Page 200 of Brutal Prince

Indi

Something’s changed. It’s not just the light — although that’s becoming dimmer by the second. There’s a darkness building in this room that has nothing to do with sunlight, and everything to do with the two men in here with me.

I expect Marcus to object to Briar’s request. After all, how can he hold a gun while he’s keeping me down?

But I guess Marcus feels the change too, because a moment later he’s crouching on the mattress by my head. He puts the gun down, behind and to his right, and then takes my wrists from Briar.

The touch of Marcus’s cold fingers on my wrists, some still slick with my own lubricant, is enough to make me gag. But the savage hunger in Marcus’s black eyes makes me want to hurl.

I can smell myself on him, and it’s throwing my head into a state of such overwhelming shock I feel a catatonic state coming on.

I can’t let that happen.

I have to fight this!

But now Marcus is holding me down, not Briar. And when I start bucking and writhing under Briar, yelling at him through my gag to get off me, to stop, to abandon his stupid plan, Marcus leans real close and sinks his teeth into my jaw.

Briar stops with a hand on his zip. I go rigid in shock, and then melt with fear. Marcus pulls back, but from the fierce stinging where his teeth were, I know he broke the skin.

“Christ,” Briar breathes.

My eyes fly to him, but his gaze is transfixed on the spot where Marcus bit me.

“What?” Marcus demands. “Bitch wouldn’t lay still.”

“It…that…” Briar clears his throat, and hurriedly zips down his fly. “That was so fucking hot.”

He’s bullshitting, of course. I can see the disgust in his eyes. But I guess, just like some relationships force rose-tinted glasses on your nose, Marcus doesn’t notice anything but what he wants to.

And his friend just told him it was hot when he bit me.

So he bites me again. This time, right on my tit.

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