Chapter 173
April POV
Roland leans over me, his nose dragging along my neck, I thrash and call him names, not that he can hear them through the tape, but he laughs like this is amusing, like he finds it funny.
“You stink of him, you know.” His words are cruel, and I stare at him. “His magic it’s vile, it ruins your scent.”
This my knee, trying to hit him, but he just adjusts and slams it down, and
“Your parents knew, April.” His words have my freeze and panic, no, there is no
stopped me, they would have stopped us.
way
could have known, no way. Had they known they would have
“Awe, look at you, shaking your head, so sure that I’m wrong, that this evil rogue is lying.” He grips my chin so that I’m forced to face him. “They knew, hell they knew you snuck off to meet him, where they don’t know, but this-” his finger strokes down my mark, and it flares hotter than before.“—was their goal, he claims you, and then we take it away and cause him pain. He’s going to rush to your fathers pack to save you, and then die.”
No! I cry harder. Eryx, they can’t do this to Eryx, it’s not right.
Gripping my chin, he rips the tape off my mouth and slams his lips onto mine, I scream and thrash, but he doesn’t hesitate, his hands pull and rip the dress off my body in one easy motion.
“Let’s fuck his scent out of you little wolf, and don’t worry, I’ll bite over his claim mark as well, then you won’t have anything left of him.” He kisses me again, and I bite at him, trying to spit in his face.
I’m still screaming when he pulls back, his mouth is slick with my spit and his laughter fills the car. His fingers curl into my hair, and drags my head back until my throat is exposed, vulnerable and shaking with every sob that I can’t swallow.
“Go ahead. Scream louder. Let him hear you from wherever he’s hiding.” Roland’s voice is a snarl now, no longer amused, no longer taunting. He’s furious. And worse, he’s determined.
He leans closer, and I try to bite him, but the moment he gets too close, I twist, snapping at him, but the angle is wrong. My arms are still behind me, wrists burning from the restraints. He only chuckles, low and cruel like he thinks this is funny. I scramble back and sit up, and he shoves my face into the window.
“Stop fighting. You’re not getting out of this.” His voice is quiet, so quiet that it almost feels worse than him yelling. It’s like he’s settled into something darker and colder that I can’t fight.
His fingers trail down my spin, his nails biting into the skin until I feel it split and the heat floods what’s left of my clothing off, until I’m entirely naked and pressed against the cold car.
sup my
back from the blood. He doesn’t stop, he rips
I twist again, it’s useless, I can’t stop trying, he pushes me down, and lowers himself against me, forcing my knees apart with his own. I feel the heavy drag of his belt loosening against my body, he’s going to do it, he’s actually going to. I thrash harder.
“You want to scratch me?“His voice is like smoke, curling around the car. “Fine. Let’s make it more fun.”
I don’t understand his words, until I feel his hands at my wrists, and he unfastens the restraints. They fall away from my wrists and the seconds I’m free! wait for him to move back, only he doesn’t.
“Go ahead,” he whispers, dragging my wrists forward, forcing me to wrap them around his neck as he pins me harder against the seat, “Fight me.”
I do. My nails rake down his shoulders, his arms, I claw whever I can reach, and his skin breaks under my fingertips. I fight him like my entire life depends on it, because it does right now. I bite him when he leans in closer. I scratch him until there is blood in iny nails and on my palms, only he doesn’t stop be shoves against my harder, his hands bruising around my hips.
“Pathetic,” He snarls into my ear, and I feel the blunt pres sof him. It’s sudden and vicious, as he shoves between my thighs I scream again, louder and i raw. My throat burns as I claw at him harder and more desperate to stop it, but it’s too late. He’s stronger, heavier and already inside of me. He let my wrists free to give me false hope that I could escape.
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Every inch of him feels like fire, punishment and hate. He pushes deeper, grinding against me until I can’t think or breath, until my screams fade to broken gasps that no longer sound human.
“This is for him. Every thrust, every second. This is for your precious Eryx.”
I sob harder, and my body won’t stop shaking and I still try to escape, I still push against him, and shove at him with everything I have laugh. All it gets me
is his laughter, hot and fagged against my throat as he moves faster and rougher, slamming me into the seat with every thrust.
“Tell me it hurts,” he growls. “Tell me.”
“I hate you,” I choke out, the words turning into sobs.
“Good.”
He bites my neck, near the mark, close enough that pain radiates down my spine. His teeth tear the skin and I feel it, the blood welling up, warm and thick, as it slides down my neck, and chest and between my breasts. It keeps running down my body until it meets where his hips crash into mine again and again.
My arms shake and my wrists ache. I don’t stop trying to fight though.
He shifts, with a brutal jerk, he pulls free of me. For a moment, I breath thinking it’s over and sag against the seat. My body trembles, and as much as I try to kick out at him, my legs won’t won’t work.
“Turn around,” he orders.
I don’t move. I can’t.
“Turn around, April.”
Shaking my head, I refuse and he grabs my hair and wrenches me until I’m staring at him through blurred eyes. Blood coats his chest, arms, and mine. Most of it is mine, from how badly he bit me. Some of it is his.
“If you don’t turn yourself over,” he says softly, “I’ll carve that mark from your neck and make you watch.”
The threat breaks me, because I don’t know if I can survive it, I can’t lose that pierce of Eryx and maybe if I do what he says he will leave the mark? I turn, my sticks to the seat, sweat making every movement agony. I brace my hands on the backrest, knuckles white, arms shaking, body open and exposed as
Roland kneels behind me.
“There’s the good little wolf.”
I close my eyes, but it doesn’t help. I feel everything, the way his fingers scrape down my spine, the taunt in his breath as his pushes against me again, this time harder than before. He doesn’t pause this time. He drives into me without mercy, his hands gripping my hips like iron as he forces me to take every brutal thrust.
My mouth opens to scream but only sobs come out.
His mouth finds my neck again and I tense as his thrusts become harder. His teeth position over it, and I struggle to escape again but his chest presses against my back holding me to the seat. I feel it, the way his teeth sink in, and the last broken piece of my whispers Eryx’s name in silent.
I feel it. Every inch of it.
It burns. It’s not the bite itself that hurts, but it’s like my veins have turned to acid. Like it’s pouring through me and removing the band I have to Exy
‘I scream, broken and raw, feeling it burn from me. I don’t care that Roland is behind me laughing, or that my body is locked up and convulsing, helpless against him. I don’t even care that the sound of my agony seems to fuel him. I can’t stop the screams, I can’t hold them back as it’s burning me alive
I can feel his claim breaking through Cryx’s and taking hold. The deeper his teeth sink, the holder he holds it, the more Eryx’s claim burns out of me sit connection to Eryx snaps over and over until it’s gone.
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I scream harder, thrashing now, but it’s too late.
My body stops recognizing me.
Rolands claim doesn’t just replace Eryx’s it consumes it, and tears it from me. It destroys everything.
I can’t breathe.
He still doesn’t stop, like it’s not enough. His teeth stay in place, his body moving behind me, every brutal thrust after another like a reminder of who now owns me. I want to pass out, I beg for my body to pass out. For unconsciousness to drag me away. Roland growls against my skin, and I realise through the haze of pain, he’s still taking me, even now. Claiming me wasn’t enough. He’s still driving himself inside me like I’m nothing more than a body for him,
to use.
“Feel it?” His voice is full of malice. “Feel me replacing him?”
I sob, unable to answer.
“Good.” His bite loosens, just enough for blood to pour down my shoulder, slick and hot. He laps at it like he’s savoring me. Then his teeth sink down again.
I gasp, choking on it, feeling my body shudder once, twice, then collapse forward.
Roland holds me up.
“Mine now,” he whispers.
I sob harder as he pulls back, his bite releasing and I feel every sinch of the tearing as his teeth withdraw. My skin doesn’t even try to heal itself back together, his claim won’t let me. The bleeding doesn’t stop.
I slump forward, but he drags me back against him, his blood–slicked chest is against my back, and hips continue to grind into me like he doesn’t care that I’m limp, broken and ruined.
“You’ll smell right again,” he breathes against my ear. “No more of his filth”
My stomach lurches. I think I’m going to vomit.
He keeps thrusting.
I wish I could scream, but my voice is gone, my body has given up, and I don’t feel human, or like anything.
When I finally sag against the seat completely, when even my sobs fade to hollow gasps, Roland’s pace slows. His hand slides down my thigh, casual, possessive.
“Eryx will feel it, you know,” he murmurs, mouth still pressed to the mess of my neck. “He’ll feel your bond shatter. He’ll know I’ve taken you. He’ll know what I did.”
I shudder violently.
“And he’ll come running.”
His hips slam forward again, harder, and my broken gasp is the only sound left in the car.
“And when he does… your father will kill him.”
I close my eyes, and pray that death finds me before Eryx tries to find me. I can’t bear the thought of him seeing me like this.
