Get out
*Content Warning: Violence of a sexual nature is depicted in this chapter and may be triggering for some readers.*
A shiver ran down my spine, which Ethan confused for arousal. The sick fuck actually thought I could find pleasure in his touch. With the feeling of his bulge between my legs, his hands on my thighs, and his lips on my neck, I steeled my resolve. I had forgotten who the fuck I was. My father may have never loved me, and I had no friend to call my own, but I had one person who loved me. I was loved, even if I didn’t understand why he abandoned me. I had alpha blood flowing through my veins and I had made a promise. I promised to fight Ethan tooth and nail. I lifted my chin and looked Ethan in the eyes.
“You’re mistaken. I’d rather bite off my tongue and drown on my own blood than wait in bed for you like a good little slave,” I spat.
Ethan groaned and chuckled at my response. I moved to kick him in the balls but his hands gripped my thighs and stopped me from connecting. I brought my hand against his face but instead of being angry, there was a rumble in his chest.
“So you’ve chosen to continue fighting me,” Ethan murmured.
He crashed his body against mine, my legs were on both sides of his legs as he held me trapped beneath him. One of his hands wrapped around my throat as the other hand fumbled to free his cock. I wriggled against him determined not to let him get what he wanted. The hand on my throat squeezed tighter as I fought to get free. My movements only made it harder for me to drag air into my lungs. His hard chest pressed against mine as he freed his hardness.
Goddess.
I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could. I clawed at his arms, his chest, and his neck as I did everything I could to get him off of me. Mentally, I cursed myself for letting him get this close to me. Next time, because there was no doubt that there would be a next time, I wouldn’t let him get near me. I wouldn’t let him get close enough.
His free hand came across my face, the slap resounded, and my face jerked to the right. I didn’t even have a moment to collect my thoughts when he slammed into me. I was dry and it felt as if I were being split in two.
Tears blurred my vision but I refused to let them fall in front of this bastard. He groaned and dropped his head to my side just above my own. I turned my head toward him and bit the inside of his arm. He cursed but I didn’t let go. I bit until I ripped a chunk of his skin off. Blood filled my mouth and dripped down the side of my face.
Ethan released my neck and this time he didn’t slap me, he punched me. Stars danced across my vision as he punched me again. My ears were ringing as he pulled out of me and slammed into me again. I cried out as I tried to slide up away from him. Ethan pulled himself up. He hovered over me with one hand on the bed and the other came down on my mouth. His fingers gripped both sides of my mouth so hard I couldn’t close my mouth.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Adealine. Luckily for you, I’m a benevolent mate. With a firm hand and the patience of a monk, I’ll fuck you into submission,” Ethan growled.
He pulled out of me and slammed into me hard, over and over again. I was forced to take him as he mercilessly drove into me. He shivered and groaned as he chased his orgasm. I scratched at his arms and ripped at his fingers but he didn’t budge. I tried to jerk my head free from his grasp but he held me still.
“No. You’ll look at me. You’ll stare at me as I take you. You’ll watch me as I give you what only I can give you. I won’t allow you to look away and see who you want to see here with you in this bed. I’m the one who is on top of you, I’m the one who is inside of you, and I’m the one who is going to come in you. I’m the one who will father your children. So you can lay there and look up at me. Watch what I do to you,” Ethan grunted.
The more I struggled to get away the stronger his grip was. The more I tried to wriggle away from him the harder he fucked me. The tears betrayed me and streamed down my face. His eyes locked on them as they slid over and down his fingers. He groaned and his hips jerked against me. He slammed into me once more and stilled. A sob escaped through my forced-open lips.
“I love when you cry for me,” Ethan moaned as he came. “Adea, oh fuck, Adea.”
I hated my name on his lips. I hated him calling me what only he was allowed to call me. I hated that he’d not only touched me but touched a place that only belonged to him. He’d found both nicknames that were only meant for him. I was disgusted as he filled me. I plead to the Goddess for her help. It was like a mantra and I knew it would be something I would have to pray for often.
Please.
Please don’t let it happen.
Please don’t give me a child.
Please don’t let him win.
Please don’t give him what he wants.
Please.
Please.
Please, please, please.
I needed to do something, anything. I needed to find a way to stop myself from getting pregnant. I didn’t know anyone here but the servants from earlier came to mind. If I could get close to one of them I might be able to get their help. I would do anything if it meant I could stop it from happening. Ethan released my face from his vice grip and slumped on top of me. I clawed at him and didn’t stop. I punched, scratched, and flailed beneath him until he cursed. He rolled off of me and sat up. My nails dug deep as I swiped at his back.
“Get out. If you fall asleep I’ll slit your throat,” I promised.
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