Trigger Warning: This chapter includes coerced sexual activity. Please proceed with caution or skip if needed.
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He spread her apart, rubbed back and forth before slipping his finger in. Rose had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. The Crown Prince had shoved two fingers right into her. Her other hand gripped the door for her life.
This was nothing like the night before. His movements were aggressive, almost like something had happened. Rose shook her head; she was just making excuses for him. The Crown Prince was cruel and ruthless, and he stopped at nothing to get what he wanted.
He pulled his fingers out, and Rose felt something smooth and slick at her entrance. She was unsure if the slickness was from her. Her eyes widened, and she tried to pull away. It was really happening. It wasn't Ander behind her. It was someone else. She groaned in protest, her hand over her mouth while the other still held the door to keep her from falling on her face.
