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My fuck—and here I thought Marcus was the only psycho in the room.

“Come on, bro,” Marcus says. I close my eyes again, and force myself to stop wriggling under Briar.

“She’s not wet enough,” Briar says.

My cheeks go hot. I grip my fingers together like I’m praying, and then I actuallydopray.

Not to God, but to Briar.

Please, please stop wasting time and do something!

Fingers—enough of them to stretch my walls—slide inside me and dig deep. I flinch, cry out into the gag, and have to force myself to go still again.

“Feels wet as fuck to me,” Marcus says, and then laughs. I cringe, and hurriedly swallow down the bile that rushes up my throat. My eyes pop open. I glare up at Briar, and he scowls down at me.

Is he angry with me because I dared move? Fuck him! And if Marcus was so close, why in the hell didn’t Briar attack him?

Briar shifts his mouth to the side, grabs my wrists in both hands, and pins them above my head. My hands sink into the mattress as I give Briar another venomous glare.

“Hey, bro?”

Marcus straightens behind Briar, head tilted quizzically. “Yeah?”

“Can you hold her down while I fuck her?”

Briar

My heart’s thundering in my chest. Marcus was right behind me, and there was fuck all I could do about it.

Why?

Because as soon as his fingers touched mine, there between Indi’s legs, he pressed the barrel of his gun to the back of my head.

I could still have tried to disarm him, but I couldn’t risk getting shot and leaving Indi to fend him off. I’d do anything not to have her end up downstairs beside cold, dead Addy. I’d even die, if that would help. I was the one who got her into this mess in the first place. Taunting her, bullying her. It’s my fault she ever got on Marcus’s radar.

All because of my selfish need toownshit. To claim what’s mine. First, the woods by the house. Then her.

Guess I’m finally going to get what I want.

Right here, right now.

I must be as sick as Marcus. Fuck, maybe we do share DNA. Because the thought of defiling her like this is giving me a hard-on. Despite the fact that she’s lying motionless under me and scowling a hole through my head. It doesn’t matter.

I told her I’d be her first and I plan on keeping my promise, even if it means she’s screaming at me the entire time.

I’d rather have her hate me for the rest of my life, than have Marcus take her virginity while I watch.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Indi

Marcus crouches on the mattress by my head and puts the gun down, behind and to his right, before taking 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.

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