She clenched her fists, and the man behind her tightened his grip on her arms. “You’re a pig,” she hissed, and spat in his face.
Nobody had ever hit her like that before. Sure, she had dated some pretty inexcusable men in her life. Some of them emotionally manipulative, some of them sexually coercing, but never, never had anyone ever struck her across the face like that. She felt like she’d stopped breathing with the shock of it, everything going white for a moment.
And then she inhaled with a gasp, and everything came flooding back. The side of her face burned from the force of the blow and she blinked as Barak grabbed hold of her, one hand on her throat and the other on her breasts, rough and unpleasant.
“Ares is a softcock,” he was saying, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. “Do you know how things went when he was gone? Better. Because I don’t let a pussy lead me around and tell me what to do. A woman’s place is to spread their legs when wanted and then fuck off and shut up. This place has been going downhill since that first bitch showed up. A woman in the arena. Absolute fucking travesty. Eh, Ezio?”
“Yes, boss. Traversy,” Ezio replied with an easy swagger. Marcie became more aware of him behind her, the way he was almost dragging her body back against him, just waiting for the permission to do so.