Page 211 of Never Fall for an Angel

Someone could be hiding in the closet.

“Phantom?” I call out, my voice too loud for the tomb-like ambiance of the house around me.

I don’t hear him, nor do I see his sleeping form on his bed in the corner.

Where the fuck could he have gone?

“If you’re playing a joke on me, it isn’t funny.”

I could find the power box. I have no idea where the power box is.

I could run to the door.

What the fuck do I do once I’m outside? I don’t even know where Christian went.

I could wait right here until someone or something reaches out from the darkness and grabs me.

Fuck that.

I don’t have shoes, but I pad towards the door anyway. Anything to get out of this dark room and get to some sense of safety.

Only when I reach out and grab the handle . . . it’s locked.

And then . . . someone reaches out for me.

From the dark, hands grab me around the waist, hauling me back until I fall flat on my ass. The scream gets stuck in my throat, all the air whooshing out of me when a large body falls over me.

From outside, I can hear Phantom growling and scratching at the door, but I can’t move with the man pinning me down.

I jerk in his grasp, my hand connecting with his cheek and my ring slicing his skin.

“Fuck,” he curses in pain. “Fucking bitch.” The back of his hand connects with my face, and my head whips to the side, my lip wet with either blood or saliva.

He falls off me, and I attempt to scramble away, but he’s too fast. He grips my hips, dragging me back until I’m underneath him, this time on my stomach.

No. No. NO.

Panic wells in my chest, and I buck underneath him, my fingers grasping at anything I can reach, but there’s nothing there but the rug.

I’m truly trapped.

“Christian!”

The man’s hand presses into my back, pinning my face to the carpet beneath me while his other slips between us to try and drag my shorts down.

“Does this make your pretty little cunt wet?” he growls, and shame envelops me, my scars searing underneath my clothes.

With all my strength, I rip my head back, my skull connecting with his nose, and the sickening crunch of cartilage shattering fills the air. Blood drips down onto my bare ass, and he lets out a growl of fury, grabbing my legs and pushing all his weight on top of me.

“NO!” I thrash violently under his hold when he snarls through the blood in his mouth, ripping at my shorts. A lance of pain shoots up my side, but I don’t stop fighting him, wrestling to get him off me through the chaos.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” he taunts in my ear. “I like a little blood on my cock.” His fingers fist in my hair, dragging my head back at a painful angle, and a strangled cry rips from my throat.

Oh fuck.

“Beg for me, huh? Maybe I’ll take it easier on you if you cry a little harder.”

He chuckles through the blood in his mouth, the sound sending chills down my spine. I let out a shrill cry when his fingers grip my ass, my throat clogged with tears and screams. I can barely breathe with all his weight on me.

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