Page 69 of Shattered Legacy (Gravestone Elite 1)

He might be happy to talk about his lack of action and desperation, but this isn't his MO.

Fucker is strung out on something, I'd put money on it.

Ignoring whatever the fuck he's doing behind me, I keep my eyes trained on Cade and fight not to look at where his hand has disappeared up my girl's dress.

His smirk continues to play on his lips as his previous words repeat over and over in my head. "You do want your prize, don’t you?”

No, I really fucking don't, but I have little choice while I'm tied up here like a fucking animal and at their mercy.

My breath catches when he lifts Mia and places her on his lap, her back to his front.

She gasps. "What are you doing?"

"Giving Easton his reward and reminding him of who’s in charge here."

She fights him, trying to get away, but his hold on her is too strong, and after a few moments she has no choice but to give in.

With his arm clamped around her waist, pinning one of her arms down in the process, he hooks his feet around the insides of her legs and spreads them wide.

I don't look down, refusing to play his game.

My pulse picks up and my body temperature soars as anger like I've never felt before surges through me.

I thrash against my bindings, the chair rattling beneath me, but it's no use. All I achieve is for the ties to cut deeper into my skin.

My eyes narrow on his as delight covers his face.

He's a sick motherfucker.

Marcus is right. He needs taking down.

I just fucking wish I wasn't the one who had to do it, and that Mia wasn't part of this twisted game.

She's too pure, too innocent.

"No," she cries when his fingers start trailing up the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh, over my brands. "No, Cade. Please. Don't do this."

He growls something in her ear that's too low for me to make out, but his movements don't even falter.

I'm pretty sure nothing could stop him right now.

"No, please," she whimpers again, thrashing her body about as much as she can, but it's futile. All he's doing is holding her tighter and probably hurting her in the process.

The second he cups her pussy over the fabric of her panties, I pull at my restraints so hard I feel the thin plastic slice my skin, and a few moments later, the wetness of my blood drips from my fingertips.

"Leave her out of this," I bark, kicking myself that I'm reacting.

Maybe I should have just accepted my fate with the girl.

Anything would have been less painful than this.

But then I think about him forcing her to watch as I fucked someone else and bile burns up my throat.

No, I can't do that to her.

"She's mine to do with as I wish." His voice is low and menacing as he pushes the lace aside, giving me a prime view of what I know is hiding beneath.

My cock hardens at the thought of her pussy, of how sweet she tasted. I want to smile, I want to tell him that he's too damn late and that I got her first, but I can't. I have no idea how that would end for her.

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