Page 191 of The Luna Duet

Ethan threw himself over the bed, knocking off pillows and bumping into me.

I went flying as my balance turned into bubbles, and I popped into nothing.

“Fuck it. You don’t get a choice anymore.” Wrapping his arms around me, he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

I fought for the edge.

I kicked as he landed over me.

I screamed as his knees imprisoned my waist and his hands grabbed my wrists.

I groaned as the room went black.

I clawed at my consciousness to stay sane, but sanity slipped through my fingers. Like water. Like air.

I blinked, and the moment had changed.

How many moments have passed?

My wrists were tightly bound.

I tried to bring my arms down.

Rip-roaring panic as they refused.

I looked above my head at the belt wrapped around my wrists and looped around the wrought-iron headboard.

I screamed.

Fuck, I screamed.

He didn’t even try to stop me.

He let me scream until I gasped for breath and passed in and out of awareness.

Pockets of moments. Snippets of heartbeats. I was here and there. This world and another. I was sick and horrified. Cold and terrified.

Aslan!

ASLAN!

“Easy there. Don’t give yourself a heart attack.” Ethan shifted off me, his hands once again going to his jeans. This time, he unbuttoned and unzipped, and with a smirk, shoved down his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh.

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!” I snarled.

“I think you’ll find I’ll be fucking you.” He laughed as his cock sprang out, thick and hard.

I screamed so hard, I passed out for a moment.

I came to with his palm tapping my cheek and my dress shoved up to my stomach.

Something broke inside me as I noticed he’d removed my white cotton knickers.

He spun them around his finger. “You gonna stay awake for this or fall asleep? Either way is fine with me. I still get to fuck ya.” Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a condom.

My heart smoked, blazed; it burned me into cinders.

“Zara!” I screeched. “Zara. ZARA!”