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I make it to the door.

I grab the handle.

But he slams his body into me, my front pressed against the door as his hardness hits me from behind.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please, what? Please, fuck you?” Lennox growls.

I beat my fists against the door. “Help! Someone, please!”

“I like it when you beg,” he cackles.

Then I hear the rip of my dress from behind, and I know I’m completely exposed. He could be inside of me within seconds.

Instead, I feel him crash his body against me again. I can feel his hardness in his pants against the back of my panties.

His hand twists into my hair, gabbing it as he moans against my neck.

“Please,” I whisper.

His hand slaps against my ass hard enough that tears sting my cheeks. I can’t keep them in as I sob against the door.

And then my panties are on the floor as his hand slaps my bare ass. I can’t help but yelp.

I’m limp as he drags me back to the bed by my hair. His body quickly covers mine as the bed creaks loudly under our combined weight.

He growls like I’ve never heard a man growl. Low and deep, shaking all the walls.

I tremble beneath him, scared of just how much he’s going to tear me apart.

I hear a rip.

Then I watch as Lennox takes out a knife.

My eyes widen, and I go deadly still.

He slices into his own chest, just above his heart—where a Retribution King tattoo sits. Blood spills out as if he’s denouncing his family and claiming a new one.

He tears a sheet in his hands, and the next thing I know, he’s reached between my legs, smearing the sheet between them and coating them with my wetness.

I hiss as he does, a last act of defiance. He’s so cruel to take any natural lubricant that could possibly make this enjoyable for me.

But then his hand is gone. I see him use the same sheet to clean up the blood from his chest.

He’s off the bed.

Putting his shirt and jacket back on.

Slipping into his shoes.

Tie around his neck.

Sheet in hand—bloodied, sweaty, and stained with my wetness.

And then Lennox walks out of the room without a word to me.

“Here’s your proof,” I hear him growl. “Now leave me and mywifethe fuck alone.”


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