I shake my head, denying what he’s saying. “My father would never break the law. He’s a good man?—”
“Your father dropped your ass on my doorstep as a peace offering.”
Tears cloud my eyes. The pain in my face is null and void at the moment as I struggle to make sense of what he’s saying. It can’t be true. I would know if my father was some gangster and breaking the law. I would have seen it.
“Is that why you’re fucking me?” I blurt. When his face relaxes and a sinister smile shatters that stoic look on his face, I know he is about to obliterate me with his words. He struts toward me with a familiar swagger unique to him, then crouches down in front of me. Our eyes lock and my breath hitches. Every night I have loved being in his arms and experiencing the highs only he can give me, but I see the truth now. Xaden wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to hurt me, he really does want to hold my heart in his hand as it beats for the last time.
He reaches out and grips my chin. His hold is firm, not painful, but it’s the look in those gray eyes that has me on edge. He isn’t shielding anything from me right now. I see it, right there plain as day.
Hatred.
Disgust.
Loathing.
My stomach swoops. While I’ve been getting lost in him and allowing my feelings to develop for the god of death I allow inside me, his have not changed. I thought he wore a mask daily to ward off his peers, but I was wrong. That anger he clings toand displays on his face daily is the real him. The mask he wears is for me. He slips it into place every night before sliding into me. I was a pawn. He used me and I allowed him to do it because I was so desperate to feel wanted, cared for and for someone to just fucking see me!
“No, I’m fucking you because I can.” His words do nothing to settle my nerves. “Plus, fucking you is destroying your brother and that shit is worth every second of disgust I feel when I slide my cock inside that pussy every damn night.”
A white hot branding iron would have hurt less than hearing the man I gave my virginity to admit I disgust him. A lone tear rolls down my cheek. The sight of it captures his attention, making him smile. I thought not being able to remember the crimes I’m accused of hurt but this,thishurts more.
It burns to breathe, my chest feeling like I have the weight of a linebacker on it. My body feels like it's stuck in quicksand and I have no control over my limbs. My head is screaming at me to get off my ass and run, but that stupid muscle in my chest is pleading for me to see through his bullshit and call him on it.
“Finding out you're the princess to the local cartel doesn’t faze you, but hearing how I feel about you does? You’re really fucked up, aren’t ya?” he taunts.
“Believe half of what you hear and all of what you see.” I throw his words back at him. His eyes crinkle at the corners, displaying his dislike for my use of his own words against him. “I’ve seen nothing to prove that what you say is the truth.”
“Open your fucking eyes, Toren. Your father is a crook. Your brother is being trained to take his place and you were supposed to be his bargaining chip, but not anymore.”
“Why?”
He presses in closer and ghosts his lips over mine. I should push him away but I can’t. I love having him this close. “Because I ruined you and any chance he had of selling you off to make adeal. I destroyed the princess and I didn’t even have to lift a hand to do it because you begged me to fuck you.”
The air feels like it’s sucked out of me and I deflate in his hold. “I don’t believe you,” I choke out as I fight back my tears.
“You see it with your own eyes, yet you still refuse to face the facts. Your best friend’s brother is a fucking fed and using you to get intel.” I jerk in his hold.
“Meek?” I breathe out.
His eyes narrow at the mention of his name. “Get the fuck up and get dressed. You’re coming with us.” I don’t get a chance to protest, he grabs my arm and hauls me to my feet, not caring that I cry out in pain. He drags me out of his room. I stumble to keep up with him as he pulls me into my room and shoves me forward. I catch myself on the edge of the bed. I whirl around and glare at the son of a bitch.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I scream.
Xaden stands there in the doorway and crosses his arms over his chest. I narrow my eyes when I see Cas suddenly appear behind him with a cold look on his face. I shake my head as hurt blooms inside me.
“You knew what he was doing and you didn’t even try to stop me,” I hiss at my old friend.
Cas just shrugs. “Shit’s changed, Terror. None of us are who we once were.”
“Fuck you both!” I spit, then spin around, ready to ignore the both of them, pack my shit and take my fucking chances back at my dorm.
“Try and run and you will learn what disobeying me costs.” I peer back over my shoulder at Xaden and scoff.
“You can’t hurt me more than you already have, asshole.” My voice is laced with venom.
“Oh, Tink, I can break you without ever laying a single finger on you,” he throws back.
“Not anymore,” I answer.
