Page 130 of Inside the Sun

I jerk sideways, push off the wall and try to slip out of his grip, but it’s useless. He catches me and slams me down onto the bunk.

But I’m not going down that easy.

I kick him—hard—as hard as I can, aiming for his crotch, but I miss. I hit the inside of his thigh. He hisses in pain, then…

I feel the punch. Right in my side, maybe my liver, I don’t know. The pain’s so sharp it knocks the air out of me. My vision goes black around the edges. My body just quits.

I hear him unzip.

Then he grabs my hair and yanks me off the bed, dropping me to the floor. I land sitting next to the bunk, my head slumped against the edge.

And then I hear it. Click. Metal. Rocco’s pulls a gun and loads a round.

"You’re gonna give me the deepest fucking blowjob of your life, or I’ll blow that little brain of yours all over the wall. Then I’ll tell Anzo you were spying."

My stomach flips. His dick is right there, out of his fly, inches from my face. I try to turn away but his other hand grabs a fistful of my hair and forces my head back up.

"Open your damn mouth, slut, or your brains decorate the wallpaper."

I panic. My mind latches onto one thought, get a message to Anzo.

Then it dawns on me. I raise my hands and grab at the collar around my neck. I put everything I’ve got into trying to break the clasp: desperation, rage, raw strength. Like every alpha, I’ve got brute power. I hear a faint metallic creak. The clasp doesn’t snap, but I know Anzo’s got a short-range link to this collar, mine and Summer’s. He’ll feel that I’m trying to tear it off.

Rocco doesn’t notice. His dick is still pressed to my lips, but I stubbornly keep them shut.

"Don’t test me, boy." The gun taps against my temple.

"Please," I whisper, jaw clenched. "Please don’t do this."

Rocco leans in, breath hot.

"You think just ‘cause you belong to Anzo I won't fuck you in the end? You think you can walk out of The Sun without giving me a taste of your ass? Think again."

"There’s no way Anzo would let you—" I spit. "He’s your boss. You owe him some fucking loyalty!"

"You don’t know shit about me and Anzo," he growls. "You have no idea how this works."

But he doesn’t get to finish.

The door swings open—and Anzo steps inside.

Dear Fate. Thank fuck.

His eyes go straight to Rocco’s dick, still out, still aimed at my mouth.

A short pause. And then Anzo says something I did not expect.

"Was Sun trying to seduce you?"

What? What the fuck?

I can’t believe he just asked that. Like I’m the problem! Like he’s giving Rocco an out. Unfuckingbelievable.

Rocco straightens up, face sour, zipping his pants.

"Yeah. Little slut’s been coming on to me since day one."

"You lying piece of—!" I shout, but then—

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