilting his head with a mock innocence that only served to infuriate the sisters even more. Another wave of profanity washed over him, but he didn't even flinch. His gaze flickered to me, and I read the unspoken message in his eyes: he was proud that I'd moved away from my sisters on my own, but he was disappointed that I hadn't gone to him instead. It was a silent, dangerous promise that I'd be punished for this minor defiance later.I averted my eyes from him, my gaze glued to the floor. I didn't dare to look anywhere else, not at Ryker, not at my sisters, as they faced each other in a battle that was bound to end in tragedy. My stomach was in knots, my mind racing. I knew this was my fault. I was the reason for this confrontation, the catalyst for the storm that was brewing. I just wanted it all to be over, for the ground to swallow me whole, anything to escape the unbearable tension and the weight of my own actions."Tainted her?" Sister Jane growled,
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"Yeah, let it go, babe. Give in," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck, a sensation that sent tingles down my spine. His hand sped up, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge, but just as I was about to let go, he stopped. He picked me up effortlessly, settling onto the cold, stone altar. Then he slammed me onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest, my legs splayed open as far as they could go. A small click echoed in the silence as he picked up the rosary from the floor."You don't need this anymore. This can only be used to fuck you now," he whispered, and my blood ran cold. To my utter horror, he stuffed the rosary into me. My eyes flew open and I gasped, trying to clamp my legs shut, but he held them open, and it was already too late. The rosary was inside me, my walls clenching around the beads as the cross dangled outside, a horrifyingly sacrilegious pendulum. The most terrifying part was the sensation. The rosary beads, a symbol of my faith, felt
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I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head away, my knuckles white as I clutched the rosary. I prayed with a desperate intensity for the strength to face him, to deal with whatever new torment he had planned. He didn't say anything, just walked toward me with a slow, deliberate stride, a predatory gaze fixed on me.I could feel his anger radiating off him in waves. It had been there ever since I locked myself in the bathroom, a simmering rage in his eyes. But now, seeing me here, on my knees in front of the altar, praying to God, it was as if something inside him had finally snapped. His patience had completely broken. His face was a mask of cold fury, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with an unsettling mix of possessiveness and wrath.Every step he took toward me felt like a hammer blow, each footfall echoing in the silent church. He stopped right in front of me, his shadow falling over my small, kneeling form, blocking out the light. I didn't dare look up, just held on to the rosary,
Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) 39
My world got turned upside down, and not in a good way. It's one thing for your beliefs to be shattered, but it's a whole new level of hell when you've slept with the very person who stands against everything you believe in. And to make it worse, it happened under some kind of influence. My mind keeps replaying the moment, trying to figure out what exactly robbed me of my sanity. Was it my drowsy state? Was it my ovulation? Or was it both? Whatever it was, it completely took over my mind, making me drop all my guards and beliefs, and to my utter disbelief, welcome my enemy with open arms. The shame is a heavy blanket I can't shake off. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling a wave of disgust.And Ryker... he's only making things worse. Since that night, he's become this shadow of a man I can't stand. He's more attentive, more possessive, and clingy. The sight of him makes my stomach churn, and bile rises in my throat. Every time he tries to touch me, a shiver of re
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