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He carved a line into my cheekbones, and I instantly felt a sharp pain shooting across my face as blood seeped out from the wound. At that moment, I realized that Wilbur was nothing short of a madman, and nothing was more important than survival right now. I immediately fell to my knees, holding a hand to my face as I said, "I'm a loser. I'm sorry…" More and more people were filtering into the venue by then, and all eyes were instantly on us. Some of them looked at me in pity, while some others just sighed for me. "He should have known better than to offend Mr. Collins, but he just wouldn't listen."

"Tell me what you see." "A...a ring," Chrissie said, frowning and untucking a lazy hand to bring up to her face. "It's pretty...Is it mine?" "Where are you, Chrissie?" "My kitchen...there's coffee...I need to fold the sheets..." "Go on," Dr. Gray said. "Tell me what's happening." "There's a man...a man on my couch...it's him...who is he?"

*warning* This chapter contains Scenes and content that might trigger people. If you are underage, I suggest skipping Chapters 41-42 for reference. Remember this is fiction and if in reality, you face someone or something like this (it's a crime and reach for help). Chapter: -30 Never in my whole life had I thought I would be here, in this situation pinned against the wall, when Alex Rome his hand all over my body, touching it everywhere. My tears keep falling, and my mind keeps repeating the last time I was in this situation.

He turned the laptop so we both faced the screen. “What are you working on?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. He brushed my damp hair over one shoulder, lips grazing the nape of my neck. “You have to see this.” He clicked play. The screen filled with us. The living room couch, firelight flickering over bare skin. Me, sprawled back, legs open, head thrown back in a silent cry. Cassian above me, moving slow and deep, every muscle in his back flexing with each thrust. The camera angle was perfect, high and slightly to the side, catching the way my breasts bounced, the way my nails raked down his shoulders, the exact moment I shattered around him.

Warning; While Rape isn’t described in detail in this chapter, it is insinuated to HAVE happened. Just a trigger warning! *********************************************** Chapter ThirtyNine I laid on the floor, completely unmoving. Too scared to even make a sound in case he attacked me all over again. I couldn’t even look at him. I just heard the clanking sound of him buckling his belt again. He grunted something and then left. I closed my eyes and just laid there, still, not moving until I heard him actually leave his bedroom and close the door behind himself. I waited a few more minutes before I climbed up onto my bed and held my legs against my chest.

I curled against him, my hand on his chest, his still resting over my bump. And even though his cock probably still ached, he sighed like the happiest man alive. END OF CHAPTER 37

he growled, his hand wrapping around my neck and squeezing slightly. “What are you?” he demanded. I tried to answer, but my voice broke as tears continued to run down my face. Before I could speak again, his hands forced my body forward. Pain shot through me as his movements became rougher. My breath caught in my throat, and my fingers tightened around the edge of the chair as my body shook. “I’m your cunt.” I gasped weakly, the words barely leaving my mouth as the pressure and pain mixed together. “I can’t hear you,” he said coldly. “Say it louder so everyone in this room can hear.”

She pointed to the back room. Cressida was asleep. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow. Her face was pale...too pale...but her breathing was steady. The blankets were pulled up to her chin. Her hands rested on top of the sheets. I sat in the chair beside her bed. I didn't touch her. Just watched. And she didn't stir. I thought about the road. The crash. I thought about the locker room. The way her hand had felt in mine. The way the mate bond had snapped into place...bright and burning...and then vanished.

We grabbed the laptop and whiskey and headed down a hallway into a massive lounge with deep couches, a fireplace crackling despite the power still holding for now, and huge windows looking out into the dark storm. My mind kept replaying those entries from his real story file, the raw confessions of him getting fucked senseless mixed with the pain of being left. It made me want him more, made my balls feel heavy with need. We settled on the big leather couch, laptop between us at first but soon forgot as we pulled up the manuscript. Damien sat so close our knees touched, his arm brushing mine every time he reached for the trackpad. “Alright, focus on chapter seven,” he said, voice still rough

NOTE : GUYS THIS CHAPTER IS HIGHLY 18+ THIS CHAPTER CONSISTS OF VOILENCE IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER ◇NO POV◇ The dark room which is whole terrific a king size bed a girl is sleeping naked on the bed her whole body is filled with marks of whip