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Clenching her hips, I thrust upward, taking her deeper, needing to take what I want. But her sweet virgin tightness holds me back. I didn’t want to hurt her.

“I need more.” Sliding her hands up my chest, Ember lowers herself, presses her tits to my chest, nails scraping upward to curl around my neck. “Fuck me, Jase, I want to feel you take me harder. Show me how much you want me.”

Oh hell.

Flipping Ember over to the blanket covering the back of the bed of my truck, I pull nearly all the way out and thrust home. Filling her. Plowing into her with each thrust, doing just as she told me to do. I take her as I want.Show her just how much I’ve wanted to do this since we started dating.

Before that even.

“Oh God, yes, Jase. It feels so good. More. I want more,” she begs, nails digging into my shoulders.

Gritting my back teeth, I fuck her harder. Hitching her legs over my shoulders, I take her deeper. Within seconds her pussy clamps on my cock, her orgasm floods from her soaking me at the same time has me pouring my release into the condom.

That night had been only two days before she overheard Azrael and me talking. After that, she didn’t give me a chance to explain things. It was done.

Not long after that, Ember was gone completely, and I hadn’t seen her again until she waltzed into the clubhouse. I’d been surprised to see her, and I wasn’t even sure I was seeing her correctly.

With Reaper putting me in charge of her protection, he’s giving me the in I need. I just gotta figure out how I’m gonna do just as he says I need to and fix what’s fucked up.

Sleep refuses to come even hours later. All I keepthinking of is anything and everything to do with the woman in the room right next to me. By the time I finally do start to doze, screams of terror pierce the silence.

Jumping out of my bed, I rush from my room, going straight toward the room I knew they came from.

The door is unlocked, and I open it to find her in the throes of a nightmare. She’s screaming words that tear at my heart, and if I don’t wake her, they’ll do more than that. They’ll sear themselves into my own soul, branding it with her pain in a way I’ll never forget.

CHAPTER 5

EMBER

No. No. No.

Please no.

Not again.

My attacker lowers the knife and rips through my costume at my breast and then farther down my body. He again flips the knife down between my legs, and a pressure releases while a gush of air hits me in my most sensitive area. God, this can’t be happening. This can’t be my reality right now. I hear the blood in my veins rushing through me. I can’t let him do this without a fight. I wither backward unsuccessfully.

I go still when he runs the edge of the blade along my pelvis, above my panties. My heart goes rampant when the sharp side of it slices against my skin while the dull, flat side glides down between my legs. He rips my shredded panties from my body and chuckles.

Lifting my panties to his face, he inhales the scent of them and grins. My eyes widen at the sight of the tattoo on his forearm. It looks familiar, but I don’t know where I’ve seen it before. Leaning forward, he shoves the fabric into my mouth.

“Now, let the fun begin. You’re a pretty thing and I’m going to enjoy marking you.” He cackles maniacally.

I scream around the panties filling my mouth when he pulls out a lighter and lights a cigarette. His weight settles fully on my legs while he takes a puff of the blasted thing and then lowers it to my chest, where he proceeds to burn it into my skin.

Tears well in my eyes, and I’m unable to avoid what’s about to happen.

Why is this happening to me?

I try to get my mind to go somewhere else. Anywhere else, but it’s hard to focus on anything else when this monster burns my flesh and taunts me with what he’s going to do to my body.

I scream and cry through the whole thing, praying that when this is all said and done, I will somehow survive while living with the memories of my body being violated.

But as the monster violates me, he shifts, faces going back and forth, changing up to Samir’s then shifting back. Both faces are laughing.

His face changes back to Samir, and he curls a lip up, and says,“You’re resilient. You know that? Maybe I should mark you myself? Would you talk then?”

My throat threatens to close on me. Nausea coils in my stomach. If he so much as tries, I’ll bite his ear off if I have to, to keep him from touching me.

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