Page 154 of Breaker

Rune’s eyes drop to my bag and his jaw tics. I don’t know how Clyde’s handled what occurred last night, but I can guess he’s managed to keep his anger in check. I don’t even know ifhe’s confronted Rune yet. If he even will. The fact Rune and him have been friends for so long means Rune must be used to seeing Clyde’s anger and vice versa. It makes me wonder how many times Clyde has turned a blind eye.

He has, after all, been feeding Reaper and the men information on Rune’s criminal activity for years.

Activity about his lodge.

Reaper’s words flash in my head.

“Cora.”

My gaze darts to the living room. Rune is sitting on my couch. I was so lost in thought, I didn’t even notice him move.

He pats his lap. “Come here. Come sit on Papa’s lap.”

My heart kicks, my palms sweating, a different kind of fear settling in my gut.

“Come sit on Papa’s lap and talk with me.”

Make yourself useful.

Stupid, stupid, girl.

It never once crossed my mind what would happen if Zane called things off. I was so focused on not getting trapped in a nightmare that I failed to see the consequences of not complying with Rune’s demands. While I’ve ensured I’m free from Zane, I’m still trapped with Rune.

When I don’t listen, when don’t act like the girl he trained to be his sex toy, he bolts from the couch, stalking toward me with such anger, I freeze in place. He grasps my arm, mouth contorting into a snarl.

“Did you not want Zane because you knew we couldn’t play anymore?” he asks. Bile rises in my throat. “Is that why you fought me so hard? You would miss me?”

“No,” I hiss, glancing toward the door. How absurd this floundering hope in my chest. How stupid that I cling to the idea that maybe someone will appear. Rescue me yet again.

But no one knows where I am.

Rune drags me with him, tugging me down as he sits. My ass lands on his erection and I have to bite my cheek to keep the tears back. “Papa, stop.”

“Shh,“ Rune whispers, his hand landing on my thigh, moving up toward my center. I squeeze my thighs together as his hand travels upwards, greedy fingers pushing between my legs.

Thank fuck I changed into jeans.

It doesn’t stop him from cupping me.

“Papa, please. Stop.” I hate myself for begging. He likes it, caves it, and I know it, but I can’t seem to stop myself. This feels so much worse somehow. So much more invasive and gross than before.

He leans in, wet lips brushing my ear. “Let your Papa play with you,” he whispers. “Let me play with my little girl the way you like it.”

My gut lurches, and I fear I may actually vomit. Rune’s nose brushes along my jawline, the movement tender, but he’s not being sweet. This is what he does before he unleashes his true self, and I end up having to stifle my screams.

Right on cue, his fingers weave into my hair and he jerks my head back. My arms fly out and I grip back of the couch to keep him from pulling me back any farther. “Does my little girl, not want to play?”

Play. How different a word can sound coming from a predator’s lips.

A tear slips out as I gasp, my head jerked back so far a sharp pain twinges in my neck. His fingers slithers over the seam of my jeans, moving up and down, stroking me, expecting me to give in and open like I did before I was taken. Spread my legs like his whore.

You’re ours.

I’m not his,my mind screams. I never was and I certainly am not now.

I belong to me.

And I gave this body, parts of my fucking heart, to them.

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