"No Ian, I can't do this not to Cain." She tries shaking her head, his hand gripping her hair tighter.
"He was fucking a new woman every night Cam, forget him." Ian moves, his mouth pressing against hers, making her moan. She liked Ian. She remembers when she first met him. Cain warned her to stay the hell away from his friends, or she would know what for. Yet, Ian, that was one person Cain was explicit in telling her never to speak to, something about her talking to Ian scared Cain.
She should say no and fight; she knows she should. Marcus should have replied, he won't answer, she knows he won't, he left her. Ian's grip tightens in Avalyn's hair, his mouth moving to kiss down her neck.
"Emily, God Ian Emily." She can't do it. She hated Cain for what he did to her.