Page 120 of Mace

My stomach twists at his words.Bastard.

I kick out blindly, trying to hurt him in any way I can, but it’s useless. I connect with him, but I can’t get enough force behind my hits.

“Where is she?” He screams the words in my face.

I’ll die before I tell him where my sister is. His fingers tighten around my throat as he presses his body against me in a way that would have made me hot if Mace did it, but all I feel from this situation is panic.

“She’s having my baby!”

“A baby you forced her to have.” I gasp the words as he loosens his hold enough to let me breathe again.

His nose curls up into a snarl, his lips playing with it. “She wasn’t a kid when I was fucking her and she was begging for more. Call your sister and get her back here.”

I shake my head, and the rage in his eyes terrifies me. The thought that my sister had to deal with this guy alone makes me sick to my stomach.

Escape…I have to get out of this situation. I have to survive long enough for Mace to arrive. The thought he might find me dead in our apartment sends searing pain through my chest.

Link pulls me off the wall and tosses me across the room like I’m a ragdoll. The momentum sends me flying, and I crash into the table where we eat breakfast every morning before slamming onto the floor. I hit with enough force to send pain spearing through my wrist, and my stomach instantly contracts. I clamber forwards, trying to escape, but he fists his fingers into my hair and drags my head back.

My scalp burns as I try to grab his wrists, my feet scrambling for purchase as he pulls me along the floor before releasing me.

I collapse face first, my chest heaving and my lungs burning. He’s going to kill me.

“Where is your sister? You tell me that, and I’ll let you live.”

On unsteady feet, I somehow manage to stand. My wrist and my neck burn, but I back away from him until my spine bumps against the counter behind me.

“Where is she, Maylie?” he roars at me, and I jolt back.

“If you come any closer, I swear, this time, I’ll kick yourballs into your fucking throat,” I hiss at him, ready to fight despite being hurt.

This seems to fuel whatever adrenaline kick he’s on. He rushes at me, and I snap my fist out, catching him in the side of the head. My punch is pathetically weak, and he grabs both my wrists in his hands, holding them against my chest as he spins around, walking me back until my legs bump the kitchen table.

A wicked look crosses his face as he forces me onto it until I’m lying with my legs over the edge. I fight, or try to, as spots fill my vision again and dizziness swamps me, the room rolling around me.

Don’t pass out.

Link plasters his body against mine, and my thin leggings do nothing to protect me from his hard cock pushing against my pussy.

Is this sick freak fucking turned-on by this?

I thrash against him, fear sticky in my veins, but he lifts my wrists over my head, pinning me to the table like a sacrifice.

The way he’s holding me doesn’t allow me to fight against him, so I do the only thing I can—I scream. His hand presses over my mouth, stifling the sound, though I still yell as loud as I can, at least until he grinds himself against me. Vomit fills my mouth, my entire body recoiling from his violation.

I shake my head, no doubt looking as terrified as I feel.

This isn’t happening. I’m not going to let it happen.

I try to fight, bucking against him, but he has super strength, or maybe I’m just really weak because he’s just not moving.

“Don’t… please,” I beg.

“I’m going to fuck you bloody and then I’m going to take Ivy.”

A loud crack fills the air, reverberating around the space. Link releases his hold on me, his eyes wide as he stumbles back.

I take immediate advantage, sliding off the table, and that’s when I see him. Mace is standing in the doorway, a gun raised. I’ve never seen a firearm before, and it feels as if my throat is so tight, I can’t draw in a single breath.

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