I reach out and grab the empty shot glass I set down and fill it again. By the time I toss it back, his hand is between my legs. I throw the glass to the floor and hear it break. Lifting the bottle, I take a swig when he pulls my underwear to the side.
Tears sting my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. I will not let Sin hurt me. I will not give him that kind of power. He made his choice, and it wasn’t me.
Taking another drink, his finger slips inside my pussy and I whimper. Guilt tightening my chest.Why?He was cheating on me. Fucking someone else. Then came home to the house he said he bought for us.
After he was finished making me come on the formal dining room table that day, we signed papers. He had everything there and ready for us to make it our home. It took hours to go through, to finalize, but it’s ours.
So why do I feel guilty? He’s the one living two lives.
“You’re so wet.” Marcus pulls his finger out and pushes it back in.
“I … I don’t think—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He slaps my ass, and a cry leaves my numbing lips.
My hands grip the vodka bottle tighter, and I close my eyes. I hate that I want Sin right now. That my body can feel the difference. He’s been getting me off for two years. He knows it better than I know myself.
Thoughts of him and Amelia enter my mind and I bite my tongue to keep a sob in. I imagine him and her in our bed. Her tied there while he gives her what I want.
Marcus pulls his finger out and then his hands run up my back, he grips my hair at the scalp. Pulling me to stand, he spins me around. His free hand grips my chin painfully, his face in front of mine.
I stare into his green eyes, and he smiles at the tears in mine. “Crying already, baby?”
I flinch at the pet name.
“I haven’t even started yet.” Then he presses his lips to mine.
I don’t kiss him back and his tongue shoves its way between my lips. He tastes like cheap beer. My arms stay at my sides while he holds me in place by my face and hair. I’m numb, my heart shattered. I’ve never known pain like this. It’s as if someone has stabbed me and I’m bleeding to death. I can feel my life slipping away. I pray the alcohol takes it all away soon.
When he pulls back, I’m sucking in a deep breath. He spins me around, shoves me over the counter, and kicks my legs open with his shoes.
“I hope you like it rough.” Letting go of my hair, he brings my hands behind my back, and before I realize what he’s doing, I feel handcuffs tighten on my wrists.
I kick my legs out and go to scream but he lays his body on top of mine, pinning me down onto the counter, his body weight taking my air away. “Because we’re going to fucking use this body as it was intended for.”
We’re?“We?” I manage to rush out as fear grips my chest.
His weight is lifted from my back and he grips my hair, yanking me to stand. “What do you think?”
I frown, confused by the question, but he spins me around and my legs threaten to buckle at what I see.
Sin leans against the entrance to the kitchen. Arms crossed over his chest and eyes on mine. My heart is in my throat. The blood rushing in my ears is all I hear.
He pushes off and takes a step toward us. I go to run but Marcus wraps an arm around my neck, tight enough that I can’t breathe.
Sin comes to stand before me. His hand runs down my breasts over my shirt, and I fight the hold Marcus has on me.
Reaching into his pocket, Sin pulls out his pocketknife. He pops it open and slices down my shirt. My chest heaves when his fingers lightly run over my ribs and pull down my skirt. It falls to the floor.
When his cold eyes meet mine, he finally answers, “She’ll do.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
SIN
MARCUS LAUGHS AT my answer while she stares at me wide-eyed. She is going to hate me when I’m done with her, but I don’t give a fuck.
My skin is on fire, my pulse racing. She let him touch her. Finger her. Put her in handcuffs, for fuck’s sake. Forget the fact that she belongs to me. The things Marcus and his friend could have done to her are endless.