Page 71 of Princess Avenged

“I’m right here,” Crusher says from behind me. “If you hurt her?—”

Phil whisks me into a nearby bedroom, slamming shut the door and lifting me high against it. Our eyes are level, but his remain closed as he leans his weight against mine, pressing my body so firmly into the door my back hurts. All of me hurts.

My mind flashes to that day when Phil ground his erection against me through our clothes. He might have given me my first ever orgasm that day, but the memory fills me with fear. Phil was different back then, and he hated me.

From the hall, the others shout, pounding against the door, and the vibrations shake me, as Phil continues to pin me against it.

He opens his eyes, and my entire body freezes in fear. Because it’s not Phil I see in the eyes boring into mine.

I struggle against the door, but he’s holding me so tightly I can barely move.

I open my lips, hoping to alert the others, but he roughly puts his hand over my mouth, pinching my skin.

“You are mine now,” he growls against my ear. “You are the one who was marked for me, and I will use this monster’s oversized tool to fuck you so hard and for so long you’ll beg me for mercy.”

Phil’s voice is distorted, and his pupils are like pin pricks. His normally golden eyes are closer to red and flickering with fire. And even more terrifying than the color, I can’t see Phil in there, anywhere.

“This bloodsucker’s cock is huge, but I will use this too.” He holds up his fist in front of my eyes, flexing the massive digits and mock thrusting in the air. “And you’ve already seen some of my silver toys.” His eyes narrow. “I have others. Huge ones.”

“And since bloodsuckers can heal, even if I punch holes inside you, you’ll still be able to carry my offspring.”

He grinds Phil’s erection against me, and I fight to keep my legs together, but it’s no use. The power of his body forces them apart and his hard thickness rubs with so much pressure I’m certain my sex will be bruised.

Phil—the demon—gathers my skirt. And then he releases my mouth so he can use both hands for that task. The force of his bodyweight is still holding me aloft.

“Phil.” I say his name, but he doesn’t seem to hear me. “This isn’t you. This isn’t what you want. You can fight against this.”

He stills, panting, and I see the real Phil flash in his eyes. But it’s such a short time I wonder if it wasn’t just my hope-filled imagination.

A window smashes. Axe and Ember climb through the window and over a boulder that’s landed on the pine-planked floor. Sunlight streams into the room. The heat is powerful. All the hairs on my body respond, starting to singe, even though none of the rays directly reach me.

“Get off her,” Axe yells.

And then the room fills with light. Not sunlight. A much brighter, whiter light. So white it’s almost blue. My eyes snap shut against it. So do Phil’s.

He groans, and then the sounds from him turn to a horrific howl. He’s clearly in pain, and I can’t help but worry about him, even as I feel my skin burn from the sunlight.

“Release her!” Ember’s voice echoes through the room—a voice louder and stronger, more commanding than I ever imagined could erupt from the petite vampire.

Phil backs off me. The floor unexpectedly rises to meet my feet, and my teeth slam together at the shock. Crouching, I use my arm to shield my eyes from the blinding light so I can see what’s going on.

Phil is in the corner, far away from the sun’s burning rays. But he’s burning, anyway. His body is encircled by silver ropes.

I gasp, feeling his pain as if it were my own. I turn toward Ember. She’s the one controlling the ropes.

“Ana. Go into the other room,” she says calmly, but there’s no question that this is an order. I don’t typically let others order me around, but quickly comply.

And the second I open the door, Crusher pulls me into his arms, and slams it shut again.

Chapter

Thirty-One

Crusher

Striding through the forest, I stay on high alert for signs of Phil. No one has seen him since he attacked Ana.

Since I let it happen.

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