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A smug look comes over him as he eyes my body possessively. “You’ll learn to be obedient and submissive. I’ll break you until you’re shattered into pieces, and then I’ll put you back together piece by piece the way you were meant to be.”

“Never. I’ll never submit to you, and I sure as fucking hell will never be yours,” I snarl and lay back down, ignoring the washcloth.

I’d prefer to give him my back, but I don’t want to give him that leverage.

As the sounds of the storm rage outside the window, Darren turns on the TV and unfortunately, settles on watching the weather channel.

Time wears on and my eyelids grow heavy even as I shiver. I hug myself tighter. Fuck this shit, I internally curse and get up, turning up the heat. Darren eyes me warily, but I ignore him as I settle back down on the bed. I’d like to crawl under the blankets, but I don’t want to constrict my movement later if he lowers his guard and I get a chance to escape.

As the room warms up, my body relaxes and sleep pulls at me. I finally cave, letting myself drift off. It won’t do any good if I use up all my reserves and don’t have the energy to escape later.

Movement wakes me up and I blearily open my eyes, blinking repeatedly to clear away the sleep. My gaze goes to the alarm clock on the nightstand and I’m surprised to see it’s after ten o’clock at night. I must not have been asleep for very long.

An arm tightens around my waist and I freeze. A palm covers my breast, squeezing hard while a hard rod shifts against my ass. I grit my teeth when I glance at the other bed, confirming it’s empty. The only silver lining in this is that I can feel I have on all of my clothes, because if he’d stripped me… No, I’m not going down that rabbit hole.

Taking a deep breath, I’m about to shift when Darren moans into my ear. A second later he cries out in pain as I slam my elbow hard into him.

“What thefuckdo you think you’re doing?” I seethe as I try desperately to get away from him.

His grip tightens on me painfully as he pulls me back against his chest.

“What am I doing? Taking what is mine, what was meant to be mine in the first place,” he hisses as he gropes my breast again and rubs his hips harder against me, digging his cock into my ass.

“No!” I cry out again as his other hand snakes down my stomach and he grabs my crotch.

I flail and kick at him, punching or throwing an elbow but unfortunately, he gets an arm around my arms and holds themtight against my torso. I scratch his hands and arms as I try to pry him off of me.

I amnotgoing to be another statistic.

“Get off of me you bastard,” I hiss as he rolls over on top of me.

He drives his hips into mine and I punch him before dragging my nails down his face, hard. He cries out and leans up on his hands before backhanding me so hard I see stars. My breath rushes out of me as he drops his weight back onto my torso and I push against him right as our room door unlocks.

Darren freezes on top of me as his head whips toward the door. The action gives me the leverage I need. One hand goes up to his neck while the other slides in between us and I grab his dick. Hard. I squeeze both of my hands with all my might, and he cries out in shock and pain right as Anthony, Loki, Devil, and Punisher rush into the room. More club members are behind them, but I can’t see who they are. All of them have guns pointed at Darren.

“Get off of me or I’ll do permanent damage to your dick,” I hiss as I squeeze tighter. I know I’m not strong enough to choke him with only one hand, but it wouldn’t take much more pressure to damage his dick beyond repair.

The veins in his neck bulge, both from my squeezing and from his face turning red with anger.

Loki holsters his gun and yanks Darren off me. Punisher helps secure Darren while both he and Loki talk in low yet hard voices, promising retribution for everything he’s put me through.

As soon as he’s secure, Anthony holsters his gun and rushes forward, running his hands over me as he checks for injuries.

“Are you hurt?” he rasps out right as his gaze lands on my face. His large hands cup my cheeks as he gently turns my head side to side.

“Besides them drugging me, he slapped me a few times and just a bit ago, he backhanded me again. My wrists are bruisedfrom how tight they had the zip ties. My ankles might be as well,” I pause, licking my lips. “And you saw part of the groping and him trying to force himself on me.” I swallow hard, trying to repress my shiver at the thought of what might have happened if they hadn’t gotten here in time.

Anthony’s eyes darken in anger, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. He leans forward and places a gently kiss on my forehead, both of us purposefully ignoring the hatred Darren’s spewing about how I’m his and for Anthony to get his grimy hands off me.

Suddenly, Darren’s yelling cuts off and we both look over to find someone has gagged him with a bandana. He glares at both of us, but Anthony gently nudges my chin until I’m looking back up at him. He gives me another gentle kiss and scoops me up in his arms.

“Come on, Darlin’. Let’s get you over to our rooms. I’d rather leave right away, but the storm is gonna prevent that. Once they clear the roads in the morning, we’ll head out.”

Chapter 66

Reaper

Devilchecksthehallwayand at his signal, I follow him down the hall and into room 302, wanting to keep Lark as far away from the room she was in as possible. Punisher and Loki go into room 304 with Darren and Lark’s forehead creases.