Page 63 of Hate Me

Then he’d left me no choice. I had to choke him out then finagle the dropped key into my hand with a whole lot of painful twisting and contortion then.

I couldn’t do it while he was conscious, though.

I tightened my grip, making him choke, his struggle weakening.

“I’m sorry, Bastian. I have to do this. You need me to do this.”

“I’m sorry too,” Caspian’s voice sounded all of a sudden.

From behind me!

Before I could even react, he snagged me in a sleeper hold.

“No,” I rasped against his constricting grip.

His long hair brushed against my cheek. “The more you fight, the harsher things will become for you. You’re making yourself into my enemy and believe me you don’t want that, love. Consider that when you wake up and then you and I will talk.”

I couldn’t fight against his sleeper hold and still keep my grasp on Sebastian.

It had me releasing him, my thighs falling on the mattress either side of his shoulders.

I heard him choking, then the bed moved and in my peripheral vision I saw him staggering back from the bed, rubbing his throat. “Cas, don’t. It’s okay now,” he croaked.

“Get out of here.”

“Caspian!”

I kicked wildly at the bed, trying to gain leverage despite my fucking arms being bound and severely restricting what I was able to do.

I managed to twist, then kick Caspian in the side, hard enough that it both jarred him and had him grunting.

“Go!” he yelled to Bastian.

I saw him hesitate, pain swimming in his eyes.

“Bastian!” Caspian thundered. “Now!”

That did it and then Bastian was rushing out of the room.

As soon as he was gone, Caspian shifted his hold and position, ending up sitting on me painfully and in a rather degrading way.

No wonder he’d wanted Bastian gone. It wasn’t just so he could concentrate, it was because he knew he wouldn’t take well to this being done to me.

“Don’t make me do this again,” he growled at my ear.

Spots filled my vision, I could barely draw in a breath.

Then he yanked my head back and that was it.

Lights out.

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~Sebastian~

I rubbed my throat as I made my way down the corridor toward the stairwell, the red-raw ring there from Sky’s attempt to choke me out.

With her thighs, of all things.

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