BREELYNN'S POV
I am tossed like a rag doll into Elio's chest, and his arms naturally wrapped around my torso. Pushing against him, I struggled to get away, but he just held me tighter. This vile creature was going to rape me. Not again; this can't be happening again. "Marco, help me. Please. Don't let them do this to me."
"My baby brother can't help you. He never could; he was just being a very bad boy by prolonging the inevitable. He pissed off the wrong group of males trying to keep you for himself. Look!" He spins me around and pulls me back into his chest. And despite his earlier claim that he can't get hard for me, I can feel his erection on my lower back. A fresh wave of panic overtakes me.
The jerkiness of him whipping me around causes my hair to cover my face and block my view o
