His hands pulled me down, shoved me to the floor. My skirt ripped as he pushed in. Rough. Ruthless. No warning. No mercy.
I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
By the time it was over, I lay there on the cold marble floor. Breathing in silence. Still.
He leaned over, brushed a piece of hair off my face, and pressed a kiss to my temple like he hadn't just wrecked me.
“Harmony,” he murmured, voice calm now. “Don’t betray me again. You still got my tracker inside you. Don’t forget it.”
His thumb brushed against the ring on my finger.
The one he gave me when he promised forever.
“The Eternal Bond collection,” he said, like it was some goddamn joke. “Margaret wants it on the wedding day. Give it to her.”
My vision blurred. The back of my throat burned.
“That ring was ours,” I said. “It meant something.”
He smiled like I was being dramatic. “It’s a piece of metal. I could get you ten more if that’s what you want. Don’t start acting like a child now.”
Of course. Just a ring. Just another lie.
I took it off slowly. My fingers were shaking, but I didn’t let it show. I dropped it into his hand. He didn’t even look at it.