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She’d just exited the shower when she heard the code to her room being punched in. Her ears had become attuned to the sound over the past few days; she didn’t like anyone sneaking up on her.

As she unwrapped the towel from her damp hair, the door seemed to burst open, hitting the wall and bouncing back. Even though she’d expected someone to enter, the violent movement made her heart jump and blood race. She watched, wide-eyed, as Adrian entered.

The door slammed shut.

She began trembling. She didn’t know why, but she instinctively knew something was wrong. Adrian simply stood there, staring at her. His eyes were slightly red and the muscles on his biceps were straining. Eerie green veins seemed to be popping up on his neck, making her think of the incredible hulk. She tried to swallow her fear as his eyes roamed over her.

Then he was striding forward.

She backed up. Several steps, in fact. She felt like she was being rushed by a wild animal. There was danger reflected in his eyes and she was much too smart to stand her ground.

Her back hit the bathroom door just as his hand closed around her throat. The towel dropped from her hands as she reached up to claw at him. His fingers were slowly cutting off the flow of air to her lungs. She was going to die. She could feel it happening. She could see the intent in his navy eyes. He was in a rage about something and he wouldn’t give up until…

He kissed her. It took her several moments to comprehend the change. His hand lifted from her throat and he was kissing her, backing her against the door, lifting her. She was light-headed from the lack of air and could not muster the strength to push him away. His hands seemed to be everywhere, tugging at her, pulling, fondling roughly.

It was all a blur to her. She was still concentrating on breathing. She could feel herself clinging to him, trying to get her world straight. Then she felt heat scorch through her body and everything around her became very still.

She could hear her rapid breathing, her erratic heartbeat. She could feel his too, beating a tattoo rhythm against her. His lips were buried in her neck, biting, nibbling, kissing. And she whimpered, a soft sound that she did not recognize as her own.

His hands delved under her tank top to caress her breasts. As she usually went to bed without a bra, he was allowed easy access to the sensitive mounds. She moaned deep in her throat when he pinched the tight nub, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her body.

He carried her over to the bed and deposited her on it. The jolt she received from bouncing on the bed made her snap out of the sexual haze he’d fogged her with. She stared up at him with eyes clouded with confusion.

As he shed his shirt and jeans, she couldn’t help but notice the beautiful contours of his chest. Before, she’d thought he didn’t have six a pack. But as he leaned down to pull his jeans off, his torso muscles flexed, revealing a perfectly contoured chest.

But when he slid onto the bed, she moved away. She wasn’t intoxicated enough to think that any of this was right.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice tight and hoarse.

He simply reached over and pulled her back, straddling her in one swift move.

“Stop it!” she yelled, pushing at his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh to inflict maximum pain.

He growled low in his throat and captured both her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed.

She struggled against him, trying to use her hips to buck him off.

“Stop struggling, princess. You know it’s going to be no use.”

But his words only made her struggle more.

As her knee came close to his crotch, he held her down more forcefully, trapping her legs between his own.

There were tears in her eyes now, glittering in the lamplight. She continued to struggle against him, crying out in pain when she couldn’t dislodge him.

“Why are you doing this?” she repeated, sounding almost defeated.

“Because I want you,” he lied, kissing her neck again. He already knew she had a sensitive spot right there.

“I-I thought you hate me?”

“I lied.”

She opened her mouth to question him more, but he quickly covered it with his, thrusting his tongue deep into her warmth. He kissed her that way for what seemed like hours, trying to shave away her reluctance. When he pulled back, her expression was bemused.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered hoarsely against her lips.

His words were crude, but they made little shocks of electricity run through her body.

“I…” She shook her head, unable to mouth the words.

“Are you sure?”

His fingers moved to her mound and stroked it, making her arch in surprised pleasure. She hadn’t even been aware of him taking her shorts off. She was so sensitive and his touch was making her body so weak and needy. God, had she ever been this sensitive before?

“You’re wet. Why am I not surprised?”

Soft whimpers escaped from her throat as he sifted his görükle escort fingers through her trimmed curls, letting his forefinger brush against her clit periodically. He could feel what his touch was doing to her. Her lips were becoming fuller, her slit coated in her cream. Her body was reacting to his.

“Your body’s begging to be fucked, princess,” he growled, biting down on her earlobe. “Are you sure you don’t want to be fucked?”

Her breath caught. She wanted to shake her head.

Before she could respond, he thrust into her, cleaving that fragile barrier even before he knew it was there. His gaze was every bit as stricken as hers when their eyes met.

It would’ve been so easy. Seduce her, get the tape, blackmail Augustine. It was solid — plan 2.4. He’d seen the vibrator in her room and interpreted it as a sign that she wasn’t a virgin. Apparently, he’d made a huge mistake on that account.

He found that he could not meet her gaze. He’d stolen her virginity from her. So callously. She began crying, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. She looked so desolate, so pained, so very defeated. She made him feel like a monster — which he probably was.

The last of his anger drained out of him, and with a clear mind, he finally saw the truth of what he’d done. He’d raped her. He’d raped a virgin.

He laid his forehead against hers, trying to take in a calming breath. He was still buried inside her heat. She was still pulsing around him to the rhythm of her heartbeat, coating him with her wetness.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing the tears from her eyes.

“W-what?” she asked, stunned. More tears flowed from her eyes.

“Hush. Stop that.” His voice was gruff as he dashed away the remainder of her tears.

He moved slightly inside her and her breath caught.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, watching the play of emotions cross her face.

“Not really,” she admitted, staring up at him with confusion in her eyes. She didn’t know what to make of him. Damn, he didn’t know what to make of himself. Which idiot would assault a woman and then ask if she was all right? Shit, he was going crazy!

He moved inside her slowly, watching as her pupils dilated in pleasure. He buried his lips in her neck and her eyelids fluttered shut. He released her hands and she immediately curled it around his neck, holding on for the ride, pulling him closer. He picked up the pace, raising her legs to curl around his waist. Soft whimpers left her throat and those sexy little sounds spurred him on.

He sucked on his index finger and brought it to her clit, making her buck under him. The circular motions of his fingers quickened, and she drew in a sharp breath, tensing. Her sheath closed over him so tightly that it was almost painful.

The look of ecstasy on her face got to him. With a low growl, he spurted in her sensitized sheath, triggering a riot of mini-orgasms in her body.

Minutes later, he pulled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt. She still lay on the bed, curled into a ball. His eyes met hers and he saw the confusion in them, the helplessness. Not wanting to deal with it, he left the room, making sure he locked it down.

Only then did he cover his face with his hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell had he done?

*

Lucio started as the door to the surveillance room opened. Adrian strode in and scowled when he saw that the monitor to the princess’s room was off. He reached over and flicked it on. She was still lying in the same position that he’d left her in.

“So you did it,” Lucio commented, his voice betraying none of the anger he was feeling. He’d told Adrian from the start that the girl was an innocent and deserved no punishment for what her father had done. But had his brother listened? No.

Adrian didn’t reply. Instead, he said, “I want the tape.”

Lucio gave him a curt nod. They’d been through this plan before.

“By seven. I’ll see you in the meeting room.” His hand was on the doorknob when he paused and turned again, “Bring the princess.”

*

He got the tape ready in record time and burned it into a CD. Bull stepped into the surveillance room for his shift just as Lucio put the CD into a case.

“Mama sent you her cookies,” Bull said as he shut the door. In his hand was a tin full of his mother’s chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies. As children, Lucio would haunt the Matteo household every baking day, waiting for Mama to break out a new batch of cookies so he could pounce on them. He never really grew out of that cookie-eating phase.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching for the tin.

“Any change?” Bull asked, turning his attention to the cameras. When he spotted Tressa on the bed, naked, he raised an eyebrow. She’d never been one to sleep naked; he should know, since he’d been monitoring her sleeping habits.

Lucio cleared his throat. “Yes, actually. Adrian carried out plan 2.4 a few minutes ago.”

“What?” Bull’s sharp exclamation reverberated through the room.

“He’s calling a meeting for bursa sınırsız escort 0700. He’ll inform all of you about the progress then.”

Bull ran a hand over his smooth head in agitation. “How could he do that without discussing with the team first?”

Lucio sighed, sharing Bull’s sentiment. “I think he snapped. After we watched the video… he lost it a little. He had that look in his eyes… I didn’t think I could stop him even if I wanted to.”

Bull’s fist came down hard on the table, toppling the pencil holder. “So he raped her?”

“Not really.”

Bull’s eyes narrowed. “Then it was consensual?”

Lucio swallowed. “Not really.”

“Then what the hell was it?”

It was Lucio’s turn to run his hands through his hair. “I don’t know, ok? She was responding to him, and that’s all we need.”

The dark man sat down heavily on his chair.

“You agreed to this, Bull. When we formulated the plan, you agreed to 2.4.”

“I know, god damnit!”

Lucio took the other chair and straddled it. “Look, I know how you feel. She’s innocent. She doesn’t deserve this. Adrian knows that too. But there’s really no other way to threaten that bastard. We want him on his toes.”

Bull flicked a button and zoomed in on her, lying on the bed.

“Look at her, man. She’s broken.”

Lucio flicked the screen off and turned Bull in his direction.

“That girl’s father is the bastard that bombed the court where your father was standing. Her father is responsible for making your mother a widow. Can you forgive that?”

The wounds, though over thirty years old, were not buried. They still burned like someone poured salt water on them. Bull shut his eyes. “No, I can’t.”

“I can’t, either. Neither can Adrian. We’re all fighting for one cause here. Adrian is doing his best to ensure we get justice. He needs everyone on board.”

“I am on board. It’s just…” His voice trailed off.

“Just what?”

“She reminds me of my sister.”

When Lucio said nothing, Bull continued. “I feel like I need to protect her.”

“Well, she’s not Rose and you don’t have to protect her. Just remind yourself that her family is responsible for the death of your father and your relatives. It should give you enough ammo to move forward.”

There was a long silence as Bull stared into a blank screen. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, thanks, man.”

Luc slapped him on the back. “Stay strong.”

*

Ok, so he didn’t really believe what he told Bull. The girl was an innocent. She shouldn’t be put through this shit. But he wasn’t going to spoil his brother’s plans by sympathizing with the enemy. He was smarter than that. It had taken the family 30 years to get here, and he wasn’t going to ruin it for them all.

Looking around the corridor to make sure no one was coming, he quickly punched in the code to her room and entered. She was not on the bed as he’d last seen her. Instead, he heard the shower running.

He moved forward to sit on the bed, but froze awkwardly mid-way when he saw the stains on the bedsheet. Blood. Her blood. Had she been a virgin? It was impossible. They’d seen the toy in her room… and yet…

The water stopped running. Luc looked from the bed to the chair repeatedly then chose to stand in the middle of the room instead. When she exited the shower in her tank top and shorts, he stood awkwardly with the tin of cookies in one hand.

When she saw him, her eyes widened in panic and she moved backwards, trying to get away from him.

“No, no, no.” He backed away slowly, showing her that he meant no harm. “I wanted to give you something.”

She stopped and looked at him suspiciously. He attempted a smile and failed miserably.

“Here,” he said, passing her the tin. She didn’t reach out for it. She looked at it, then back at him.

“They’re cookies. Bull’s mama made them. They’re wonderful. She puts little bits of Cadbury chocolate in them and chunks of macadamia nuts…”

She looked at him as though he’d lost a couple of crucial brain cells.

“Bull gave them to me and I thought you might like some. Here.” He popped the tin open and handed it to her. She still didn’t move and continued to eye him warily.

“Well, I’ll just set it down here then.” He put it on the bed. “You can eat it whenever you want.”

But as the smell from the tin wafted towards him, his mouth watered. Smiling apologetically, he reached into the tin. “I’m just going to take a couple of these.”

He stuffed one in his mouth and grabbed a couple more.

She was now looking at him with a weird expression on her face.

“I’m gonna go,” he said around a mouthful of cookies.

As he opened the door, she called out to him. Her voice was hoarse — from her tears, he knew.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, but it was apologetic. “I hope they make you feel better.”

*

His men gathered in the meeting room at seven sharp. No one was late, except for Lucio, who was bringing nilüfer escort the princess in. Adrian glanced at his watch again, waiting for the two of them to show up.

The men were getting impatient. All of them had important tasks to do — mostly pertaining to security. When they were inside, they had to watch their posts through a camera… it was not the safest thing to do.

It was fifteen past seven when Luc showed up with the princess in tow. She looked bedraggled, with her hair tousled and dressed only in shorts and a tank top. Her lips were fuller than they’d been before. He refused to think about why that was so.

“Have a seat,” he said, his voice sharp.

The princess looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Then she looked away, seating herself next to Luc.

“As some of you might already know, plan 2.4 was carried out last night.”

Tressa looked up, wondering what plan 2.4 was. She hoped it didn’t involve bombing or violence of any kind. Just thinking about her country in shambles made her shiver.

“Today, we’re sending Augustine the video. If he does not respect our request, we’ll be sending the video out to all major entertainment industries and shows.”

Tressa frowned and leaned close to Luc. “What tape?” she whispered, but one look at him showed her that the nice, kind guy she’d seen last night was gone. His eyes were hard, cold, like the first time she’d met him.

She leaned back slowly, suddenly quite afraid. The men were all looking at her with weird looks in their eyes. Only Bull stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact.

Next to her, Luc flicked a key on his laptop and a video played on screen. So, they were going to watch a video. Fine by her.

It took her a while to recognize the room from that angle. When she did, she sat up straighter, her jaw dropping in shock. It was her room. And there she was, lying on the bed, naked, with Adrian covering her body.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

At first, she thought the voice was inside her head. God only knew she’d repeated the scene several times in her mind. But then, she realized that it was actually coming from the video. And she also realized that she’d been making really slutty whimpers at that point.

Her voice filled the room. “Yes, god, Adrian. Fuck me!”

Those words snapped her out of her shocked stupor. Anger effervesced inside her, spilling over as she slammed her palms on the table. They stung badly, but she ignored the pain.

“I did not say those words!” she shouted at the leader. “This is inhumane! I knew it! I knew you had a motive for doing that last night.”

Adrian ignored her and turned to Luc. “Send it off.”

Tressa turned to the younger brother, her stance panicked. “Send it off? Send it off to whom?”

“Why, your father of course.”

Tressa raised petrified eyes to Adrian’s. There was nothing left of the man who had apologized to her last night for hurting her. The man before her was the ruthless, cold, mean-tempered asshole who’d held a hand to her throat last night.

She reached out to grab Luc’s hands as they flew across the keyboard. “Please, don’t.”

Her voice left no doubt that she was begging.

Bull stood and left the room.

Tressa’s eyes pleaded with Luc. He looked over to Adrian.

“Send it.”

“No, please! He’s my father. H-he can’t see this.”

Luc shook her off and did as his brother told him to. When he was done, he closed his laptop and followed Bull out of the room. He didn’t want to look at her. The other members of the team followed suit.

She sat in her chair, stunned. How could anyone…? It had been her first time… He’d raped her and then he’d edited the damn video to make it seem like she’d wanted it?

Tears fell from her eyes, and she didn’t stop them from falling. She was too numb. Her entire body felt frozen. Her father was going to see her having sex. And if he didn’t abdicate the throne, they were going to send the video to the entertainment industry.

It was all too much to take in. It was happening much too fast. She didn’t know how to react. Her shoulders sagged and she covered her eyes with her hands.

When a hand touched her shoulder, she stood and whirled around.

“You have to go back to your room.”

She attacked him. The anger seemed to burst from inside her and she rushed at him with a growl.

He hadn’t been expecting that. She’d looked so helpless, so defeated. He didn’t know how he ended up on the floor with her on top of him, tearing his shirt apart.

“I hate you!” she spat. He didn’t think anyone else had said those three words with that much conviction.

Her hands moved into his hair and she pulled, trying as hard as possible to tear out as much hair as she could by the roots. The pain nearly made his eyes roll back in his head. He’d been punched in the face countless times, but the agony of having his hair pulled was really something close to getting his crotch kicked.

He rolled her under him in one quick move, dislodging her hands from his hair. She wriggled and kicked and spat profanities, but like the night before, it was so easy for him to subdue her. She was small and had little strength.

She spat on him. Right on his cheek. Then she bared her teeth at him like a wild animal.

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