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When I don’t say anything, Milo’s eyes reflect the same murderous rage as his tone.

“Remember what I told you once? I’ll kill any fucker who touches you. Do you want me to murder my own brother?” Milo speaks the words evenly and without an ounce of emotion.

That’s when it hits me how wrong I was about my assessment. His sociopathic tendencies surpass normal impulsivity and volatility. He is unpredictable to a whole new dangerous level.

“Did you sleep with him?” Milo manages to spit it out; eyes darkened past recognition.

“W-What? N-no, I haven’t,” I am starting to stutter. I can’t help it. I am freaking out.

“Are you lying to me?”

“M-Milo, I s-s-swear,” I stutter again. Milo is possessed. I had only seen him like this once before—the day before I left for Paris. “We didn’t sleep together. I swear on Mia.”

His face visibly relaxes for a millisecond before hardening again. He is looking at me with rage. Madness. A storm that’s about to hit and obliterate everything in its vicinity.

“Whatever was between you two, it’s over,” he says flatly. “You are never to see him again. Ever. You will never speak to him either.”

“That’s not possible. You know—”

“Shut the fuck up, Raven!” Milo’s lethal fury and the dead look in his eyes successfully shut me up. “Do not fucking argue right now.” His voice is trembling as if he has no control left.

Milo is unhinged. He used to try to restrain himself. Now that he knows about Reid, I am afraid that any restraint he might have previously exercised is far gone.

He wraps one hand around my waist, and the other grabs my hair. He collides his lips back onto mine before I have a chance to move my mouth.

He breaks the kiss to speak against my lips.“You think you have other options?” he hisses. “You don’t. You’ll never be rid of me, so you might as well accept this and save yourself the misery.”

All of those words are sadly true, I have come to realize. Milo is a lunatic that I’ll never be rid of.

I left my life behind to get away from him. Even then, I had peace becauseheallowed it. Now that he knows about Reid, he will never allow it again.

Even a restraining order wouldn’t do any good. He would break it without regard. I can’t enforce a restraining order without calling the cops. Milo knows I’d never press charges and put the Sinclairs through the misery of finding their eldest in jail.

The only way I’d be rid of him is if I leave everyone in this family behind and disconnect from them completely. Sadness ripples through me at the truth of my situation.

“I can’t live like this,” I say hoarsely, my voice reflecting my desperation. “Please, stop this madness. If you care about me even a little, let go of this insanity.”

“Never,” he answers with a sense of finality. “I told you that I’d do anything for you. I’ll even forget the urge to killhim. The only non-negotiable part is that you are mine.”

“Never. I’m not yours. I’ll never—”

In a swift move, Milo shifts my body to sit behind me, cutting off my words. He positions me in the space between his thighs, his long legs trapping my frame between them.

One of his hands reaches around my breast to tip me, so my back hits his chest. He leans us against the headboard, slips his hand inside my shorts, and grinds my core with his palm.

I try to pry his hand out. “Milo, stop! I’ll fucking scream if you don’t stop,” I threaten. “Everyone in this house will hear me.”

“Baby, you know that the sound from this room doesn’t travel downstairs,” he says sadistically.

I freeze when I realize that he is right. And if the Sinclairs already think that I am in a crappy mood, they are likely to avoid this room anyways.

“I’ll go easy on you because you are injured. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he whispers. “But if you keep fighting me, I’ll forget about your injuries and focus on what you just disclosed. Make the logical choice.”

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Raven’s body is shaking with anger as she sorts through her limited options.