Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Let’s go,” he grunts. “Behave.”
I jerk at his hold to no avail. Too easily, he drags me over to his tent. Once I’m shoved inside, he follows, removing his belt. At first, I think he’s going to whip me with it.
“Don’t,” I warn, my voice shaking as I crab walk backward over the sleeping bags. “Please.”
“Turn around,” CJ orders. “Don’t fight me on this.”
I scream when he tackles me. Because he’s a grown man, it’s not difficult for him to flip me onto my stomach. He grabs both of my hands, yanking them together at the small of my back.
“Seriously, Raegan. Just fucking behave. We can be good together. Let it happen.”
Let it happen?
Is he insane?
“I would rather eat bear shit than let anything willingly ‘happen’ between us,” I spit out, heart racing in my chest. “You disgust me.”
He grumbles under his breath as he uses his belt to bind my wrists together. I cry out when he squeezes them together too hard.
“Ow,” I choke out. “I’m sorry. Please, not so tight.”
His sigh is one of frustration as though I’m a bratty child, but he thankfully listens, loosening the belt so that I can feel my fingers again. Once he secures me, he crouches over me, nose in my hair, and inhales me. My entire body freezes as warning bells go off.
“Soon,” he promises in the barest of whispers. “We’ll consummate our marriage. You’ll officially be mine, little virgin.” He chuckles. “I’ll have to come up with a new nickname, though, because little virgin won’t work after tonight.”
He pulls away and playfully smacks my ass over my jeans before slipping out of the tent. I bury my face in the sleeping bag, allowing myself a moment to feel sorry for myself, sobbing until I’m hiccupping.
But after a few minutes, my breathing evens out and my heart rate slows.
I wriggle until I free one hand and then another.
These people may have taken away everything from me, but they won’t take that. I refuse to let CJ take my virginity. I’ll sneak out and check on Ronan while these assholes have their celebratory drink. Then I’ll hold my brother to his promise.
I choose Ronan.
Consequences be damned.
* * *
* * *
My head is throbbing and the bruises on my face are going to be ugly tomorrow. Blood trickles from my nose from the last dizzying punch I received. I’m alive, though, and Logan is gone.
I survived his latest attack—or punishment as he likes to call it—but I still don’t know how my sisters are faring. And Kristen? Fuck. I wish she wouldn’t have tried to stick up for me. The punch he slammed against her cheek completely knocked her out. Thankfully, her breathing is even. She’s still with me.
Rope digs into my wrists, cutting the flesh anytime I attempt to move. Assisting Kristen is out of the question. Sneaking out to save my sisters is also not going to happen. We’re all well and truly fucked.
On my knees, I shuffle over to Kristen and attempt to see her in the dimly lit tent. The last thing I saw, though blurry, of Logan before he left was his rage-filled expression as he wailed his fist into Kristen’s face.
I hate him with everything in me.
Leaning in, I again make sure she’s breathing. Since she’s not crying or trying to speak to me, it’s clear she’s asleep. There’s nothing I can do for her. All I can do is hope that when Logan comes back, he’ll no longer be angry. Maybe he’ll leave us alone tonight.
Walking on my knees again, I make my way back over to the zipper of the tent, straining to listen for any sounds. I’m clearly a masochist because if I hear my sisters screaming or fending off an attack, I’m unable to do any-fucking-thing about it.
All I hear are cheerful hollers and laughter in the distance. The monsters are celebrating their tyranny. Fury, hot and uncontrollable, swells up inside me. If only I could break through these ropes with just my anger. I attempt to do just that and the burn across my flesh is a reminder that it’s not going to work.
I’m about to flop down on a sleeping bag, giving in to my despair, when a shadow creeps closer, blotting out the light from the campfire.
Logan.
Fuck.
I scramble back on my knees until I’m away from the opening, heart thundering in my chest. Is he back to beat on us some more? Fear chases away my anger, leaving me to tremble in anticipation.
Ziiiip.
The shadowy figure enters the tent and zips it back up behind them. I stay unmoving, bracing myself for the impending attack.
“Ronan?”
Holy shit.
Relief explodes through me as I realize the soft voice belongs to Raegan. It’s quickly snuffed out with worry over her being here. If Logan catches her…