Page 76 of Queen Rose

Aria

Conner’s eyes blaze as he advances. The way he’s looking at me is all kinds of deranged, like he’s out of his fucking mind. His cheek is a mangled mess. He slowly shakes his head, his lips twisting.

I recognize this expression. It’s one he gets when he means to cause me pain, like the day he spanked me. I stumble backward until I slam into the concrete wall behind me. I hit hard, and my teeth rattle. I don’t care. I have to keep moving. Keep fighting. I hope what I told Nate was enough for him to find me. Because when I’d seen the graffiti on the signage, I knew—I’m on Nate’s side of town. And if there’s anyone who can help me, it’s him.

Assuming I last that long, anyway.

Conner clenches his teeth as he stalks closer. Grasping my hands and shoving them up above my head with one hand, he hooks the other in the front of my dress and snaps the delicate straps, practically ripping the front in half. My exposed chest heaves up and down, catching Conner’s attention. Oh, shit.

“You had the nerve to wear my birthday gift after he fucked you in it?” He spits his question in my face, and I quake, unsure what he’ll do next. He grips my jaw with his free hand. “Fucking answer me.”

My exhale is ragged and slow, and I draw on all the strength I have. “Fuck you, you nasty perverted fucker.” My eyes flash angrily as I stare into his. “I wore it for Nate on purpose. You walking in on us was one helluva bonus. It was good for me to think about how much you’d hate it if you ever knew. Was it good for you, too, Conner?”

The way his fingers are digging into my jaw is sure to leave bruises. Yeah. I’ve pissed him off good. I have to keep him talking.

“Shut the fuck up before I shove my cock down your throat and make you.”

I don’t know how I manage it, but I shoot him a sassy smile before I evenly tell him, “I fucking dare you to try. See if I don’t bite your tiny dick off.”

Conner roars, spinning me around, my back to his front, and forces me to my knees. My eyes crash shut, the impact making me gasp. Fuck. I’m going to pay for speaking to him like that. But goddamn, it feels good to tell him off.

Wrapping the hair at the back of my head tightly in his grip, he sinks down behind me. His legs cage mine, and he holds me upright, his erection pressing into my ass. It sends all sorts of revolting memories racing through me. His abusive hand is everywhere, squeezing and pinching my breasts and stomach, all while he continues to tug and yank on the hair that he’s fisted at the back of my head. I cry out more than once, simply because I can’t stop myself. Every single touch is bruising and cruel. Sharp. Painful. And fuck him, he knows exactly what sets me off into panic mode. My body shakes, and my breath stutters.

He lifts his hand to my throat again. “You wanna get smart with me again? My good girl’s been very, very bad.” His hand compresses my throat in a way that makes me see dark spots at the edges of my vision. I lift my bound hands up, trying to get at the hand around my throat, but they catch on the necklace that Nate gave me instead.

I press my fingers to it, letting the words engraved on the back sink into my soul. Without darkness there are no stars. I can’t die like this. I will fight to the bitter end to find the light I know is waiting for me, if I can only break free of Conner’s perverted intentions. He is the dark, but Nate is my light. With that thought in mind, I struggle hard, thrashing around. I elbow him in the ribs, and he finally releases my throat.

I gasp for air as he lifts my dress above my hips and jams a hand between us, cupping me from behind. His demanding fingers press hard on my clit. I sob and try to wrench away, but his hold on my hair is too much. “Please. Please don’t. I’m begging you.”

“That’s it,” he whispers at my ear. “I fucking love it when you beg.” The telltale sounds of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper descending make me want to die right here and now. I can’t. If he does this… I don’t think I’ll recover. I’ll forever be in the dark.

Conner forcibly shoves my upper body to the floor. I catch myself on my forearms before my face hits the hard surface. In one vicious move, my abuser rips the panties from my body. He grunts in satisfaction and rubs his fingers roughly through my folds. I cringe hard, my body going stiff at the unwanted touch, but it only makes him tighten his hold on my hair and pull harder. My scalp stings so badly, I cry out in agony. The sounds coming from me are raw. Gut-wrenching. Soul-breaking.

“Goddamn, you have a pretty pussy, Aria. I’m going to love ramming my dick inside you.” The grunts and groans Conner lets out as he works his hand up and down his hard length right behind me fill the room. Nononononononooooo. He yanks on my hair again, and tears streak down my cheeks.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good. Gonna paint your insides with my cum. When we get done, he won’t look at you the same way ever again. And then you’ll be mine forever.”

I feel the head of his cock notching at my opening and release a terrified, bloodcurdling scream as I make one last attempt to get away. I jerk forward, ignoring the burning sensation as strands of hair rip free from my scalp. At the sudden movement, Conner releases his hold, and I land on my chest on the floor, then roll and blindly kick out, connecting once to what I think is his gut and also to his arm as he grabs at me. His body comes down hard on top of mine, his full weight difficult to bear as his breath heaves, rancid and hot in my face.

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