Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

My father?

My team?

Hell, London, for that matter.

And say what?

I swallowed, my throat closed and dry. The remnants of the drug were still in my system, making my belly clench, driving the urge to retch into the back of my throat. Still, I stared at him, at the way his head was turned toward me, his lips parted, His eyes closed. Not such a big man now, are you? my mind snarled.

Michael DiAngelo wouldn’t have a clue what to do with a thing like you.

Those words resounded in my head, and my pussy clenched.

I hated that, how I’d come against his mouth, those sparks so goddamn blinding.

I’d never felt like that before. Never been used…wanted, the sole object of someone’s hunger, even if it was fucking sick. He’d put a goddamn speculum inside me, for Christ’s sake! Still, I wondered if he fucked like that? Like he was in complete control over my body, commanding every tremor and orgasm with those cruel fucking hands.

Michael DiAngelo wouldn’t know what to do…

But wouldhe?

“Fuck you.” My words were a choked hiss.

I shoved upwards, my knees trembling with the effort. I needed water…and to think. Still, it didn’t stop me from kicking him in the stomach with my bare foot as I stepped over him.

I headed out of the bedroom and along the hall back to the kitchen. The place was staged for an open house, three neat tumblers filling an otherwise empty open shelf. I grabbed one, praying to God the water was still switched on.

One turn of the handle and I whisperedthank fucking God,watching the water fill the glass. I drank, letting dribbles trickle down my chin as I drained the glass, then refilled it once more. Only I didn’t lift the glass to my lips. Not yet.

Instead, I stared out into the night. He was out cold. Now was my chance to run.

So why wasn’t I running?

You know why.

I clenched my grip around the edge of the sink. My sisters’ faces came rushing back.

No!Ryth’s voice was first.You’re not him…you’re NOT KING!

I flinched now, just as I’d flinched then. To hear that your own father didn’t just have two other daughters was tough, but to know he’d started all of this, all the Daughters…and the Sons before it was corrupted by Haelstrom Hale. It was too much. Especially in her condition.

She was almost due to have the baby…and Vivienne.

I winced.

Vivienne hated me.

An ache tore through my chest, making me bow my head.No, she fucking loathes me.I didn’t blame her. It wasn’t as though I’d been there when she needed me. Not when I was old enough to know the truth. She was in The Order by then, locked in those fucking cells…trained by the monster now lying on the floor in that bedroom.

I needed to remember that.Hehad hurt her.Hehadhurt them all.

Vivienne.

Ryth.

All the Daughters.

I closed my eyes as the images of that cellar slammed into me. My knees trembled, forcing me to buckle to the floor. I dropped, curling my feet underneath me.Hehad them killed. Even if he didn’t, he’d known it was happening.