Page 9 of Wicked Oath

Talon gently pulls me up to sit and my entire body is shaking as he tips my chin up to have me look at him. “Delaney… I am many things, and a shit husband will be one of many… but I will never harm you. Okay?”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper.

“Logan hurt you?” he asks, and I nod. “What else?”

“I…” I say as I try to force the words, but my voice fails me, and I just shake my head.

“Vince?” he asks.

“He didn’t hit me…” I answer, leaving room in my tone for interpretation.

“Did Vince rape you?” Viper asks as the vehicle is shifted into park.

“Yeah,” I say almost inaudibly.

“Cheryl?” Talon asks.

“She just… watched,” I say, trying to shy away from his gaze, but he won’t let me. He just stares at me, lost in thought. He pulls himself out of his mind and gets out.

“Get out,” he commands. I put my head down and obey. His mood has flipped back, and he grabs my arms to pull me inside. The house is huge and beautiful but when we get inside, it’s minimally decorated and not exactly cozy.

“We’ll be back first thing in the morning,” Viper says to Talon. “Text me sizes and I can bring her some clothes.”

“Mhmm,” Talon says dismissively. Viper and Rogue give me an almost sympathetic look before walking out. Talon locks the door behind them and sets the alarm then grabs my arm and pulls me upstairs. We go to the end of the hallway and into a room. I assume it is the master bedroom as it has a huge king-sized bed, a television mounted to the wall, and personal items in various spots like the dresser, armchair.

“Is that his shirt?” Talon asks me as he slips his shoes off and tosses the items from his pockets on the dresser.

“Y-Yeah,” I stammer.

“Take it off.”

“What? No,” I frown.

“Take the goddamn shirt off Laney,” he snaps.

“No,” I say firmly. “You can’t just order me to—“

Talon abruptly grabs me by the throat and slams me back against the wall. I suddenly can’t breathe when I am lifted up to my tiptoes. I try to pull at his hand, but he doesn’t let go. “If I tell you to do something, you fucking do it,” he growls. “If I tell you to get on your hands and knees, crawl to me like a dog, and suck my cock, you better be the most convincing goddamn bitch. Do not ever tell me no again.”

He releases me and I crumble to the ground as I cough and gasp for air. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back to look at me and for a flicker of a second, there is remorse. “Take the fucking shirt off,” he says simply.

“Okay,” I whimper, tears stinging my eyes. He releases my hair, and I drag myself up from the floor. He watches as I pull the shirt off. I throw it at his face because if he’s going to be a dick, I’ll give him a reason. He catches the shirt, and grabs hold of the collar before pulling until the fabric gives and he rips it in half. I have my arms crossed over my chest to try and conceal my breasts. He pulls his thin white T-shirt off and walks over to stand in front of me.

“Hands up,” he commands. I do as he says, and he puts the shirt on me. “Better… This is better.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and drop my head. He promptly lifts my chin and frowns at me.

“Look at me when you speak, Laney,” he says. “What are you sorry about?”

“For saying no,” I say softly.

“Why did you say no?”

“Because my body is disgusting,” I admit.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because… Logan didn’t like my body. He made that known,” I explain. He looks me over for a moment before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulls it off me, leaving me naked.

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