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about.”
I’m so close to kneeing him in the crotch.
However, neither of us gets the chance to see our actions through.
Not before another memory hits.
All I saw was crimson blood and all I heard were Will’s screams. The outer walls must’ve been thick to silence such agonized cries. The king’s wrath was just as frightening as I’d always feared.
I squeeze Montes’s thighs as a memory rolls through me. I’m being swept up in its tide.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Montes, just please, stop torturing him.” It was Will, after all. I might hate what he’d become, but torture … I didn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
I was halfway down the hall when I heard a bang. My body jumped at the sound, and a tear leaked out.
Gone. Will was gone.
Back in the present, I choke on a gasp.
“You killed Will.” After torturing him nonetheless. Death, at that point, had been a mercy.
I try to pull away again, and again Montes refuses to release me.
“Let me the fuck go.”
He ignores my command and instead forces me to look at that pleasing face of his. “Yes, I did have my men kill him,” he says, “and I’d make the same decision over and over again. In case you still don’t remember, your friend Will had his men shoot you,” the king says. That vein in his temple pulses. “He threatened you with torture.
“Anyone who thinks to torture you, Serenity, will be made an example of, and I don’t give a damn how well you know them.”
I stop struggling against him, though none of my ire is gone. “Well, I do.”
He sighs. “Out of all the slights against you, that’s the one you punish me with?”
He catches my fist before I can land the blow, and now he holds both my hands prisoner.
I try to knee him, but the angle is all wrong. The last of his mirth leaves his face. Using the grip he has on my hands, he yanks me onto the desk next to him and rolls over me. The file scatters and the computer monitor topples over as he pins my torso down.
That vein of his still throbs, and several loose strands of his dark hair brush my cheeks. He smiles down at me, but it’s not kind. “You try that again,” he breathes, “and you won’t like the results.”
But I have rage to match his. “It’d be worth it,” I say.
“For you, I imagine it might.” Slowly, the anger drains from his face. He doesn’t let me go, however.
Instead, he moves both my hands into one of his, and he uses the other to reaches into his pocket. Pulling out a phone, he types something onto the screen.
A moment later, the guard enters the room. I’m still pinned to the desk, and Montes appears to be five seconds away from having his way with me, yet the guard doesn’t bat an eyelash.
I renew my struggles against the king.
Montes readjusts his hold, his eyes trained on his man. “Please tell the staff to see to the earlier dinner arrangements we discussed.”
The guard inclines his head and bows. As his footsteps retreat from the room, the king returns his attention to me. All at once he releases my hands and straightens.
I work my jaw as I push myself up to my forearms. The urge to hit him is still riding me hard.
“You will dine with me.” You will surrender to me.
His mouth and his eyes say two very different things.
“No.” I’m not interested in either.
I stand and brush myself off. I’m wearing a dress someone else clothed me in. This entire day has been one unpleasant experience after the last.
He steps in close and tips my chin up.
“Yes, you will, even if it means having my guards drag you to dinner. Fight all you want, it won’t change my mind.”
Even if I didn’t already have a vendetta against this man, I would develop one quickly enough.
“I’ll drop you off at our room and give you time to rest and get ready,” he continues.
I step away from him. “Don’t bother. I’ll find it myself.”
I don’t head back to our room because fuck him. Instead I spend the next several hours figuring
I’m so close to kneeing him in the crotch.
However, neither of us gets the chance to see our actions through.
Not before another memory hits.
All I saw was crimson blood and all I heard were Will’s screams. The outer walls must’ve been thick to silence such agonized cries. The king’s wrath was just as frightening as I’d always feared.
I squeeze Montes’s thighs as a memory rolls through me. I’m being swept up in its tide.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Montes, just please, stop torturing him.” It was Will, after all. I might hate what he’d become, but torture … I didn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
I was halfway down the hall when I heard a bang. My body jumped at the sound, and a tear leaked out.
Gone. Will was gone.
Back in the present, I choke on a gasp.
“You killed Will.” After torturing him nonetheless. Death, at that point, had been a mercy.
I try to pull away again, and again Montes refuses to release me.
“Let me the fuck go.”
He ignores my command and instead forces me to look at that pleasing face of his. “Yes, I did have my men kill him,” he says, “and I’d make the same decision over and over again. In case you still don’t remember, your friend Will had his men shoot you,” the king says. That vein in his temple pulses. “He threatened you with torture.
“Anyone who thinks to torture you, Serenity, will be made an example of, and I don’t give a damn how well you know them.”
I stop struggling against him, though none of my ire is gone. “Well, I do.”
He sighs. “Out of all the slights against you, that’s the one you punish me with?”
He catches my fist before I can land the blow, and now he holds both my hands prisoner.
I try to knee him, but the angle is all wrong. The last of his mirth leaves his face. Using the grip he has on my hands, he yanks me onto the desk next to him and rolls over me. The file scatters and the computer monitor topples over as he pins my torso down.
That vein of his still throbs, and several loose strands of his dark hair brush my cheeks. He smiles down at me, but it’s not kind. “You try that again,” he breathes, “and you won’t like the results.”
But I have rage to match his. “It’d be worth it,” I say.
“For you, I imagine it might.” Slowly, the anger drains from his face. He doesn’t let me go, however.
Instead, he moves both my hands into one of his, and he uses the other to reaches into his pocket. Pulling out a phone, he types something onto the screen.
A moment later, the guard enters the room. I’m still pinned to the desk, and Montes appears to be five seconds away from having his way with me, yet the guard doesn’t bat an eyelash.
I renew my struggles against the king.
Montes readjusts his hold, his eyes trained on his man. “Please tell the staff to see to the earlier dinner arrangements we discussed.”
The guard inclines his head and bows. As his footsteps retreat from the room, the king returns his attention to me. All at once he releases my hands and straightens.
I work my jaw as I push myself up to my forearms. The urge to hit him is still riding me hard.
“You will dine with me.” You will surrender to me.
His mouth and his eyes say two very different things.
“No.” I’m not interested in either.
I stand and brush myself off. I’m wearing a dress someone else clothed me in. This entire day has been one unpleasant experience after the last.
He steps in close and tips my chin up.
“Yes, you will, even if it means having my guards drag you to dinner. Fight all you want, it won’t change my mind.”
Even if I didn’t already have a vendetta against this man, I would develop one quickly enough.
“I’ll drop you off at our room and give you time to rest and get ready,” he continues.
I step away from him. “Don’t bother. I’ll find it myself.”
I don’t head back to our room because fuck him. Instead I spend the next several hours figuring
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