Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Desperation pours through me, and I almost glance at Chance for help, but the man’s knees dig firmly into my sides as he straddles me, forcing all my attention on him.
When the man leans forward, his dark blonde hair falls over his eyes. I twist under him like I did with Kenzo, but then I remember it didn’t work.
When I try to slap him, his fingers wrap around my wrist and slams it down next to my head.
“You have pretty eyes. They haven’t seen much of the world yet, have they?” My blood runs cold at the tone of his voice. “You’re not fighting hard enough, babe. Should we see if I can find a way to bring out the warrior in you?” His voice drops seductively low, and his eyes roam over my face, neck, and chest.
No. He wouldn’t. Not in front of all the people.
My attempts to free my wrist from his hold have him chuckling as he leans down until I can see every drop of sweat beading on his face.
“Honestly, I’d rather fuck you than fight.”
Like hell!
I forget about the people around us. I even forget about Chance. My whole focus is on the guy on top of me.
My head snaps to the left when he inches his fingers up my arm and toward my shoulder.
It’s the way he’s touching me. It’s too intimate.
“Stop!” I try to yank away, but he pins both my hands above my head with one of his. His fingers bite into mine, and I squirm, bucking my hips and trying to roll him off me.
“Come on,” someone shouts from the stands. “Finish her already.”
I lift my hips to throw him off. I twist and turn, but he doesn’t move. He lowers his face to within a few inches of mine, and I turn away so I don’t feel his breath on my lips.
“Get off!” I growl, panic skirting around the edges of my anger.
“Do you know what I miss most about the ward?” His free hand drops to my middle, and he bunches my shirt together. My heart rate spikes. “The initiation.” I hear him inhale my scent. “Did you spread your legs for Chance?”
I feel his hand cover my breast, his touch biting and gutwrenching, leaving a stain on my soul.
I react out of pure desperation and slam the side of my head against his forehead as hard as I can, and for a second, I see stars.
He lets go of my wrists, and I don’t hesitate to hit every part of him I can find while I manage to roll him off me. I go with the motion until I’m straddling him, my fists pounding down on his face and neck.
I feel the skin over my knuckles split, but I’m too far gone to care and hardly feel the pain. Air explodes over my lips, and tears burn my eyes. I keep hitting him until I see the crimson color of his blood.
The pervert lets out a bark of laughter, and I yank away from him, breathless, anger spilling from me in waves as I climb to my feet. Staring down at the man, I kick his side with every ounce of strength I have.
My emotions spiral out of control as I roar, “I said don’t fucking touch me!”
“See, a little motivation is all it took.” He lifts himself by his elbow, wiping the blood from his broken lip. “You can fight, after all.”
I want to hurt him even more, but my tears threatening to fall has me walking away from the bastard.
I ignore the roar of approval from the crowd and don’t even glance at Chance as I rush toward the alley to get away from the impromptu training session from hell.
Chance did nothing. He just sat there with the girl and watched another man feel me up.
Chance said I belonged to him.
He said I wouldn’t be shared with others.
He lied.
A sob builds in my chest and strains its way up my throat. I smother it with a trembling hand, refusing to cry where every man will see.
I was so excited about seeing the main ward, but all I want now is to go back to our boundary ward.
My first day here, and a man beats the hell out of me and feels me up.
I suck in deep breaths of air to try and calm down while heading to the main exit of the ward.
What the hell am I training for? Men, who only want me to spread my legs? No. This is not worth going to war for.
Chapter 3
Jai
With my emotions raging in my chest and my body trembling, I struggle to fight back the tears.
I’m disappointed in Chance, not only because he let another man touch me but because he chose that Morgan woman over me. It hurts.