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How many times had he fucked her?
I fisted my cock with one hand and fingered her hard with the other. It didn’t matter. She had me now. She whimpered as her jaw clenched, desperation creasing her brow. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” Two hard thrusts of my fist and my cock twitched in my hand. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, her greedy fucking pussy so desperate for what I wanted to give. Fingers plunged inside her as come coated her slit, driving my seed inside.
“Oh…Ohhh…Godddd…”She bucked as much as she could with her knees so fucking wide. I stroked both fingers inside her.
“I will fuck the memory of him out of you if it’s the last thing I do,” I croaked, watching as she opened her eyes.
That stare was a shotgun blast to my chest. One I knew there was no coming back from. This was bigger than an abduction. More violent than rape. This was an obsession.
“Fuck,” I muttered, sucking in hard breaths.
Stunned. Silent.
There was only one reason for that, and it was undeniable.
She felt it too.
ELEVEN
Helene
No…
No…
No!
My heart fluttered, like a bird trapped inside my empty chest. Betrayal surged inside me, fluttering, racing. That surge of desire coaxed me to abandon everything I’d fought for and loved.
Monster.
I needed to remember his name. Histruename. This…this—I searched those stony eyes, watching his amused mouth quirk at the corner—this wasn’t him. Not the real him. This man was a murderer, a rapist. Jesus, he’d raped me, hadn’t he? He’d raped me before and again now. My pussy clenched, the throb in my clit ticking like a bomb inside me.
I was going to kill him.
I knew that.
I was going to put a bullet through his brain for all the things he’d done.For the Daughters.
He sucked in a hard breath and looked down at his come-drenched fingers. Ones he’d thrust inside me seconds ago. My body shivered as though I was sick.
“You will not shower,” he said, pushing his fingers back inside me.
My pussy clenched.
“You will wear the clothes I instruct.”
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
My pulse raced as he withdrew his fingers.
“I see you so much as hide a single fucking hair from me, Helene, and so help me God, I will fuck you raw.”
He pushed backwards, slowly climbing from the bed, and I had no choice but to watch him. Because he would. He would keep good on his promise. Taut muscles stretched as he adjusted his shirt, corded and well-used now that he’d taken out his anger on my body.