Tomorrow.
Jethro...
How far away are you?
A question flew into my head. I wanted to ignore it. It probably wasn’t wise to ask. But I was past censoring. “Why drag this out? Why not get it over with?”
Cut grinned. “Eager for a raping, my dear?”
I balled my hands. “Stop with the torment. I get it. You’re rich. You have power. I’ve lived with you for months. I know that already.”
Cut’s fingers tucked short hair behind my ear, fingering the strands he’d allowed Daniel to hack. “It’s a method of torture, Nila. Just like the history lessons inform you of your demise, the delay adds weight to what will happen.” Dropping his fingers from my hair, he clutched my hipbones, dragging me from Daniel’s clutches into his own.
Like father, like son.
I hated that both their erections pressed against me in a matter of seconds.
My heart lurched with sickness. I’d slept with Jethro willingly. I’d made Kestrel come as a thank-you gift for being so decent, and if I didn’t find a way to stop my future, I would become intimately acquainted with Daniel and Cut, too.
Four men.
Four Hawks.
One Weaver.
My stomach recoiled, threatening to evict the nothingness inside me.
“Let me go—”
“No.” Cut grabbed my nape.
Before I could squirm away, his mouth landed on mine.
Stop!
He’d kissed me before. Licked me. Touched me. But this was the first time he let down his guard and fully gave me a part of himself. His tongue fluttered over my tightly pressed lips. His goatee bristled my tender chin. His rough skin hinted at his age. And his impatience at getting me to respond unravelled his decorum.
His nostrils blew scalding air on my cheeks as he forced me to kiss him back.
I stood there unmoving. I didn’t open. I didn’t budge. He might be able to drag out my persecution, but he didn’t have the power to make me fear it.
His kiss suddenly switched from savage to sweet, peppering soft kisses on my lips.
For one tiny second, he wasn’t a monster. He projected a fantasy that he truly cared for me. That somewhere, deep inside his rotting chest, beat a heart that wasn’t pure evil.
But that was a lie. A terrible,terriblelie.
The worst one yet.
Yanking my mouth away from his, I spat at his feet. “Don’teverdo that again.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I’ll do more than that, Nila.” Slinking his arm around my waist, he smiled. “You taste just like your mother.”
“You’re a pig.”
“That’s your misconception. I’ll have great pleasure showing you otherwise.” His whisper tangled in my hair. “Tonight, you’ll want me just as much as she did. I give you my word on that.”
“No way in hell will I ever want you, you bastard.”
