Page 7 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

His laughter was cold.“Make no mistake, sorellina, if I choose to claim you, you’ll bend to my will and like it.”

A look down his frame showed a sizeable bulge at his crotch, showing he was excited. The thought of getting raped sent a shudder through her. His eyes narrowed, falling to her chest. No way in hell could her nipples be hard at the thought of the bastard, so she didn’t need to look down at herself.

“That will never happen, Geovani.”She wasn’t sure if she was saying she’d never bend or if they’d never find out. Either way, she prayed it never came to be.

Geovani laughed. The sound reminded her of something out of a horror movie just before the killer slashed the throat of one of the actors. The steps he’d taken away from her disappeared as he moved faster than she’d thought possible for a man his size. She tried to duck away from him. Instead, she found herself pinned, her front plastered to the wall with her ass to his front, feeling the extent of his hard-on pressed against her.

He ground himself against her. “You know, you only have to be a virgin on your wedding night. I could fuck this ass, and nobody would be the wiser. Fuck, I could fuck your mouth as well. What do you think about that, sorellina?”

“Y...you can’t.”She’d die before allowing this monster to violate her.

Geovani humped against her ass and gripped both of her hands in one of his above her head. The cool wall beneath her cheek blurred from her tears. His other hand came between them, palming her breast, then pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out in pain. That same hand inched downward.

She kicked out, crying, begging.

“Mmm, I love the sound of your cries, Vittoria.”He licked the shell of her ear.

The sound of a door slamming stopped his wandering hand, freezing his movements. She dared not breathe.

“Geovani,”her stepfather yelled.

“A reprieve, sorellina,”he whispered.

“I will tell him what you did,”she vowed.

Geovani smirked.“Who do you think he will believe? Me, his son, or the bucchina that defies him at every turn?”

He let her turn around and smiled down into her tear-stained face.“If you’re nice to me, I’ll make it good for you. Besides,your future husband will enjoy a nice, broken-in ass. Fight me, and I’ll fuck you raw. You might bleed out.”He shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him.“Trust me, my father will believe me when I say I found you wherever I dump your body. We have enemies.”

“Tori, are you okay?” Cian asked.

It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t that young girl trapped with a monster.

“Yeah, I...I’m fine. Can you handle this?” she asked, waving toward the drinks. For the past four years, she’d buried memories of the past. In one night, with one name, her life gets turned on its axis.

“Go on. We got this. You can head home.” He lifted his chin toward the back.

She stared out at the group of men and locked eyes with the one named Jeter. If only things were different. His hands were large, scarred, and tattooed. They certainly looked like they could do some damage and probably had. Yet when their gazes met, she swore his softened in a way no monsters could. When it came to monsters, she was an expert.

The man next to Jeter said something, drawing his attention from her and freeing Tori from his penetrating stare. “Get a grip,” she mumbled as she quickened her pace. The door that led to the employee area opened with a slight push. She shuddered as soon as the door closed behind her.

Why she felt as if she’d gone through torture was a mystery. Stress and anxiety weren’t her friends.

Tori twisted her neck on her shoulders, hating the tightness creeping in. The pain she knew all too well had already started throbbing in each of her temples, creating a halo of thorns around her skull, ready to tighten like a vise. Within an hour, she’d be in a fetal position, wishing for death without her rescue meds. Fuck, Tori hated this shit.

Inside the office, she grabbed her bag and pulled the little striped tote that held her medicine inside, exhaling as she popped one of the migraine pills into her mouth. Fuck needing anything liquid to wash it down. She stood with her back to the door, tipping her head up, and hoped the little white pill would slide down her dry throat faster. Hell, it might hit all the blood vessels trying to burst faster, without water washing it away.

She dropped the bottle back into the bag. Hearing the familiar sound of the plastic rattling together comforted her.

“Are you an addict?”

Tori jumped at the male voice.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” she asked.

Jeter looked behind him, then back at her. “I came to check on you because you seemed upset. Obviously, you just needed a fix or bump.”

She looked at the striped bag in her hand before meeting his eyes. “I have a migraine, asshole.”

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