Page 116 of Resistant

I scream and kick out at his face. He dodges my kick easily and now I’m swinging from the rafters. His knife blade is pressed to my collar bone, and he slices down my shirt. I feel the soft sting of the blade nick my skin every time I swing towards him.

Once I’m naked he wraps my legs around his hips and slides in. I feel sick, mortified that I’m turned on by this.

“You see baby, Knox is still in your head. I figure, I’m going to have to reach you where you are and pull you out. I’m your villain now. I’m not leaving. I’m not giving up. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine. I’m going to fuck him out of you. Do you hear me, Brynn?”

He slowly pulls out and pushes in and the pleasure is agony.

“And the only way to do that is to join you in your madness. So, here I am. You are fucking drenched baby girl, so aroused for me and my blade.”

He flicks the blade down my collar bone and his tongue licks behind the sting. He shivers, the taste of my blood igniting something savage and his cock throbs inside me. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his cock.

His fingers tighten around my ass and he groans, his head thrown back. He pinches my cheeks so that my mostly healed welts rub together and I cry out at the discomfort.

“I can be a sick motherfucker too. But I’m your sick motherfucker, Princess.”

I hiccup and sob. Panic is taking over. I don’t want this. I don’t want Declan to spiral down with me.

He stares up at me, and doesn’t break eye contact as he licks the bloody welts on my breasts. The growly rumble in his chest is back. He picks me up, giving himself slack on the rope and slides me back over to the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you harder than I ever have before princess. This is going to hurt. You are going to be bruised, I’m going to mark you. And you are going to come so hard for me.”

He isn’t lying. I can feel my skin tear on the wood behind me, splinters entering my shoulders. I cry out from the pain and he’s moving inside me again. He’s so impossibly deep and the pain is morphing to pleasure. Pins and needles prick under the skin on my arms. My shoulders are beginning to ache, and my eyesight and hearing go fuzzy.

But I can feel, and fuck do I feel everything he’s doing to my body. His fingers pump in and out of my ass, he bites my nipple and I scream, all while he continues to punish my pussy with his cock. I’m on overload with all the sensations. I drop my head back to break eye contact.

“Fuck no, Brynn. You don’t get to check out. This is me, right here claiming you as mine with every bit of brutality you’ve silently demanded from me.”

Righteous anger blooms in my chest.

“You fucking left me! I hate you! You left me there with that psycho. I can’t forgive you for that!

I sob again, and he grasps my chin forcing me to look into his blue eyes. He’s so angry.

“Princess, you need to tell me what happened in Louisiana. You have to let it go.”

A scream rips from my throat. Fury races through me and I kick his back as hard as I can. Declan doesn’t move an inch under my assault. He doesn’t flinch. His eyes are unwavering, unaffected by my outburst.

“I’ll wait for long as it takes Princess.”

My body shakes uncontrollably. The emotional onslaught is more than I can burden myself with. I’m too raw. My chin aches from his bruising fingertips holding my gaze to his. His jaw flexes with determination and his eyes cloud over with something resembling despair.

I cannot allow this. I cannot damage him further with my trauma. As much as I want to leave it tucked into pandora’s box and live in a haze of my own making, watching Declan succumb is more than I can take.

I watch in horror as Declan scrapes the blade of the knife over his own neck.

“I hurt when you hurt Princess, you can’t stop it. You can resist the sickness, Knox, the whole fucking world. I don’t give a fuck. But I will never let you resist me. Separation, it won’t change anything. So, unless you want us both to live in your agonizing mental state, you’ll have to come clean. Give it to me Princess, I can take it.”

Tears flow down my face in rivers. The salty wetness seeps into my mouth. I lick my lip, and Declan rubs his thumb gently over my mouth.

“Sometimes, I liked it. I liked it when Knox fucked me. He made me come over and over again. I was his fuck toy, and I loved it. I yearned for him Declan. I wanted him close to me. He kept the shadows away, Declan. I’m afraid of the shadows and they are everywhere now. I belong to him now, Knox and his shadows.”

Savagery sweeps over Declan’s face. Even at his most angry, I’ve never seen him like this. A sick thrill pumps through me. Adrenaline rushes through me, and I feel devastatingly powerful. I fucking have his attention now. Non Brynn is fucking leaping for joy inside my head.

My stomach drops out in terror as I realize I’ve just pushed him too far, and this is it. It’s the end for us. His jaw tenses before he gets a hold of his emotions, and his expression transforms to steely resolve.

“Do you want him now, Brynn? Even now, when you are with me, safe?”

“No. But I would go back to keep you safe. I would go back if you couldn’t love me anymore.” My breath burns out of my throat.

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