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And knowing this was inevitable.
She wasn’t running.
Not anymore.
I moved before I could think, lunging forward to drive her backwards on the bed. I was on top of her in an instant, her small body crushing the bedding under me. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. “Tell me you don’t want this, Angelica.”
I waited.
She didn’t say a word.
I pulled back, watching her face, watching the battle, and the slow agonising fall as she lost whatever was left of herself.
Silas moved around me, climbing up onto the bed, his palm sliding under her neck to turn her head toward him. A reminder. A claim.
Angelica shuddered between us.
Her hands clenched into fists.
And still, she didn’t stop us.
Because there was nothing to stop.
I turned her face toward me again, leaning forward to brush my lips against her neck—not a kiss, just a breath, a whisper of what was about to come.
“You’re ours,” I murmured again.
And this time, she didn’t deny it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ANGELICA
They were goingto destroy me.
I knew it the moment I stepped into Silas’s room, the air thick with something predatory, suffocating. My pulse hammered, that ache between my legs twisting into something darker, something I shouldn’t want.
But I did.
God help me, I did.
Silas sat against the headboard waiting, watching. He always watched. Eyes like a hunter’s, calculating, knowing. A touch came at my back, a heavy hand slid along my spine, dragging my panties over my hips. Behind me, Theo, all violence and hunger, those wide, pin-prick drug-soaked pupils pinned on me.
I was trapped between them.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to think and feel the graze of those fingers. I still had a way out. One that made my pulse race. One I tried to fight, but I knew I couldn’t anymore.
I still had…sex.
It was the only thing I had left.
If I gave them what they wanted, if I made them need me, crave me, maybe—maybe I could twist this to my advantage. The thought barely formed in my head before that voice slithered in.
Good girl, Angelica. Now you have them.
My stomach turned.
Not now.
