Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: 22-Fucked Against The Tree

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It wasn’t as if I’d never felt this before, fighting to preserve my dignity.

It had happened too many times, especially after I was left alone.

But the way Ragnar came at me felt even more demeaning and soul-crushing.

I had come here for revenge, not to become a victim of their brutality.

He pinned both my hands above my head with little effort and lowered his face toward mine, his knee wedged between my legs.

He was so massive that he blocked all the light falling across my face.

"Didn’t you say you would fuck me?" he muttered, throwing my own words back at me.

"Let me go," I pleaded.

But he only chuckled. A moment later, the chuckle grew into a maniacal laugh.

"It’s always women like you who have big mouths until they end up under a bigger man," he hissed, pressing his forehead against mine.

I could see his gray eyes from up close.

I hated how fresh his breath was.

I wanted his teeth to rot.

I wanted him to be imperfect.

I wanted him to be hiding some disease, but he seemed perfectly healthy.

Even his scent was strong and strangely mesmerizing.

And I hated it.

I hated him.

I wanted to break him.

But at that moment, I couldn’t do anything.

I knew that if I went along with him and slept with him, it would destroy his relationship with Gigi.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

The way he was forcing me down left me unable to think of anything except getting away from him.

He kept my hands pinned above my head with one of his large hands while he started lifting my nightgown.

"No. No, you fucking bastard. You hurt my brother, and now you’re going to hurt me. I won’t let it happen," as I screamed, he froze.

Then he released my hands and straightened up before letting out a chuckle.

"So you were here for revenge," he hissed.

But before I could think about surviving him or escaping, he wrapped his fingers around my neck and yanked me off the couch.

The next thing I knew, his tie was wrapped around my neck, and he was dragging me behind him as if I were his pet.

Sometimes I managed to stay on my feet.

Other times, I stumbled and dropped to my knees, crawling unwillingly behind him before struggling back up, only to fall again when I couldn’t keep pace.

"Where are you taking me?" I screamed, tugging at the tie around my neck.

I had no idea how he had secured it. No matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn’t loosen.

No one said a word.

Not the manager and not even the guard.

Dressed in nothing but his shorts, he dragged me outside.

My knees scraped against the hard ground as he hauled me along before shoving me into the woods.

I landed hard, coughing as I tried to push myself up.

Before I could recover, he grabbed me from behind and slammed me against a tree.

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