HARPER
I kept trying to shove Owen away while he tried to rip my dress open with a pocketknife. I didn't know how he got it. I didn't even care.
All I wanted was to escape the assault that was coming. I tried to knee him in the crotch, but his legs clamped around mine, holding them in place. Before I even knew what was happening, I tumbled onto the couch with Owen above me.
"Great positioning, Harper," he gripped, holding both my hands with one of his while the other worked at his belt. I felt sick.
"How many times did you and Uncle do it on the couch?" he asked.
"You're really a sick bastard," I said steadily. "Did you ever think about what Camilla would feel? The betrayal?"
"She doesn't care what happens to her sister," Owen murmured, leaning into me. He kissed the side of my neck, moving upward until he was close to my mouth.
"If anything, she'd be happy to see her sister being harassed," he said, latching his lips onto mine before I could speak.
