That’s when I realize Kai’s not trying to rip out my stomach. He’s holding me down.
Why bother when I already can’t move?
My labored breath feels hot and sticky in my throat as my gaze switches back to Kai. He ducks his head, his wet nose dragging over the side of my neck.
…I smell him on you, like he’s soaked into your skin…
His lips tease my skin. Then his teeth. Scraping gently. Then harder.
Harder.
Bastian’s cock replaces his fingers. Still teasing. Stroking. And I mentally beg him to push into me, to thrust so hard and so deep that I’ll break inside and bleed out.
Because then it’ll be over.
And I can finally stop.
Stop fighting. Stop hurting. Stop…being.
Kai opens his mouth wide, and slides his lips to my throat. His blood-wet hair blocks my view of Bastian, and when he clamps his teeth shut, he blocks my windpipe too.
My arms are too heavy to fight them. My body limp as Bastian drives into me with a hard, violent thrust.
“Haven!”
Bastian calls my name. Urgent, but quiet. Like he doesn’t want to trigger Kai into ripping out my throat as he fucks me.
“Haven!”
My gaze darts to the corner of the room nearest me, just a foot or two away from my bed. To those inky shadows, where the voice came from.
There’s someone standing there. Not even a silhouette, just a vague sense of volume in the dark. Presence like an aura.
A presence tainted by evil and the corrosive stench of burning chemicals.
Kai’s teeth dig deeper. Bastian fucks me even harder.
My body starts convulsing.
In pleasure? In pain?
From loss of oxygen?
Because I’m losing myfuckingmind?
Bastian grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at his blanked out face. And he’s keeping me from staring into the corner of the room, where whoever’s standing there is stepping forward, into the light.
I don’t want to see them anyhow.
Don’t want to know.
Because they can’t be here any more than Kai or Bastian can.
I escaped. I fucking escaped!
Icy fear pours into my bones. It goes deep.
Deep and hard and violent as?—
