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Chapter 9 Think Of Me Only, We Will Do It

Anya de Luna's POV

I’m struggling to process everything.

This is crazy.

Terrified out of my ever-loving mind, my eyes dart over Riccardo Ponti, Darius, and the other three men. Just the thought of them raping me turns my insides to stone. Then there’s the threat that they’ll kill Xander and me.

Even though the past three days have been hell, I still don’t want to die. I’m still hopeful Xander’s father will rescue us.

One of the men watches me with blatant lust, and my stomach rolls with disgust. God, please don’t let them rape me. They can tear all my fingernails off– just don’t let them rape me.

When Xander reaches for the zipper of my pants, he whispers, “Keep your underwear on. I don’t want them seeing you.”

A fresh wave of tears spills from my eyes, and I swallow hard on a sob as I nod.

“Focus on me,” he reminds me.

I’ve only had sex once. It was last year, and it hurt a lot.

Xander pushes my pants down to my feet, and as I step out of the fabric, he takes hold of my hips and lift
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