What the hell is going on right now?
I try to sit up, but the world spins.
My heart races in my chest and I can’t think straight, despite a thousand things racing through my mind. I try to suck in a breath, but it's like my body won’t work right.
“Where are you going? This is our time.” He pushes me against the lounger before he starts kissing my neck. My blood turns to ice in my veins as I try to push my hands against his chest but my arms are like jelly.
What is happening to me? Why can’t I move properly?
Fuck.
My skin feels like I’m rolling on a bed of needles, the pricking so bad it steals most of my attention.
I try to push him off, to tell him no as tears slip down my face. “You like that, baby? I knew you wanted me.”
My eyes flutter closed, and when the world focuses again, my tank top is gone, and I don’t know how. His lips move down my chest, and I scream out in my mind. No noise comes out of my mouth as he pulls the cups of my bra down, exposing me, before his tongue licks one nipple and then he sucks on the other.
I’m going to be sick.
I manage to lift my hands and place them on his chest as he lowers himself on top of me. “That’s it, baby, fight me. I love it when they fight.”
This can not be happening to me right now.
“No,” I manage to murmur, but it seems to excite him, even as more tears slip down my cheeks.
His hand plunges into my jeans, and I manage a garbled scream as his fingers brush against my lace-covered pussy.
Please God, no.
“You motherfucker!” I hear Lincoln’s voice in the seconds before Raleigh’s body is ripped away from me. Indi’s face appears in front of mine, and the sound of flesh against flesh fills the quiet space around us.
“V, are you okay?” Indi asks, tears running down her own face. She looks more angry than anything. She helps me sit up and grabs my tank top from the ground by my feet, helping me back into it so I’m no longer exposed. I look up and watch as Lincoln rains blow after blow down on Raleigh as a sob rips out of me.
I can’t say anything as I rock in her arms.
“Ellis called Lincoln for me as soon as I saw you. They were already here. I didn’t know what else to do. Let’s get you out of here,” she says, trying to help me stand, but my legs won’t work. I can barely keep myself sitting up. Everything just feels wrong.
“Lincoln!” she yells, but he’s lost to his rage. Seconds later, Finley and Maverick appear. Mav glances over at us, and then nods at Finley before heading straight for Lincoln, each of them practically vibrating with rage. Finley comes straight over to us, a sense of calm visibly washing over him despite his rage moments ago, and I swear I want to cry all over again.
I feel so fucking dirty.
I can still feel him on me.
God, I want to vomit.
“I got you,” Finley murmurs quietly, lifting me into his arms like a rag doll. I hate being so compromised, but I know that while they’re here, nothing else will happen to me. Even after everything we’ve been through, I know they’d never try to hurt me like that. Try to rape me.
I start to cry again just thinking about it.
Lincoln and Maverick appear before us, and Lincoln looks fucking feral as he growls at Finley. “Give her to me.”
“Have you got yourself under control?” Finley asks him, and he nods once.
“Good, now I can show him what happens when he touches things that aren’t his,” Finley says quietly as he hands me over to Lincoln.
Maverick smiles softly down at me as he runs a finger down my face. “Don’t worry, princess. You won’t need to worry about him ever again.”
I close my eyes at his touch, and Lincoln adjusts me on his chest so my face is tucked into his neck. “I’m going to get her home. Call me if you need any help with him.”