Page 92 of Desolation
This was who had control when I gave my body to him? No.
No.
My back slams into the door with a thud as my stomach churns with acid. Outwardly, I stand up straighter and steel my voice. "Where is Ash? Where is my mate?"
Don't show fear, Lana. He wants that. Fall apart later when you're safe.
The shit-eating grin drops from his face as he jumps to his feet. I fumble to get to the door, opening my mouth to scream for one of my mates, but a hand clamps over my mouth, slamming me into the door. His wet tongue darts out, licking the shell of my ear as his warm breath makes me shiver with disgust. "Iam your mate. Did you not hear me the first time?"
He presses against my back, his rock-hard erection pressing firmly into me, showing me just how much he gets off on scaring me.
He took my virginity—no, don't think about it. Later.
Memories of Rafael threaten to rear their ugly head and I struggle to hold myself together as my mind begs to unravel. I can't fall apart in this man's hands.
I go lax, letting him feel my submission to lure him into a sense of complacency.
He purrs. "That's a good girl. Maybe you don't have as much fire in you as I thought. What a shame. I was looking forward to breaking you in." He hums. "No matter. I can find other ways to have fun with you."
Resisting the urge to flee, I use every ounce of willpower to relax my body, biding my time for a moment to escape, knowing it will come eventually. I breathe hard against his hand, looking inside for my magic, needing to connect to it now more than ever.
Please, Gaia. Help me.
A small wisp of teal floats around my soul and I yank on it with all my might, forcing the magic to flow. Pain flares through me as I pump as much of my magic as I can into my body, pushing past the exhaustion that threatens to debilitate me.
Game time.
Clamping down on his hand with my teeth, I bite down with all my force. The flesh of his palm comes off in my mouth and his blood coats my tongue. With a pained yelp, his hand loosens but he's still at my back. I spin on my feet, hands burning teal, and slam my palms against his chest, launching him through the air where he falls against the wall.
It gives me just enough of an opening to yank open the door and cry out for my mates before he's there again, grabbing me and tossing me into the dresser. Something snaps with the fall and my ribs scream in agony.
I lay there wheezing through the pain, tears wetting my eyes, as the sick fuck casually pulls on his boxers, like he's getting ready to head down for breakfast.
Ash is still in there somewhere. He has to be.
How am I supposed to contain this Anshar person without hurting my mate's body?
Footsteps pound up the stairs and the tears come more violently at the relief that flows through me.I'm not alone.
Hale kicks the door open all the way, his eyes darting around the room as he takes in the scene. I cry out for him, crying for everything I've lost—my sense of safety, my virginity to a psycho,Ash.
I want to reach out to my mates but Anshar throws up the purple barrier, blocking the doorway. Hale pounds his fists, screaming for me, his knuckles dripping with blood as he rages. The twins appear on either side of him, staring in horror at me, lying broken on the floor, blood around my lips, coating my chin, and to Anshar, casually sitting on the edge of the bed watching them.
Fuuuck!My mind screams at the distressed look on the guys' faces as they watch their mate being abused by what looks to be their brother.
Anshar leers at the men. "Oh, how I will enjoy bleeding your bodies out again." He motions me over with his hand, like he's summoning a dog. "I will slaughter these boys by my hands for us, Oslana. For our future."
I have no choice. I have to stop him.
"Wait…" I wheeze out, struggling to my feet, clutching my broken ribs. "I will come with you willingly if you leave them."
My mates scream my name as I make my way to the psychopath, throwing their powers at the barricade, trying to force their way into the room.
It's no use. Their powers are nothing compared to his.
He holds his hand out for me and I willingly grab it, playing the submissive queen he can mold to his desires but he's not so easily tricked again. He squeezes my fingers and I groan, falling to my knees from the pain.
He clicks his tongue at me, a maniacal glint in his eyes. "Now, now, Oslana. If you think this is pain, you have clearly had a soft life."
