Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Or do you prefer Jinx?” He licked his lips, reaching out to cup my breast.
I was free.
I had no shackles or binds.
I could shove his touch away and run.
But that would trigger predatory instincts for him to chase. That would end with me pressed against a palm tree and raped. Instead, I chose to stand up to the monster trying to intimidate me with pure, infuriating silence.
Sully was the only one who’d shattered my temper. He was the only one deserving of my voice. He was worthy, unlike this lacklustre imposter—this shameful older brother who thought he could invade and pillage with no consequences.
His hand squeezed my breast painfully. “I don’t like being ignored, girl.”
Inhaling hard, I gritted my teeth with no reply.
“Shy?” He grinned, pinching my nipple, then frowning when I reacted with absolute zero fucks. “That’ll change when I feed you elixir.”
I stiffened.
Did he know where Sully kept the vials?
Did he have some in his possession?
I swallowed hard, terror siphoning through my blood at the thought of being drugged and fucked by him. To violently hate him all while he violently raped me.
No.
Hell no.
“That got a reaction.” Drake’s muddy blue eyes twinkled with violence similar to the violence I’d seen in Sully. Only, Sully wielded his like a sharp-edged sword, hidden in a scabbard and only swung with utmost precision when necessary. Drake, on the other hand, used it like a club, bashing around like an ignoramus.
“Fancy sleeping with the better version of the Sinclair brothers? I promise you, I’m a better lay than Sullivan.” He stepped into me, shoving his thigh between my legs. My sodden dress acted as a chastity belt, refusing to part enough for him to drive his crotch into mine.
I tipped my head, arching my chin.
Sully...
I needed to figure out how to get away from this asshole and find Sully before he made good on his threat.
Dropping his hand from my breast, Drake scowled. “You’re not at all what I expected. Frankly, you’re boring me, and I’m not a nice guy when I’m bored.”
I narrowed my gaze until my eyelashes shadowed my vision. I hoped hate dripped from every inch of me. I hoped disgust and repulsion cloaked me, so he knew just how much contempt I held for him, how little cooperation he’d earn, and how quickly I’d kill him if I got the chance.
With my stare so sharp, I noticed things I hadn’t before, and a small sweep of victory tugged up the corner of my mouth.
Drake’s face wasn’t as Botox perfect as I’d assumed.
His nose was swollen and coloured with a shade of purple, black bruises ringed his left eye, and the corner of his mouth was puffy. Come to think of it, he moved stiffly, guarding his side while a bandage on his shoulder peeked out from his black t-shirt.
Sully had hurt him.
Triumph filled my heart. Pride followed.
Whatever this bastard had done to Sully...Sully had fought back.
Fear iced my blood.
Had he fought too hard?
Was he still alive?
Sully...dammit.
My patience reached snapping point. My lips trembled to part with a torrent of profanity, but I bit them back.
Drake’s only purpose was to take me to Sully.
That was all I wanted.
Then he could die, painfully. Very, very painfully.
“Did you appreciate my lift?” Drake smirked.
I glowered.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you? Without me, you wouldn’t have found your way back.”
I glared.
“I bet you’ll speak to me when I shove my dick inside you.”
I bared my teeth.
He chuckled with an edge of frustration. “Don’t want to talk to me? Fine.” He smiled, cold and cruel. “I know someone who would love to talk to you.” Leaning forward, he planted his hands on my hipbones, dragging me flush against him. “I must warn you though...he’s not the man you remember. I gave him a little lesson on sibling insubordination.”
What the fuck did you do?!
I swallowed back my scream, but I couldn’t control my physical reaction.
My hand whistled through the air and sliced across his cheek.
He stumbled backward; his pain tenfold thanks to previous injuries beneath my new one. “Fuck!”
While he nursed the handprint I’d left on his bruised face, I held up a one finger salute.
How dare you!
How fucking dare you hurt him!
My silent curses ricocheted in my ears, and once again, I went too far—just as I’d pushed the limits with the Mexican guard who’d wanted me.
Drake launched himself at me. “You little slut!”
He wrapped his arms with tight captivity around me as his teeth latched around my throat. He bit me. He made me struggle. And his disgusting voice slithered into my ear. “Be as stubborn as you want. Be as stupid as you need. Piss me off, I dare you. Fuck me off, and you’ll be screaming my name while I’m cock deep inside you. Hate me? I don’t fucking care. Thanks to my brother, he’s created a drug that makes you a whore, and according to his doctor, your heart has the risk of being overloaded, your system overwhelmed, and there’s a very high chance you could die while I take you.”