Page 63 of Sacrifice (Corrupt Empire 2)

“I want what’s owed to me.”

What’s owed to him? What the fuck does that mean?

I must’ve looked confused because he continued.

“You were promised to me. I intend to make you suffer for telling your father you wouldn’t have me.”

I swallowed, my skin suddenly clammy. My pulse skittered as the fear took hold. I was alone with Tristan and he was fucking crazy. I wasn’t promised to him. I owed him nothing.

“Get off me.”

I put my hands up, shoving him away from me, but he didn’t budge. He took both my hands and pinned them down on the counter behind me. I struggled in his grip. He’d wedged me against the counter, his body flush with mine and a knee in between my legs so I couldn’t even kick him in the balls if I wanted to.

“Now, I expected you to fight back, but you’ll soon learn that’s useless. I’ll take what I want from you whether you like it or not.”

“Get the fuck off me, Tristan.”

He leant down, running his nose up my neck. It made my skin crawl.

“Mmm, your fear smells so sweet.”

“Stop it, let me go.”

I struggled again, but it was completely useless. I wasn’t strong enough to fight him off or get out of his grasp. Panic set in. Was Tristan going to rape me in the bathroom of my own office? The thought of it made my limbs lock up. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

No, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening.

His lips trailed up my neck, replacing his nose. I swallowed, trying to breathe air into my lungs. My body prickled all over and not in a good way. I felt sick to my stomach, nausea coiling around me like a vice.

“Stop it, please. I don’t want this.”

“I don’t care,” he whispered against my skin.

I shuddered, feeling trapped and claustrophobic with him pressed up against me. And I could feel his semi pressing into my thigh. This was the complete opposite of what my boyfriend made me feel when he restrained me.

Aiden.

My heart shattered. I couldn’t stand the thought of what this would do to him, but I knew for a fact, Tristan wouldn’t survive long. His words rang in my ears.

“If anyone else tries to put their dick in you, I will put a bullet in their head.”

And Aiden really would. He’d fuck Tristan up beyond recognition and then put him down like a dog just for putting hands on me. It should terrify me. The knowledge that my boyfriend was a killer should send me running for the hills. It didn’t. I loved Aiden. Faults and all. I loved that man with every breath I took. The force of my emotions overwhelmed me.

“You don’t want to do this. Please, just let me go.”

Tristan ignored me. He shoved both my hands behind me and pinned them down with one hand. The other curled around my neck. He stared down at me, his intent clear on his face. He was going to hurt me.

“Oh, I think you’ll find I do. I’ve waited a long time to have my hands on you. Your disappearing act did you no favours. Poor little Avery Daniels with her murdered parents and her sad pathetic cry for help.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed, feeling his fingers tighten around my throat.

He leant closer to me, his mouth brushing over my jaw.

“No, Avery. I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered.

I snapped. I bucked against him wildly, trying to dislodge him. His grip on me tightened further, but I didn’t let up. I screamed. His hand left my throat and clamped around my mouth, sealing away my voice.

“Shut the fuck up you little bitch.”

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