The Messenge (Iva and Nick) novel Chapter 372

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The world had narrowed to a single point of terror.

Nick’s weight pressed down on her, his body heavy and unrelenting. His hands were everywhere-rough, demanding, tearing at her clothes with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The smell of alcohol and wolfsbane clung to him like a shroud, making her stomach churn with nausea.

“Nick, please,” Iva sobbed, her voice cracking. “Please stop. You’re hurting me.”

He didn’t listen.

His fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising, as he forced her legs apart. She tried to squirm away, to create distance, but he was too strong, too determined. His knee pressed between her thighs, holding her in place.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with alcohol and something darker. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m done waiting.”

His hand fumbled with the fastening of his pants, his movements clumsy but purposeful. Iva’s breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She felt the cool air against her exposed skin as he yanked her underwear aside.

“No,” she whimpered, her hands pushing uselessly against his chest. “Nick, please. Please

don’t do this. Not like this…”

“Shut up,” he snarled, his eyes wild and unfocused. “Just shut up and let me have you-”

He positioned himself between her legs, his body heavy and insistent. She felt the blunt pressure of him against her, and a fresh wave of terror washed over her.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, not like this. I love you. I love you, but not

like this-”

And then, he thrust into her.

Iva screamed.

The pain was sharp and immediate, tearing through her like a blade. She felt herself tear, felt the burn of his intrusion, felt the violation of her body in a way that made her soul shatter.

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He was inside her.

Forcing himself into her.

Against her will.

Against everything she had ever believed about him.

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Tears streamed down her face as she lay there, her body frozen in shock and pain. He moved inside her, his rhythm rough and desperate, his breath coming in harsh grunts against her

neck.

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He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

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“You were supposed to make her choose you. Make her want to get rid of that pup on her own. But instead, you drove her further away. You made her cling to that thing even harder.”

Nick’s face went pale.

“She was never going to get rid of it,” he said, his voice defensive. “I could see it in her eyes. She was-she was attached to it. She would have-”

“Then you should have been patient!” Rhys exploded. “You should have waited. You should have let her come to you. But no. You couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you? You had to push. You had to take. And now everything-everything we’ve worked for-is in jeopardy.”

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