bChapter /bb173 /b

April POV

Rnd leans over me, his nose dragging along my neck, I thrash and call him names, not that he can hear them through the tape, but heughs like this is amusing, like he finds it funny.

“You stink of him, you know.” His words are cruel, and I stare at him. “His magic it’s vile, it ruins your scent.”

This my knee, trying to hit him, but he just adjusts and ms it down, and

“Your parents knew, April.” His words have my freeze and panic, no, there is no

stopped me, they would have stopped us.

way

could have known, no way. Had they known they would have

“Awe, look at you, shaking your head, so sure that I’m wrong, that this evil rogue is lying.” He grips my chin so that I’m forced to face him. “They knew, hell they knew you snuck off to meet him, where they don’t know, but this-” his finger strokes down my mark, and it res hotter than before.“—was their goal, he ims you, and then we take it away and cause him pain. He’s going to rush to your fathers pack to save you, and then die.”

No! I cry harder. Eryx, they can’t do this to Eryx, it’s not right.

Gripping my chin, he rips the tape off my mouth and ms his lips onto mine, I scream and thrash, but he doesn’t hesitate, his hands pull and rip bthe /bdress off my body in one easy motion.

“Let’s fuck his scent out of you little wolf, and don’t worry, I’ll bite over his im mark as well, then you won’t have anything left of him.” He kisses me again, and I bite at him, trying to spit in his face.

I’m still screaming when he pulls back, his mouth is slick with my spit and hisughter fills the car. His fingers curl into my hair, and drags my head back until my throat is exposed, vulnerable and shaking with every sob that I can’t swallow.

“Go ahead. Scream louder. Let him hear you from wherever he’s hiding.” Rnd’s voice is a snarl inow/i, no longer amused, no longer taunting. He’s furious. And worse, he’s determined.

He leans closer, and I try to bite him, but the moment he gets too close, I twist, snapping at him, but the angle is wrong. My arms are still behind me, wrists burning from the restraints. He only chuckles, low and cruel like he thinks this is funny. I scramble back and sit up, and he shoves my face into the window.

“Stop fighting. You’re not getting out of thisi./i” His voice is quiet, so quiet that it almost feels worse than him yelling. It’s like he’s settled into something darker and colder that I can’t fight.

His fingers trail down my spin, his nails biting into the skin until I feel it split and the heat floods what’s left of my clothing off, until I’m entirely naked and pressed against the cold car.

sup my

back from the blood. He doesn’t stop, he rips

I twist again, it’s useless, I can’t stop trying, he pushes me down, and lowers himself against me, forcing my knees apart with his own. I feel the heavy drag of his belt loosening against my body, he’s going to do it, he’s actually going to. I thrash harder.

“You want to scratch me?“His voice is like smokeb, /bcurling around the car. “Fine. Let’s make it more fun.”

I don’t understand his words, until I feel his hands at my wrists, and he unfastens the restraints. They fall away from my wrists and the seconds I’m free! wait for him to move back, only he doesn’t.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, dragging my wrists forward, forcing me to wrap them around his neck as bhe /bpins me harder against the seat, b“/bFight meb./bb” /b

I do. My nails rake down his shoulders, his arms, I w whever I can reach, and his skin breaks under my fingertips. I fight him like bmy /bbentire /bblife /bbdepends /bon bit/b, because it does right now. I bite him when he leans in closer. I scratch him until there is blood in iny nails and on my palms, bonly /bbhe /bbdoesn’t /bbstop /bbbe /bshoves against my harder, his hands bruising around my hips.

“Pathetic,” He snarls into my ear, and I feel the blunt pres sof him. bIt’s /bsudden and vicious, as he bshoves /bbbetween /bbmy /bbthighs /bI bscream /bbagain/bb, /bblouder /band i raw. My throat burns as I w at him harder and more desperate to stop it, bbut /bbit’s /btoote. He’s bstronger/bb, /bbheavier /bband /bbalready /bbinside /bbof /bbme/bb. /bbHe /blet bmy /bwrists free to give me false hope that I could bescape/b.

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Every inch of him feels like fire, punishment and hate. He pushes deeper, grinding against me until I can’t think or breathb, /bbuntil /bbmy /bbscreams /bbfade /bbto /bbroken gasps that no longer sound human.

“This is for him. Every thrust, every second. This is for your precious Eryx.”

I sob harder, and my body won’t stop shaking and I still try to escape, I still push against him, and shove at him with everything I have bugh/b. All it gets bme /b

is hisughter, hot and fagged against my throat as he moves faster and rougher, mming me into the seat with every thrust.

“Tell me it hurts,” he growls. “Tell me.”

“I hate you,” I choke out, the words turning into sobs.

“Good.”

He bites my neck, near the mark, close enough that pain radiates down my spine. His teeth tear the skin and I feel it, the blood welling up, warm and thick, as it slides down my neck, and chest and between my breasts. It keeps running down my body until it meets where his hips crash into mine bagain /band again.

My arms shake and my wrists ache. I don’t stop trying to fight though.

He shifts, with a brutal jerk, he pulls free of me. For a moment, I breath thinking it’s over and sag against the seat. My body trembles, and as much as I btry /bto kick out at him, my legs won’t won’t work.

“Turn around,” he orders.

I don’t move. I can’t.

“Turn around, April.”

Shaking my head, I refuse and he grabs my hair and wrenches me until I’m staring at him through blurred eyes. Blood coats his chesti, /iarms, and mine. Most of it is mine, from how badly he bit me. Some of it is his.

“If you don’t turn yourself over,” he says softly, “I’ll carve that mark from your neck and make you watch.”

The threat breaks me, because I don’t know if I can survive it, I can’t lose that pierce of Eryx and maybe if I do what he says he will leave the mark? I turn, my sticks to the seat, sweat making every movement agony. I brace my hands on the backrest, knuckles white, arms shaking, body open and exposed as

Rnd kneels behind me.

“There’s the good little wolf.”

I close my eyes, but it doesn’t help. I feel everything, the way his fingers scrape down my spine, the taunt in his breath as his pushes against me again, this time harder than before. He doesn’t pause this time. He drives into me without mercy, his hands gripping my hips like iron as he forces me to take every brutal thrust.

My mouth opens to scream but only sobse out.

His mouth finds my neck again and I tense as his thrusts be harder. His teeth position over it, and I struggle to escape again bbut /bhis chest bpresses /bagainst my back holding me to the seat. I feel it, the way his teeth sink in, and thest broken piece of my whispers bEryx’s /bname in silent.

I feel it. Every inch of it.

It burns. It’s not the bite itself that hurts, but it’s like my veins have turned bto /bbacid/b. Like bit’s /bpouring bthrough /bme and removing bthe /bbband /bI bhave /bbto /bbExy /b

‘I scream, broken and raw, feeling it burn from me. I don’t care that Rnd is bbehind /bbme /bughingb, /bbor /bbthat /bbmy /bbody is locked bup /bband /bbconvulsing/b, bhelpless /bagainst him. I bdon’t /beven care that the sound of my agony seems bto /bfuel him. I can’t bstop /bbthe /bscreamsb, /bbI /bbcan’t /bbhold /bbthem /bbback /bbas /bbit’s /bbburning /bbme /balive

I can feel his im breaking bthrough /bCryx’s and taking hold. bThe /bdeeper his teeth bsink/b, bthe /bbholder /bbhe /bbholds /bbit/bb, /bbthe /bbmore /bbEryx’s /bbim /bbburns /bbout /bbof /bme sit bconnection /bbto /bEryx bsnaps /bbover /bband over /buntil it’s bgone/bb. /b

I scream harder, thrashing now, but it’s toote.

My body stops recognizing me.

Rnds im doesn’t just rece Eryx’s it consumes it, and tears it from me. It destroys everything.

I can’t breathe.

He still doesn’t stop, like it’s not enough. His teeth stay in ce, his body moving behind me, every brutal thrust after another like a reminder bof /bwho now owns me. I want to pass out, I beg for my body to pass out. For unconsciousness to drag me away. Rnd growls against my skinb, /bband /bI realise through the haze of pain, he’s still taking me, even now. iming me wasn’t enough. He’s still driving himself inside me like I’m nothing more than ba /bbody for him,

to use.

“Feel it?” His voice is full of malice. “Feel me recing him?”

I sob, unable to answer.

“Good.” His bite loosens, just enough for blood to pour down my shoulder, slick and hot. Heps at it like he’s savoring me. Then his teeth sink down again.

I gasp, choking on it, feeling my body shudder once, twice, then copse forward.

Rnd holds me up.

“Mine now,” he whispers.

I sob harder as he pulls back, his bite releasing and I feel every sinch of the tearing as his teeth withdraw. My skin doesn’t even try to heal itself back together, his im won’t let me. The bleeding doesn’t stop.

I slump forward, but he drags me back against him, his blood–slicked chest is against my back, and hips continue to grind into me like he doesn’t bcare /bthat I’m limp, broken and ruined.

“You’ll smell right again,” he breathes against my ear. “No more of his filth”

My stomach lurches. I think I’m going to vomit.

He ikeeps /ithrusting.

I wish I could scream, but my voice is gone, my body has given up, and I don’t feel human, or like anything.

When I finally sag against the seatpletely, when even imy /isobs fade to hollow gaspsi, /iRnd’s pace slows. His hand slides down my thigh, casual, possessive.

“Eryx will feel it, you iknow/i,” he murmursi, /imouth still pressed to the mess of my neck. “He’ll feel your bond shatter. He’ll know I’ve taken you. He’ll know what I did.”

I shudder violently.

“And he’lle running.”

iHis /iihips /im forward again, harder, and imy /ibroken gasp is bthe /bonly sound left bin /bthe car.

“And when he does… your father will kill him.”

I close imy /ieyes, and ipray /ithat death finds me before Eryx tries bto /bfind me. bI /bbcan’t /bbbear /bbthe /bbthought /bbof /bbhim /bbseeing /bbme /bblike /bbthis/b.