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Just like that, I know he has manipulated the situation to best suit his needs. He has betrayed me and his oath. Really, what did I expect? That he would protect me out of some long-uttered promise to my brother, or perhaps due to a connection we had as children? He’s a traitor, and he has just revealed his true colors.

Chapter 27

The Forsaker

Zeke

“NO!Youwilldono such thing. She is mine. My Sacred fucking Wife, or she will be within the next twenty-four hours. No one will be taking her from me. You want to keep her safe? She has to become a Rothesay immediately.”

Fuck, the minute the words leave my lips, I feel Dinah try to pull away from me. I glare down at her, refusing to release her and tightening my crushing hold. I let her see the perilous truth in my eyes.I will never let her go, not now, not ever.

This is the only way to ensure her safety, and shield her from the Brotherhood’s clutches, and her own vengeful desires. No one, not my father, not this psychotic Order, and especially not the fucker currently drilling holes into my head with his venomous glare, will ever take her from me or Abraham again.You lose, motherfucker.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ezekiel. She is still in mourning. It would be highly improper for you to marry her in this state. You’re simply in shock after everything that has happened. A good night’s sleep will bring clarity to your thoughts,” my father scoffs, as if my words were those of a child asking for the impossible.

“Proper or not,” I retort with fierce determination, “you will secure immediate dispensation for our marriage. A clergyman will be in our home by morning, and I will marry Dinah Camrose. She is mine, and I don’t require anyone’s permission, not even yours.” I let my father see the unyielding resolve in my eyes, a warning of the consequences he’ll face if he tries to stop me.

“Ezekiel!” Both my father’s and Dinah’s voices cry out, but I pay them no heed. This will be done; I will have my Snow.

“If you do not comply, Father, I shall fuck her without delay, tarnishing her reputation in the eyes of the Order. She will descend into the status of a fallen woman, cast aside and deemed utterly worthless, indistinguishable from the lowest of dirty whores. The Camrose fortune and its power shall forever elude your desperate, greedy grasp.”

The words ooze from my lips, dripping with venom, and I observe the discomfort that coils within my father, as he struggles to swallow the lump lodged in his throat. Oh yes, I’ve always been privy to the knowledge of her wealth – that immense fortune she now inherits as the sole heir of her family line, now that she has no living male relatives, none other than the Holy Father himself.

It’s astonishing, isn’t it? Her brother was in perfect health a mere few months ago and at the ripe age to marry and reproduce, further securing the Camrose lineage. Now, he lies six feet below the earth, and she’s alone and ripe for the taking.

Dinah Camrose is one of the wealthiest people on the planet, ranking only second to the Holy Father. My own wretched father, consumed by an insatiable greed for her riches and influence, faces an agonizing truth. According to the unforgiving dictates of the Brotherhood laws, only a male blood relation can lay claim to her wealth. With none remaining among the living, other than the Holy Father, the key to that treasure chest now hinges upon a union of matrimony.

What a cruel twist of fate that my scheming father is already bound in unhappy matrimony with my mother. The only other viable option would be me, but only if he possessed the power to manipulate and control me. Which he can’t, but he doesn’t realize that yet. Hope still glimmers in his eyes that I might someday fulfill my duty to the Rothesay lineage, and the Brotherhood, to become the son he has ceaselessly striven to mold: unwaveringly loyal, obedient, and insatiably hungry for power. A mirror image of himself is what he fucking craves.

What a shame that my only duty is to myself and Abraham, perhaps to Dinah. Although, that is still to be determined on whether Abe lives or not.

“Son! Please see reason; let’s not be hasty here,” my father tries with his negotiating tone of voice, but there is no negotiating here. I will have her; she is all mine. She will have to marry me. Whether she agrees is irrelevant because now, I’ll never let the little psychotic bitch go, and I currently hold all the cards.

“What? NO!” Dinah tries harder to pull away from me. For a moment, I actually think she’s going to slap me as she tries frantically to claw at my arms, as they hold her in my embrace. I tighten my fingers until they are bruising her skin and let her see the restraint I’m using, to stop myself from slapping her and pushing her up against a wall and fucking her here and now, regardless of who would witness it.I might even enjoy it.

“You are mine, Dinah Camrose. Given to me by the grace of God. By your father and your brother. By the fucking Brotherhood who keeps God’s order. You will marry me without complaint, without hesitation, or I’ll take what I want from you and throw you into a hole in the ground where no one will ever find you.” I shake her hard until her teeth clack together and her frightened blue-gray eyes meet mine.

Yes, that right there is what I want: the look of terror on her pretty face. She knows that I am not just making idle threats. I will follow through with every one of them, and no one will stop me. I could push her up against the wall right now and slam my hardening cock into her pretty cunt, and not even my father would stop me. She has no power here. I can take from her all that I want, even her very fucking life.

Her guard will die without the slightest hesitation if he tries to make any move to prevent me from carrying out my threats. He’s acutely aware of this truth, which explains his silent fury rather than any reckless attempt to shatter my defiance. A sly smirk graces my lips, a dare in itself, openly provoking him to take action.

“Don’t do this!” She begs. Her voice catches in her throat as a tear slithers down from the corner of her eye, like a diamond over the canvas of her alabaster and bloody skin. Skin I long to mar with my touch, ensuring that all who gaze at her will observe her ownership. Such a pretty little whore she is when she cries. I can’t wait to witness her down on her knees with my cock shoved in her tight throat and her air trapped in her lungs, as I take from her all that I want, all that I’m due.

“Let us get her back to the capital. It is no longer safe here for any of us.” My father pivots to confront Sammy, who is visibly struggling to conceal his anger. His efforts at composure are less effective than they should be, prompting my father to arch an eyebrow in his direction. “Prepare whatever essentials your ward may require. She won’t be returning to this house ever again. You shall accompany her to the capital, where we shall deliberate upon your future.”

His words are a veiled threat. I wonder if Sammy is smart enough to decipher them without comment? The instant I lock eyes with Sammy, the truth becomes painfully clear. He is indeed furious, and I glimpse the harbinger of my demise within the unfathomable depths of his dark blue gaze.

Those eyes, the eyes of a predator, silently vow to deliver torment in retribution for my recent actions. I make no effort to conceal my lack of remorse, letting him bear witness to my unyielding resolve. I welcome any challenge he might pose. In the battle for Dinah, I’m prepared to fight tooth and nail, even if it means facing my own demise. In the end, he shall know the bitter taste of fucking defeat.

“I fucking hate you. I will see you dead, you fucking bastard.” Dinah leans into my frame and whispers the words so only I can hear them. She digs her nails deeply into the skin of my arms until they break the surface, and droplets of blood flow down my skin. “I’m going to ensure there isn’t a drop of blood left in your body when I’m done with you, Zeke.”

Her threats have the opposite effect on me than she planned. Instead of causing me any fear or unease, they make me hard. Harder than I’ve ever been, and I let her feel the proof of it when I force her hand down to my straining cock, trapped behind the fabric of my pants and desperate to be inside of all her holes.

“Stop turning me on with your words, Snow, unless you want me to fuck you right here in front of everyone.” A mischievous grin graces my lips, and I see further anger across her own. My Snow is a volcano waiting to explode with violence. Fuck, I wish everyone would disappear so I could watch her erupt. I know that her fire will burn both of us alive. How sweet the sound of our combined agony will be.

“I will kill you,” she seethes between clenched teeth as she forcefully pulls her hand away from me, and I allow her to withdraw.

“You can try, princess. In fact, I welcome all your attempts.” I grab a fistful of her hair, holding her in place as a sharp cry leaves her lips, and before she can utter one more hateful word, I slam my mouth down on hers in a bruising kiss filled with ravenous hunger, rage, and the need to dominate what is mine.

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