Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

They’d won…and they knew they had.

My ass slid from the sofa as I was pulled to the far wall of the apartment.

“Sit,” Kane urged.

I looked at the heater.

“It’s not on, don’t worry. You won’t be burned.”

Hate filled me as I glared at him and reached out with my other hand, touching the cold steel. He dragged me toward the floor, feeding the other end of the cuff behind the pipe sticking out of the wall and grasped my free hand, cuffing it on the other side.

“You don’t have to do this,” I urged. “I’m onyourside.”

He gave a chilling smile as he rose. “Somehow, Helene, I doubt that.”

I yanked the cuff as he rose. “Give me a chance to prove it.”

He glanced at the steel as it bit against my wrist. “Thisisus giving you a chance.”

Riven and The Priest stepped closer until all three stood in front of me.

“We need to keep her quiet.” Riven’s deadly gaze moved down my body. “Every day and all night long.”

“She stays with me,” Thomas muttered, that same chilling stare fixed on me. “When you leave.”

My body reacted.

Tightening, warming.

“You wanted this, right, Helene?” Riven dropped his hand and unbuckled his belt. “We’re about to see how much.”

“Fuck you,” I whispered, meeting that stare.

He just smiled. Still my pulse skipped as he unbuttoned his trousers and sank to his knees. “I think you prefer me to do the fucking.” He gripped my legs and gave a yank, wrenching my ass along the floor until my arms yanked backwards and I dropped. “In fact, if I remember correctly, you fuckingloved it.”

He ran his hands along the outside of my thighs, then reached for the button of my jeans. “Tell me, what was your plan here? Invade our lives, seduce us enough to what?Use us?Was that the plan?”

He licked his lips as he looked down at me helpless underneath him, my arms stretched over my head, the angle jutting my breasts hard against the fabric of my shirt. I didn’t need to look to see how hard he was at the sight. He looked so fucking desperate.

Panic surged inside me, making me thrash under him.

His voice was husky when he spoke. “Was that it? You thought you were the one using us?” He flinched a second before he lunged forward and grasped my jaw with his cruel hands as he stared into my eyes. “I wonder if it was part of your plan to enjoy it?”

Fuck you!

I clenched my shackled fists, bucking as I tried to tear my gaze from his. I would not let him get under my skin…I wouldnotlet him get under my skin.

“Those sounds you made when I fucked you were too genuine to be fake.” He gripped me harder and yanked my legs apart as he pushed himself between them. “And you hate yourself for it, don’t you?”

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”Rage seethed as he grabbed the top of my jeans and stopped.

“All you have to do is say the word and this can all stop,” he said carefully.

I gasped, sucking in hard breaths, and stopped fighting. He was testing me, pushing me to what? Buckle under the pressure and give them everything they wanted? They’d use me. That’s what men like Riven did. They exploited and used, then hung you out to dry.

I said nothing as he waited, then slowly slid the zipper of my jeans down.

“Last chance, Helene.” He gripped my ass and lifted, tugging my jeans off to mid-thigh. “Say the word and this all stops.”