I managed to pull away, backing into a corner, wiping at my mouth with the sleeve of my shift. I wanted the foul taste of him gone. In my efforts to keep space between us, I had completely trapped myself. There was no way out. My limbs began to tremble, knees threatening to buckle under the weight of my fear.
Johan ripped off his shirt. His gluttonous belly was covered in black hair and damp with sweat. Though he was a few feet away, I could smell his filthy body. His grey, lifeless eyes locked onto my now heaving breasts. The sheer fabric of the shift offered me no modesty. I could feel his gaze violating me. “Please, I beg of you, don’t do this.”
“Like a fawn caught in the jaws of a coyote, your pathetic cries for help only turn me on more. Beg,” he growled.
“Please,” I whimpered as he inched closer, stalking me like helpless prey. I wasn’t going to win this battle. It was hopeless. If my begging pleased him, then I refused to indulge him any longer.
“I’m ready to see what toys my new plaything has to offer.” He reached out and tugged the simple tie holding up the flimsy nightgown, stripping me in one quick tug. I turned my head away, closed my eyes, trying desperately to shift my mind to a better place.
His hands were on me. Groping. Roaming. Touching me like I was his possession. Then I felt it. The assault against my most private place. His fingers forcing their way into my delicate folds, painfully probing at my entrance.
I watched in horror as he lasciviously licked his fingers.“Mmm, I see now why the Bruins wanted to keep you.”
I spit on his vile, disgusting face. And it earned me a slap across the cheek.
“Such a shame, Michaela. I could have made this good for you. But you leave me no choice. You want it rough. That works for me.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Kicking. Screaming. He slapped my ass with a resounding crack.
The sound of him wrestling with his pants, freeing himself before he threw me down on the bed, had my mind blaring with alarm. Adrenaline coursed through me like lightning, causing my limbs to tremble uncontrollably while I struggled to get out from beneath him. His little red cock stood at attention, bobbing with his desperate attempts to align himself.
I fought for what felt like hours before finally succumbing to his weight. Exhausted and out of breath, he had me pinned down, my legs caught between his belly and my own. My knees pressed so tightly against my ribs. I could barely breathe. He had the perfect angle to take what he wanted. There was nothing I could do to stop him.
“Once my scent is infused with yours, your precious bears will want nothing to do with you.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. His words hit me with a force unlike anything I had ever experienced. Never in all my years—not even my diagnosis had ever broken me like this. Uncontrollable sobs poured from my body.
His penis was at my entrance. Poised and ready to take what wasn’t given. “Look at me while I defile you,” he demanded. “I want you to remember it was Jase?—”
His eyes suddenly grew wide, and the smile on his face morphed into confusion before a loud gasp escaped his lips. And then—he was pulled off me.
Jase stood over him, a bloodied blade gripped firmly in his hand.
“Mic! Are you—” He turned his gaze to Johan, who had scrambled away, blood oozing from a stab wound in his shoulder blade. “You fucking bastard!”
“You stabbed me?” Johan stared, stunned. “Guards!”
“No point in calling for help. I’ve already disposed of them.” Jase stalked after him, closing in. “You never said anything about invoking Nocta Dominium,” he growled.
“Since when do you care about the human? She’s nothing more than a wet piece of ass.”
Jase’s eyes went dark. His lips pulled back, teeth bared. Rage tore through him, erupting in a deafening roar. He lunged forward in an attempt to make contact.
Johan stumbled back, nearly losing his footing, and Jase took full advantage—advancing on him once again, slashing at his groin. But he slipped sending them both to the floor in a thud. The two wrestled in a chaotic flurry of shadows and flailing limbs.
It was over before I could react.
Johan rose, blood soaking his torn pants from a deep gash along his inner thigh. Jase lay on the floor gasping for air, clutching his gut. Blood was everywhere. I couldn’t tell who or what wound it came from. I remained silently frozen on the bed, clutching the linens to my chest, terrified to move or draw attention to myself in any way.
“You traitorous coward!” Johan hissed, spitting on Jase. “You’ve been weighed and measured. May you rot in the afterlife knowing your betrayal is the reason Finn will hang tomorrow.” Then his eyes landed on me. “Lucky for you, I’m in need of a healer. Mark my words, human—this isn’t over. I’ll have my way with you, and youwillpay the price for his insolence.”
He hobbled towards the door, leaving behind a macabre scene in his wake. “Enjoy the company of his corpse. It’ll be the only courtesy I show you.”
“Jase!” I gasped once Johan was gone. Ripping the sheet from the bed, I rushed to his side. “Jase, what have you done?”
I moved his hands to assess the wound. The moment I lifted pressure, blood gushed. “No, no, no.” I shoved the linen into the laceration, ignoring his pain-laden wail, and pressed his hands back over it in a desperate attempt to staunch the bleeding. It wasn’t good, and we both knew it.
“Mic… we haven’t got much time,” he fought to get the words out.
“No, it’s going to be okay.”
