Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“What kind of sick fuck would do this to his brother’s fiancée?” Joey shouts, spittle flying from his mouth as he shakes with rage. “What kind of brother would do that?”
“One who’s really sick of your shit,” Marcus states. “Look, Joey, I love you, but I’m not going to let you ruin this poor girl’s fucking life. She deserves better.” Looking past him at me, he tells me, “He’s been cheating on you the whole time, by the way.”
“You son of a bitch,” Joey says, taking another swing.
Again, Marcus dodges it easily.
“I’ll call the fucking cops,” Joey says furiously. “You tied her up and gagged her. You raped her. She didn’t have a choice!”
Marcus nods, then he steps around his brother and walks over to me.
I feel cold all over, shaky and exposed. But then Marcus brings his strong hand to cup my face like I’m something precious to him, and I feel a burst of warmth. He leans down and tenderly brushes his lips against mine, and even though I’m tied up and helpless, displayed like a whore in front of my fiancé…
His kiss warms me up. Even in front of Joey, I can’t resist kissing him back.
When our lips part, his deep voice rumbles through me. “If Joey calls the cops, are you gonna tell them me and all my brothers raped you tonight, pretty girl?”
I lick my dry lips, my body still feeling languid from his intoxicating kisses, but my heart pounding in my throat.
I can’t argue that’s what he set me up for. I didn’t agree to any of this. He lied to me and told me he was bringing Joey in, then he brought the rest of his family instead. They all took turns violating me, but they didn’t know that’s what they were doing, and I wouldn’t call it… that. It wasn’t what I signed up for, but I did want some of it while it was happening.
Besides, I meant it earlier when I said I didn’t believe Joey would cheat on me, and if he has, then… how can I marry him?
No one forced him to do it.
If what Marcus says is true, the whole reason he came into this bedroom was to get a condom for Joey to use to cheat on me.
I look up into his hypnotic brown eyes as he cradles my chin. I know what he wants me to say, and it also happens to be the truth.
I wouldn’t have sought out what happened to me here tonight, but I did enjoy it. It’s an experience I never would have consented to, but it was… incredible to be used and played with that way.
So, once more, I shake my head.
No. I won’t tell them that. I’ll never tell them that, no matter what Joey says.
Marcus smiles, and his approval makes my heart warm up a little more. “Good girl,” he says, caressing my jaw and giving me a conspiratorial little wink.
My heart flutters and I offer him a small smile back.
I want to be his good girl.
“She’s in shock,” Joey says, shaking his head in disbelief. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s probably traumatized. Her head is full of your fucking deceptions.” Eyes bulging, Joey glares at me. “He fucking raped you, Jessa. He convinced every goddamn man in my family to rape you tonight, and you’re going to defend him?”
“That’s enough,” Marcus says, turning back to face his brother.
“Don’t tell me when enough is enough. She’s my fucking fiancée, not yours.”
“Yeah?” Marcus says, cocking a dark eyebrow in disbelief. “You still want to marry her? Now that you know I’ve had my cock in her more tonight than you probably have this whole fucking month? We all came inside her, too. Is she on birth control? I blew a few loads deep in that perfect pussy. You wanna raise my baby, little brother?”
“You son of a bitch.” Joey swings on him again, but this time Marcus just stands there, allowing the clumsy punch to connect.
“I deserved that one,” Marcus says, rubbing his tight jaw before glaring at his brother. “But you don’t get another. Swing at me again and I’ll swing back. And I won’t fucking miss,” he assures him.
Joey vibrates with rage, breathing hard, his skin so hot he looks like he may combust.
Finally, he turns back to look at me on the bed.
I’m embarrassed by the degrading, disgusted way his gaze rakes over me. It makes me want to cry, so I try to squeeze my thighs together to at least hide some part of me from him, but the dress is riding up too high.
Joey looks at me then, as if seeing me for the first time. His loveless gaze travels down my body, taking in my exposed skin, my ruined dress, my swollen lips, my still-damp pussy. I can see my value dropping in his eyes, lower and lower with every place he looks.