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in conceiving my own child? What are you going to do?”
    He didn’t answer.
    I wasn’t fast enough to escape them all.
    “You wouldn’t rape me.”
    The damning silence sheathed me in untasted violence. The Bennetts cast their noose, but I stumbled into the rope. I stood only because the shock tensed my legs and the remaining sedative pumping in my blood numbed me to the absolute insanity.
    “You can’t do this,” I whispered.
    Darius laughed. “Sarah, my dear, what choice did you leave us? The clause bound our hands as much as it did yours. Your company requires a male heir. We will give you that son.”
    “Absolutely not.”
    The words sounded stronger in my head. My whimper intimidated no one.
    “This isn’t a negotiation,” Darius said. “You did your best, but even your father understood you weren’t capable of managing his company. He raised you only because he knew you’d eventually pump out more Atwood swine, and, I’m sure you’re going to do very well at it.”
    My heart pulsed hard, but it delivered nothing where it needed to go. Tears seared my vision, and I was grateful. At least then I wouldn’t stare at the devil who threatened me with every horrible and despicable evil in the world.
    “You’re my step-father, Darius. Why would you do this to my mother? You don’t have to love her, but for God’s sake, you still married her, you fucking—”
    He raised a hand. “Please, Sarah. No need for such language. I respect your mother, and I will honor my vow to her.”
    “Even you aren’t sick enough to rape your own step-daughter.”
    “Of course not.” He gestured to his sons. “Your brothers will undertake this task.”
    “No.”
    “Three Bennett men. It doesn’t matter to me who has the heir, only that it is created. Behave yourself, honor our wishes, and you won’t be harmed.”
    “You’re delusional.”
    “Fight this, and I guarantee you’ll come to regret it.”
    “I’ll call the police.” The threat didn’t frighten him. “I’ll call my mother.”
    He shook his head.
    “Jesus Christ, Darius!” I gripped the chair. I wasn’t even strong enough to puncture the leather with my nails. I hoped they didn’t notice. “I am Atwood Industries. You think you can touch me and I won’t immediately bury this family in every legal, civil, and public relations nightmare money can buy?”
    “Of course not,” Darius said. “But you’ll behave.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you love your mother.”
    My stomach dropped. “So you’d threaten your honored wife?”
    Darius nodded.
    “You’re pathetic.” I pointed to them all, wishing I had chosen a more profane gesture. “I’m leaving, and I’m going right to the police.”
    Nicholas blocked my escape. His expression reserved no kindness, only dark intent. If the devil hid within beauty, I stared into a golden halo of absolute evil.
    “Ms. Atwood, you are our guest for the foreseeable future.” Nicholas’s voice promised a false and sinful gentleness. “I’m afraid you aren’t permitted to leave the grounds.”
    “Not for some time, of course,” Darius said. “Unfortunately, we have a few weeks before you are...of use to us.”
    I swore. That invasion was worse than the doctor’s prodding fingers.
    “So you’ll hold me here until you rape me,” I whispered.
    If Nicholas felt any remorse, any human emotion behind his handsome cast of regal stillness, he let none escape. I mimicked his stoicism if only so I could shatter his confidence and dance over the shards of his broken pride.
    “What happens when you fail?” I asked. “You’ll never control me.”
    Darius folded his hands. “My dear, it’s nothing personal. Fight us or spread your legs willingly. The torment is yours to create.”
    “And my revenge is yours to suffer.”
    He sighed. “It doesn’t matter if you fight. It doesn’t matter if you deny my sons. As of this moment, you belong to them. Your body exists only for their pleasure and your womb