“Fuck you,” I grit out.
He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes my vision white out, and I’m coming before I can stop it—clenching around him, screaming into his mouth, my whole body shaking apart.
“There’s my good girl.”
He’s fumbling with his pants, and I should stop him, should fight, should kick and claw and scream…but I want him inside me more than I want air.
A roar splits the air.
Kai crashes into Bastian like a linebacker, sending them both tumbling off me and across the floor. They hit the sarcophagus with a thud that echoes through the crypt.
I scramble backward, pressing myself against the wall, trying to make sense of the chaos.
Kai’s on top, his fist connecting with Bastian’s jaw once, twice. But Bastian’s fighting back—he bucks his hips, reversing their positions with brutal efficiency.
“Miss me, boy?” Bastian rasps, his hand closing around Kai’s throat.
“Get—the fuck—off me—” Kai’s struggling, but his movements are sluggish, uncoordinated, as if the blow to his head took more out of him than he’s willing to admit.
Bastian flips him onto his stomach, wrenching Kai’s arm behind his back. His other hand tears at the waistband of Kai’s jeans.
“I showed you mercy on Friday night,” he hisses into Kai’s ear. “You were so drunk, I could have fucked you if I wanted.”
Kai’s fighting, but it’s useless. Bastian’s got him pinned, one hand working his own cock free while the other keeps Kai immobilized. And I’m just lying there, watching, because wandering into their orbit feels like a sure way to die right now.
“Looks like you’re losing your virginity tonight, boy.” Bastian’s voice has gone deep, dangerous. “And you have that piece of trailer park trash over there to thank.”
He ducks low to whisper in Kai’s ear, but the words carry as clearly to me as a shout.
“She said you’reours.”
He spits into his palm, chuckling as his hand slides between Kai’s ass cheeks.
Kai lets out a single, strangled sob and goes limp under him.
Something snaps inside me.
“Stop!” My scream echoes off the granite walls, loud enough to make both of them freeze.
I’m on my feet, shaking so hard my teeth are chattering. I have no weapon, and not even half the strength I need to fight Bastian off—just two shivering fists and the most malevolent glare I can manage.
“Get. Off. Him,” I growl. “Now.”
Bastian looks up at me, blatantly weighing his options.
“I saidnow!”
I don’t know what convinces him, but he releases Kai with a disgusted sound, shoving himself to his feet. Kai rolls onto his side, gasping, one hand going to his throat, the other tugging his pants back up.
God, we look like the last three survivors in a horror movie.
Bastian’s panting, blood still dripping from his nose. Kai is on the ground, dazed and furious. Me in the middle, naked except for my torn stockings, covered in all kinds of bodily fluids.
“This stops.” My voice is as angry and unsteady as I am. “Right fucking now.”
“Listen, girl—” Bastian starts.
“No.” I round on him. “Shut up. Both of you, just—shut the fuck up and listen.”
