Page 8 of Psycho Saints

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You? A father? You're fucked in the head, Cristian."

His grip on my face tightened, just shy of painful. "I may be fucked up, but I'd never bring harm to you or our child. Never."

"Our child?" I spat the words like venom. "We don't even know if I'm pregnant. And if I am, it might not even be yours."

Something dark flashed in Cristian's eyes, but his voice remained eerily calm. "That doesn't matter. It'll still be my blood in a way. My brothers', too."

I stared up at him, a mix of disgust and disbelief churning in my gut. "You're delusional. This isn't love, Cristian. It's obsession."

His fingers trailed down my neck, sending an involuntary shiver through me. "Call it what you want, kitten. But you're mine, and I'm not letting you go."

"You're harming me all the time," I hissed, my heart hammering wildly.

"True harm, my love. A little bit of pain with pleasure is something I will bring you, but I'll never endanger you, have death an actual possibility," he vowed.

I couldn't breathe. Cristian's body pressed down on me, his breath hot against my skin. My struggles were pointless, his grip unyielding. I ground my teeth, hating how he spoke words of possession and promises of a skewed version of love and family. He didn't understand any of it, not truly.

"Please, don't do this," I begged, my voice breaking. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as his hands worked his belt free.

"Call for Julian, and I'll make it worse for you, kitten. This is what's supposed to be. I promise you, this is right," he whispered as his teeth grazed my neck, dancing over my quickening pulse.

I knew there was no escape, and I didn't want to risk him hurting Julian. Would he hurt his own brother if I called for him? I was trapped beneath the weight of his body, his desire, and his twisted obsession. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing the futility of my resistance.

His hands roamed over my body, touching, taking, with no regard for my consent or my tears. I turned my head away, squeezing my eyes shut as if I could block out the reality of what was happening. But there was no denying it, no running from the harsh, undeniable truth.

Cristian was going to rape me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

His fingers curled into the band of my shorts and underwear, tugging it all down in one quick yank.

"Cristian, don't." I tried one final time to get him to stop, but he ignored me as he buried his length inside of me, the pain sharp and immediate. My body tensed, my nails digging into the fabric of the couch as I fought to distance myself from the violation. But he was relentless, driving into me with a ferocity that left me raw and breathless.

I lay there, tears streaming down my face, praying Julian would come down and stop this, my gaze focused on the staircase. Maybe even Tyrone would come home and end this for me, banish Cristian for this.

With each thrust, I felt a piece of myself crumbling away, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell. He didn't care of the risk this was, that if I wasn't pregnant, then this could alter that. no, it would be what he wanted. I was just a body to him right now. An end to a means.

"Cristian-"

His hand wrapped around my throat, my words dying under his grip as those dark eyes held mine.

"You are mine, kitten. Forever and always. We're going to have a family, and we will all be one big family. It's going to be perfect," he ground out the last part with a deep thrust that made me suck in whatever air I could get in.

I wanted to scream at him that he was fucked, that this was so wrong on so many levels, but there was something in those dark depths, a desperation, that made my brow furrow.

He was scared.

It was a startling realization, but he shook his head, as if he sensed I'd seen the truth, and those eyes became masked as his lips twisted into a snarl.

He drove into me, my body rocking on the couch as I trembled, my body unwilling beneath his.

And then, it was over. Cristian shuddered above me, his body going rigid as he found his release. He spilled inside me, filling me and claiming me as his, proving the power he held over me. Another tear streaked down my cheek as the numbness washed over me.

He bowed down, resting his forehead on mine.

"Scarlet, beautiful Scarlet," he murmured, almost to himself as I closed my eyes, wishing he'd stop this yo-yoing. Right now, it was like he was someone I didn't know. Not the man I'd thought I'd come to have an odd connection with. This man was a goddamn monster.

For a moment, he stayed there, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his breath mingling with my own, and my emotions and thoughts were a chaotic mess right now. I had no idea what he was thinking.

"You belong with us now, Scarlet," he said, his voice low and raspy. "This is where you're meant to be."