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“I don’t—” He bites my neck, making me moan at the spike of pain, even as his knee moves to offset the sting. This is escalating fast, and I don’t want it to stop. “I’ve never done that.”

He chuckles and licks at his bite mark. Ownership—that’s what this is. He’s marking me as his. “Then you’re fucking a boy. If you were mine, you’d be screaming my name all night.”

I want to give in. My body has always belonged to someone, and now, I want to give it to him. I want him to bring me the pleasure I’ve fantasized about, wished for. With him.Byhim.

But I can’t. Not yet.

“No, Killian.” I push lightly at his chest. “I can’t.”

He stills, pulling away. Dark eyes are clouded with lust, but more than that, he looks wounded. “No?”

“No.” I sigh, chest heaving.

There’s a brief pause, and he pulls away. Without him, my body goes cold.

My legs tremble as I stand, leaning against the wall for support, nails digging into the wood. Killian looks ready to say something, to argue, but instead, he just runs a hand through his hair and turns on his heel. He’s down the stairs before I can call him back.

I want to. But I can’t.

Blowing out a deep breath, I turn right to walk to Michael’s room. Right now, the only thing I can do is finish my plan. I can’t marry Michael tomorrow, and I will never be a goodobedientwife. Never.

I walk the distance to the far room with a singular light. Knocking once, Michael pulls open the door, smiling wickedly.

My body goes cold.

“Well, well, it seems it’s my lucky night. Hello,fiancée.”

I ignore the nausea and enter his Godforsaken room.

Chapter Six

Maeve

This room is a testament to the power Michael wields with my father.

Rich drapes, expensive sheets and a crackling fireplace all show off his status within the clan. Michael likes expensive things and enjoys having people think he’s important. He’s embraced his role and willingly took me as a future bride because of what it will give him.

He stole my innocence and gave me back only darkness.

I’m not letting him get away with it.

Sitting on the bed, he lets the towel part. I don’t take the bait. His dick isn’t that impressive.

For years, I’ve endured. I was made to take the punishments and smile with gratitude.

Never again.

“You came to me on your own. I didn’t even have to call a guard this time. You’re learning.” He smiles wide. He’s praising me like a pet who learned a new command.

There aren’t any guards left at the house. They’re spread thin covering the family as they make one last holiday romp through downtown Boston while I stay here. With Michael.

I can’t help it. I smile back.

“I thought it was time to accept my fate,” I say, words dry. A fate I would make my own.

“You’re almost twenty-one.” He nods, leaning back. His belly is so big, walking has got to be difficult for him. “I’ll admit, I do miss that young body of yours, but this version certainly comes with perks.”

Bile rises hard and fast up my throat. I have to breathe through my nose to settle it back down.

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