The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates.

Chapter Fifty–Six

“Trigger Warning Strong Language and Depictions of Sexual Assault ***

DRAVEN

“You know” -Leo croons, unbuttoning his pants and walking toward the cabin room door-“I was going to wait until we were at least a hundred miles from here before punishing you. But I think now’s as good a time as any.” He licks his lips and stops at the foot of the bed, his gaze going wildly bright as he stares at me.

“I’ve never done anything to you!” I hiss. “What do I need to be punished for?”

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“You mean ether than trying to sever my tongue?” He coos, softly. “For running away, Had you only waited a little longer. Had you only stuck it out, a for weeks. I would have killed my father for you, and you could’ve been mine.” The touch of his eyes seems to reach out with a physical force, creeping over me like a parade of imects. I resist the urge to cry out as he drops his pants and exposes himself to me. I don’t shut my eyes. I can’t. I have to be aware of every little move he makes. If I let him see how scared I am it will only spur him on. So instead, I keep my eyes open, my game steady. Trying like hell to keep my body from trembling as he begins to stroke the thick length of his sex.

“Don’t look at me The that Draven. I know you think I hate you, but I do not.” He chuckles. “Pretending you’re not afraid of me won’t get you anywhere,” he grina. “Because, you see? I’ve known you since you were twelve years old and I know you’re afraid. You are terrified. Nor do you want me. So act any way you like. Smile, moin, groan, freeze up. It won’t matter.” He pauses to lick his lips before reaching out and whipping my pants of ‘I know how much you’re going to hate having me inside of you and that will be more than enough to keep me going Again he licks his lips, his eyes dancing from my exposed breasts to the curve of my hips, then hack again. “You are so damn perfect. I cannot wait to break your

I grit my teeth, struggling against the bonds on my wrists. Do him?

He steps all the way out of his pants, climbing onto the bed completely naked and wapping his hands around each of my ankles. “You see, I’ve noticed something out bitches like you, and sluts like Emily. Bom beautiful, thinking you’re free to go cheer you please. Do whomever you please. You seem to think you’re the good to belong to any one man. As if you actually should have a choice in how you’re treated. In what happens to you. But you’re wrong. Culs like you, are only good for one thing.” He meets my eyes. “Fucking”

I can’t help it, I shiver a bit at the evil I see there. His gaze appears the same as it always has in the past–yet his words have given that look meating as to where before, there was only hate. Now? Is so much more than that. Now I see the venom of what he believes. He doesn’t at hate me he hates everyone that isn’t him.

always thought of me. You thought I was weak. Well, surprise, surprise. I’m not. My father is

the sound of the boat’s engine and the rolling of the ocean against the hull. The thunder outside–the pelting of rain Anything else but him. If I’m going to get through this – I have to formy mind

fangs creep all the way out. Arching

it out of you.” He lets loose with a feral

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wiggling again in an attempt to test his

or crack a rib. Whatever brings the fear back

heart goes out to any other woman that came before me. Even poor Michael who truly believed he and Leo were in love. I realize right then, it may be impossible for me to be rescued. If I want to live, Ell have to think of some way to get him to unbell my wrists. I glance around, searching for anything I can use should I get free. My eyes graar over the nightstands on each side of me, then toward the shelf above the dresser on “my right. Nothing, nada, rip, zich. It seems

off I don’t care if I have to use my teeth. It seems whats

to pre. Can I per first? Lane — but worth

his hairy chest shaking!

then pee. I don’t mind.

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Chapter Fifty–Six

his hold on them. He begs to climb up my body and I try to buck upward, only for him

feel so good,” he hisses, biting my earlobe hard enough to draw

vow not be and his

No please not

chest and the entire bed with it. I’m panting and ping for breath as his disgusting hands slide currywhere mer my body, lin mouth locks on my

hips to

legs wildly and somehow manage to knee him in the stomach. He growls, ing up and glaring down at me before eating his arm back to

out for a second and I taste blood. My cheek feels like an explosion

smile against my neck. “Much better, he hisses, groping my