“It’s just some medicine. It’ll help.”
“I think I’m pregnant,” I blurted out, my voice soft.
He tensed behind me for all of a moment. “What?”
“I haven’t had my period.”
“We-we were going to have a baby?”
“I don’t know whose baby it is,” I mumbled, wondering what the hell was making me feel so weird. This was worse than the other days. “Maybe Dominic. Or F-F . . .” My voice trailed off as my eyelids grew heavier.
“Stay awake,” Tate said tightly. “Who else? All the kings? I forgot you let them all fuck you like a common fucking whore.”
“You said you only did t-that to me the first night,” I whispered, that weird feeling in my brain pounding against my skull to break free.
“I fucked you every night you fell asleep after I medicated you,” he growled, confirming the thought that had formed in my head weeks ago.
Sickness gripped my stomach as he tightened his hold on me, his hand trailing lower on my body until he was between my legs.
“What? Medicated?”
“It’s our anniversary, Bianca.” He switched gears. “I think it’s time we have some fun.”
“Tate,” I choked out, the fog starting to clear from my head. “Don’t. Please. I-I feel weird. Stop.”
His fingers slid in deeper, making my breath catch at the intrusion. I squirmed, suddenly desperate to get away from him. He wound his arm around my waist and held me to him as he worked his fingers in deeper.
“Stop fighting it,” he rasped in my ear as I clung to the edge of the clawfoot tub. “You want it. Give me what I want. Come on my fucking fingers, you little slut. I thought you’d love me by now, so I didn’t medicate you as much tonight. You’re building a tolerance to it. I swear by the end of the night, you’ll love me as much as I fucking love you.”
The fog lifted more. I blinked. I felt like I was being reborn into myself after being gone for a very long time.
He pressed in deeper. Plunged faster. Over and over as my treacherous body reacted. It didn’t matter what I did. He was stealing from me.
No, please God, no!
I tasted blood in my mouth as I bit my lip hard, desperate to escape what he was doing to me. The creeping heat signaled my fall.
No. No. NO! Dominic. Vinny. Levin. Fallon. . .
Please no. Not like this.
My fuzzy brain cleared more as he worked me over. All the things I screamed at Dominic. My love for my kings. Fallon leaving me.
Me still loving them and heartbroken over our tragedy.
I plummeted over the edge, the orgasm rushing through me, the guilt, anger, and hatred along for the ride.
“That’s right. Keep coming. You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? You love giving me your pleasure, don’t you?”
A tiny cry left my lips as tears slid down my cheeks. I’d woken from the fog and entered a fucking nightmare.
“That’s it. Such a good little slut for me. Look at you, milking my fingers wishing it were my cock getting your off.” His lips were at my ear as my body trembled and I gasped through the tears. “Fuck, this tight pussy needs my cock, doesn’t it, baby?”
No. No. NO! It was my body. I choose! I fucking choose!
My senses came rushing back like a tidal wave.
With what little energy I had left, I snapped my head back and smashed him in the face. Immediately, he snatched his fingers back as I tried to scramble out of the tub. I was too weak and too slow.