Page 121 of Their Will be Done

And then drags them apart.

My skirt dips into that space, thankfully retaining some of my modesty, but that doesn’t give me a shred of relief.

Not when I’m faced with three men who look ready to rip every last stitch of fabric off me with their fucking teeth.

When Apollo darts forward, I let out another useless scream. A scream he silences with a kiss as he climbs onto his knees beside Reuben

Now I can barely breathe, never mind fill my lungs for another scream. I tear my lips away from Apollo, but Zachary steps forward and grabs my jaw in his strong, unrelenting grip.

“That’s not how it works, little girl. If he wants to kiss you, then you’ll let him fucking kiss you.”

I only realize he’s holding a belt in his hands when he slaps it against his thigh. I jerk at the sound, and squirm on Reuben’s lap in an effort to escape.

Again, futile, but there’s no way I’m just going to sit here and take this.

Zachary said he’ll never stop?

Neither will I.

But you wanted this, Trinity,a sinister voice croons inside my head.You said you wanted to know what it feels like…? Well, you’re about to find out.

No, not like this! I wanted—

Flowers and romance and dinner dates?

Normal.

I wantednormal.

Zachary turns my face back to Apollo and releases me. Apollo’s lips capture mine, his kiss going from tentative to violent in a matter of seconds.

My dress, full sleeves and a bodice that reaches my collarbones, opens with a zip in the back. So when Apollo tries to slide a hand behind the fabric, it’s too tight for him to gain access. He makes a grumpy sound and shoves a hand between Reuben and me, hunting.

I feel every inch of that zipper coming down. And when I slap my arms over my chest to keep my dress in place, Cass grabs my wrists and wrenches me open again.

So I bite Apollo’s lip. Not hard, I mean, I don’t even taste blood, but—

“Fuck!” He jumps back, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. “She bit me!”

I feel as much as hear Reuben chuckling.

“I don’t think we’ve made ourselves clear,” Zachary says.

My eyes are drawn reluctantly to him when he drags his chair in front of me. He uses his boot to urge Reuben’s legs wider, in turn spreading me open even further. Then he sits down, his legs between mine and Reuben’s, and leans in close.

“No one dragged you down here, girl.” He puts his hands on my thighs and grips tight. “You came on your own. You’d probably like us to believe it was out of curiosity, but we know that would be a lie.”

“What are you talking about?” It’s not my imagination anymore. There’s something they’re not telling me.

Something they found?

My mind instantly goes back to the email I read. The one my mother sent Gabriel. Did they figure out Gabriel was having an affair with my father?

There’s no way to stop my cheeks from growing hot, just like there’s no way I can stop Zachary noticing my sudden humiliation.

His lips quirk into an unfriendly, one-sided smile. “There she is,” he hisses. “Took you long enough.”

“I can explain,” I blabber out, immediately contradicting myself with a panicked, “I didn’t know!”

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