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He watched me with Liam, knowing I was intimate with him, even if we didn’t have sex. He watched us spend timetogether when he was the one who wanted me. He put himself through the torturefor me.

My mouth turns to sandpaper as I replay his question once more. Could I handle it?

I couldn’t.

And he couldn’t either. It’s why he killed them.

His reason.

Saint grabs my shoulders and forces me to stand. He spins me around and shoves me face down onto the table in the middle of the room.

“You failed then,” I say when I should probably just stop talking. “You killed them.”

Saint shoves his hips against my ass as he reaches around me, wrapping something over my eyes, the blindfold making the room dark.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Violet. I passed. One year, that’s how long I had to stay away. It took Liam over half of it to get you to agree to even go on a date with him because even then, you knew it was wrong. But the clock had started, and the second his time was up, I made him pay for every single day of it.”

“So what? It’s your turn now?” He thinks he cares about me, but his loyalty is with Sigma Sin.

He thinks he has my well-being in mind, but he handed me to Liam to pass his test. Saint is a psychopath to his core, and I’ve been delusional trying to see past it.

“You used me.”

Saint pulls my arms back, tugging so my shoulders ache as my stomach presses to the cold table. “I freed you. You should be thanking me. I gave you the opportunityto see what you didn’t want so you’d understand who you really belong to. And the moment I passed my test, I made him pay for everything he put you through, didn’t I, Violet?”

He paid with his life.

If this is romance, I’m fucked.

“You keep focusing on the wrong things.” Saint relaxes his grip on my arms, only to make room to wind his rope around them once more. “But that’s enough questions. You don’t want to believe me? Fine. I’d rather show you what you mean to me anyway.”

He pulls the rope around my arms tightly, and I can’t move with how I’m bound. I can’t see through the blindfold. All I can do is feel.

His curled fingers scratch over the backs of my thighs. The cool table digs into my hips as he spreads my legs further apart.

Smells, touch, and sounds are amplified when it’s only darkness.

Saint undoes his zipper and presses the head of his cock against me.

“I suffered for you, Violet.” He pushes the crown in, and I’m immediately overcome with the same rush from our first night together. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”

He shoves his hips forward and impales me. It steals my breath along with my scream.

Saint grabs the back of my head and tugs so I’m arching.

“Scream for me, kitten.” He thrusts in harder, and the cold edge of the table painfully digs into my hips. “Hurtfor me. I won’t kill you, but I will make you suffer like I did.”

Pulsing his hips faster, he drives me against the metal table. But with my hands restricted, I can’t fight back. I can’t move or control this. He’s stolen my power from me.

“Do you know the worst part of any trial?” He’s thrusting in, but I faintly hear something move beside me. “It’s the start of it. When you still don’t know what to expect. Will it be easy? Will it hurt? Will it be what finally breaks you?”

Saint spits, and it lands on my ass. He drags his fingers through it and pushes against my hole.

“Wait.” I choke on the word.

“No.” He pushes the tip of his finger into my ass. “I’ve waited long enough.”

He shoves his finger deep, and I scream as he pushes through the resistance.

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