Page 157 of Let It Snow
I scream, trying to jerk away, but I can't; I’m miserably slow, the drug or whatever they gave me before hasn’t quite left my system.
"I’m not doing that!"
Rocco’s grin twists into something mocking, sharp with superiority.
"I knew you’d refuse." He flicks his hand toward the screen. "So what then? You want me to pass this experience on to him?"
The taller guard grabs Lake’s waistband, yanking his pants down from his hips.
"No!" I scream so loud, but it comes out like a gasp, my voice ripping apart. Whatever’s been pumped into me is debilitating. What the fuck did they drug me with?
Rocco raises his hand, and the men freeze, annoyed.
"Oh? So you’ve changed your mind? Here’s the deal: either he gets fucked, or you do. One or the other."
My eyes sting with tears. Dear Fate, I hate this bastard so much. If I could, I’d make him dust in a blink. But why Lake? Why did it have to be him?
"I choose me," I choke out, my throat tearing.
I look at Lake’s limp body. One of the guards pulls his pants back up while the taller one steps away.
It’s the only choice I can make. Lake has already been raped enough times in the past, I won’t let him live through it again.
Rocco’s hands close around my waist, and I tremble in disgust as he drags me to the edge of the table.
"Oh, Summer, you smell so good, just like a young omega should. I envy your man, getting to fuck that sweet hole every day. But I’ll take the leftovers."
With a knife, he cuts through the rope on my ankles, shoves my shirt up, and grabs the waistband of my pants. He pulls them down in jerks, tearing them off.
A sob rips through my chest. I can protect myself from pain if I want, I can put up layers of air, thick enough that nothing gets through. But the thought of him inside me—it’s the worst nightmare I’ve ever had.
Anzo sometimes fucked me rough with a dildo, and I would use my power to stop the pain. But the act itself was still degrading, shocking, unbearable. And Rocco is not a man who just stops. He has no mercy. He’ll torture me until someone forces him to turn his attention elsewhere, and I don’t know what to do about it without collapsing everything, crushing both our families.
Moon’s prophecy burns in my mind again.
Is this his version of ‘paths leading to happiness’? That thought circles in my head as my pants hit the floor. Liar.
Rocco’s fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me roughly to the edge.
"Don’t be afraid, Summer. Be nice, and everything will go fast. You’ll patch yourself back up later. I believe in you, flower."
He unzips, and I see his erect cock.
I want to vomit. Or scream. Or kill him. Anything. But I can’t move; I feel like I’m sinking. I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him, and my eyes catch something on the screen.
Lake is still lying there, unconscious. But then I notice that both guards near him are no longer facing him. They’re turned sideways, staring at something off-screen. And then, suddenly, they both rush away, disappearing from view. Why?
Then… Rocco shoves my legs apart, and the awareness of what’s about to happen wrecks me.
This is it, right now, it’s starting—
"No!!!"
The scream tears out of me before I even think, instinctively. Louder than before, sharper, finally cutting through whatever drug they pumped into me. I fight it with everything I have, forcing more volume into my voice than I thought I still had.
And then one of the soldiers by the wall shouts,
"Boss! The door!"
