Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

I hit the floor hard and my head bounced. Agony ripped through my skull. I moaned and rolled, staring up as the guard stepped over me, then reached down.

Panic surged and I tried to shove backwards, desperate to get away from him…but my thoughts were slow…too slow. He clutched a fistful of my hair and dragged me up,.

Searing fire lashed my scalp. I screamed, clawing his clenched fist, until he released my hair but grabbed my wrist instead and yanked me hard against him.

“You’re not supposed to fight me, remember?” His eyes blazed as he grabbed my other hand and wrenched my arms behind my back.

Agony tore along my muscles. I bucked, fighting against him. But he was strong…really strong, holding both my wrists in one hand.

I slammed my head forward, kicking and howling.

“STOP!”he roared, grasping my throat with his other hand.

Only he wasn’t like the others. There was no slight pressure, no playing and teasing. His bruising fingers clenched around my windpipe, cutting off my air.

A hiss came, but there was no gasp.

Only blinding white…

Until he released me.

I jerked forward, slamming against him to feel the fabric of my shirt tearing. His other hand was all over my breasts, frantically mauling before he yanked the soft satin cups of the bra Riven had bought me…before he stilled. “What the fuck?”

I didn’t even have the strength to look down. I knew he was looking at the thin white lines that marred my soft flesh.

“You’re fucking ruined.”

I gasped, flailing as he reached for my jeans.

“Don’t care, pussy’s still pussy,” he grunted, jerking open my zipper.

“NO!”I screamed, trying to get away.“NOOO!”

He grabbed my mouth, grinding my cheeks against my molars. His eyes were wild with desperation and rage.“You’ll shut the fuck up. Do you hear me?”

His fingers pushed into my mouth. I gagged at the salty taste of him.

“Fuckingbitch. Aren’t you whores supposed to just lie back and take it? You need breaking in, Daughter, and I’m gonna enjoy doing it. It’s better when they fight anyway. So fight. Scream. Let me feel you kick and buck when I ram my cock all the way inside. Let’s see how that bastard likes you when you’re split from asshole to cunt.”

I bucked, the fight in me fading, until his eyes widened.

Gray ate at the edges of the room…but Riven’s face was the blinding light I needed as he wrapped his arm around the guard’s neck and dragged him backwards.

Those dark eyes glanced at his brother, unconscious on the floor, before they fixed on me, taking in my ripped shirt and my torn-open jeans. But it was my mouth he fixed on, swollen lips pulsing. The taste of him was still on my tongue.

Riven said nothing, just tightened his hold around the guard’s throat. His chest was heaving with brutal breaths, as though he’d been running. But there was no running now and no release.

Just.

Pure.

Icy.

Rage.

The guard slammed his hands against the floor, his eyes bulging from Riven’s strain.

I was mesmerized by Riven’s ruthlessness as the sick, raping bastard swung his hand up, those fat fingers still shimmering with saliva from my mouth, clawing for a hold.