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He slams my hips to the table and spills his cum into me. Something between a breath and a growl rips out. A final breath, and I might as well be in outer space.

Saint collapses forward, propping an elbow on either side of my body. His chest heaves with mine, and my whole body ignites with the feel of his bare skin against me.

“Beautiful.” He reaches forward, brushing my hair off my face and tugging the blindfold that covers my eyes, untying it. “You passed your test like such a good girl.”

He slips the blindfold off me, and even if the room is dim, my eyes have to adjust to the fresh assault. In the darkness, I felt everything. And something about having my vision back has sensations flooding my body.

Saint lifts off me and pulls out. I’m still blinking and trying to catch my bearings as I look around and try to focus.

And that’s when I see him.

Declan stands at the edge of the room with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking.

“Having fun, Violet?”

26

The Problem Isn't What Happened

Violet

Declan doesn’t take hisgaze off me as I catch my breath. Tears burn in my eyes, and defeat rushes through my body.

I’m aching. Tired. Still coming down from everything Saint just did to me and trying to process it. And to make matters worse, I’m naked and used, bent over a table in front of Declan.

Kole presses the back of a knife through the gap between my arms and the rope, slicing through it to release me. I’m shaking as I catch myself on the table, trying to digest what’s happening.

Every inch of my body is sore—exhausted. I’m out of breath, with barely enough fight to hold back the dam of tears weighing down my lashes. I clench my fingers, butthey only find a smooth metal table as I try to hold on and steady my breathing.

“Why?” My voice doesn’t even sound like mine. It’s a raspy whisper because my throat is raw from screaming.

Neither of them answers right away, but Kole grabs my shoulders, pulling me up to stand.

I expect Declan to relish in the opportunity to rove my naked body, but his gaze doesn’t leave my eyes.

“Arms up.” Kole runs his palms over my bare shoulders, drawing a path of goosebumps on my skin.

Shivering, I have no choice but to listen as I lift my arms in the air.

I’m out of fight. Out of energy. And even if I try to struggle or deny him, he has a room full of weapons at his disposal, so I take the path of least resistance.

I don’t break Declan’s stare as Kole slips his T-shirt over my head. It’s long enough to cover all the way to the top of my thighs. But the thin fabric doesn’t take away the chill. And the sweat coating the back of my neck and forehead has me shaking.

“Sit.” Kole spins me around in his arms, directing me to the only chair in the room.

I wouldn’t be surprised if this is where Sigma Sin executes the weak, but I have no choice but to drop down when we reach it, and my legs give out.

“You said no one could come in here.” I glare at Kole as he squats down in front of me, still shirtless and showing off his seven flesh-carved trophies. “Just like you said that I couldn’t leave.”

Kole hands me a water bottle, watching me take it. Even if I don’t want anything from him right now, my throat is raw, and my thirst is overwhelming.

“They couldn’t.” Kole taps the water bottle when I start to lower it, forcing me to take a larger sip. “Declan was already down here when we arrived.”

I drink until Kole finally releases the bottom of the bottle, and I’m thankful it at least cools my burning throat. I’m thirsty, tired, and weak. And I don’t know what to make of the fact that Kole’s taking care of me when this might be the cruelest thing he’s done to me so far.

I pull the bottle from my lips, and he reaches up a hand, brushing the drop of water that rolls down my chin.

“You’re lying.” I face off with him, not pulling away from his touch. “The room was empty.”

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