Page 75 of The Rivals' Touch

“I shouldn’t deny you.”

“Good girl!” He slides my panties down my thighs, but I whirl around and scratch his stubbly cheek. I’m not Daddy’s little girl anymore. I’m so fucking sick of being touched against my will! I fight back. I know I shouldn’t do it because it turns him on and lets him assert his power over me, but I can’t let him have his way without resisting.

“I hate you!” I hiss, striking him again, but he grabs my wrist and twists it until I feel like it might snap.

“You ungrateful little bitch!”

I gasp in pain, and he grins maliciously and herds me over to the pristinely made bed.

Just then, there’s a knock on the door.

“Remi?” Bennett’s voice.

“Cover yourself up!” my dad orders, looking at me in disgust as he walks over to the door and unlocks it.

“What happened to your face?” Bennett asks my father when he steps into the room.

My father waves him off. “Father and daughter dispute.”

Bennett gives me a questioning look but doesn’t comment.

“I’ll see you downstairs in a minute.” The door clicks shut as my father leaves the room.

“You shouldn’t fight with your dad,” Bennett says disapprovingly when I tear my gaze away from the door.

“What?” I must have heard him wrong.

He crowds me against the bed. “Your father works hard to keep your lifestyle intact. You should show him some gratitude instead of this bratty attitude.”

My mouth opens and closes. Bennett has never talked to me like this before. “What the fuck do you know about my relationship with my father?”

“I know enough.”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING!” I scream. Then press a palm over my mouth. It’s the first time I’ve ever shouted at him.

Bennett frowns. “What the fuck is up with you? This isn’t the Remi I know.”

My eyebrows hit my hairline. I push past him and walk over to the vanity table. “Maybe you never knew me then?”

He steps up behind me, placing a kiss on my bare shoulder. “Don’t be like that, baby.”

I grind my jaw, watching him in the mirror while he slides a necklace out of the back pocket of his jeans and attaches it around my neck. It’s the dog tag Jacob and Zayd gifted me. Bennett’s lips are hot on my ear as the blood drains from my face. “Did you enjoy his dick?”

I’m speechless, and my voice is lost in the whirlpool of panic sweeping through me.

“Did he fuck you against this vanity table? I know how partial you are to being taken from behind.”

I spin around and smack his face. “I’ve never fucked Zayd!”

He laughs, clutching his burning cheek. His blonde hair is an unruly mess. “It doesn’t matter!”

I’m confused. “What doesn’t?”

“What do you think?” he growls, putting his hands on either side of me on the desk. “That you fucked him.”

I search his face. There’s a coldness in his eyes I’m unfamiliar with, as if the mask has slipped and the truth is staring back at me. It sends chills down my spine. I’ve never seen this side of Bennett before, and it reminds me too much of my father. “I don’t understand?”

He toys with a strand of my hair, twirling it between his fingers. “I thought you were smart, Remi.”

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