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Brutally.

Painfully.

Obsolete.

He’s inside me. I can feel him everywhere. I’m sure he’s slicing me wide open, tearing through me like paper. It has to be. Why else would it hurt so much? I’m choking back my own vomit, my body fighting against the pain, my tears flooding my cheeks like blood poured from my veins.

His vile grunts fill my ears like the devil’s laughter, and his hand is on my head, forcing my face into the mattress.

I can’t breathe. I don’t want to breathe.Please don’t let me breathe.

“Jesus, birdie. Your pussy is tight.”

Something breaks. It’s my mind. I’m sure of it. I hear the snap, feel the severed tether of my sanity. And my body goes numb as the violation overwhelms me with an emptiness that grows with his every movement. The pain becomes a paralyzing grip that squeezes tighter and tighter until I’m no longer there. Like every ounce of life is being torn out of me by his thrusts.

“Oh, don’t give up on me now, birdie. Fight!” he yells, pressing harder, suffocating me.

Let me die.

“Fight me!” His grunts grow louder. More rapid. His thrusts deeper, harder, tearing me open from the inside.

“Fight me, birdie!”

My lungs burn.

My body burns.

I’m nothing but flames.

Let me turn to ash.

And then…nothing.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

NICOLI

My fist collideswith his jaw, blood bursting from his mouth, and a jolt of pain lances through my arm. He staggers back, dazed from the blow, and I take advantage, lunging forward with a viciousness unlike anything I have ever felt before. I pummel him again and again until he falls to his knees.

It’s when he looks up at me that I see it in his eyes. He wants me to do this. He wants me to kill him.

I pull back and feel a surge of adrenaline as I prepare to hit him again when my brothers come rushing out of the house.

“Nicoli, stop!” Alexius yells. “Stop this right now!”

“You were supposed to keep her safe!” I scream, and Maximo spits out a ruby-red river of blood on the asphalt before shakily pushing himself up. He fumbles to his feet, staggering as he tries to steady himself. His face is a bloody mess, his nose crooked. But he hasn’t attempted to fight back or to defend himself once since I started beating him right after he told me she was gone.

“Where is she, Maximo? Where is my fucking wife?” I scream at the top of my lungs, birds erupting from their nests in the oak trees.

“I will find her,” he bites out, blood dribbling from his mouth. “If it’s the last fucking thing I do, I will find her.” He stumbles, and Caelian rushes to his side, steadying him with an arm around his waist.

“What the fuck, man?” Caelian snaps.

“He was supposed to keep her safe. That was his only fucking job, and now she’s gone!”

“You think Maximo wanted this to happen?”

“He’s right, Caelian,” Maximo mutters. “It’s my fault.”

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