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“Is everything alright? Is there something else I can do?” she asks.
Fucking hell.
“Yea, actually. Try to push me off you.”
“What?” she says, confused.
“Fucking fight back.”
I'm getting pissed now. My hands find her throat and I squeeze and picture the girl chained up in my basement.
Now the bitch struggles with wide eyes and claws at my hands and wiggles beneath me trying to get free. “That's it, you dirty whore. Take this dick.” And just like that, I release her neck and pull out of her shooting my seed all over her swollen pussy with a grunt. She coughs and gasps for air.
“You fucking asshole. What the fuck is wrong with you!” she yells as she pulls her skirt back down and jumps out of my truck, slamming the door behind her. I sit back on the seat with my pants still down and watch her run back inside the bar no doubt with my cum dripping down her legs.
Fuck. Is this how it's gonna be now? My punishment for tasting the forbidden fruit that I'm now addicted to. I can’t fucking get off unless I’m being fought. Fuck. But damn does it feel fucking good.
Chapter 12
Callum
I'm stuck at work a bit longer than usual. I noticed Cole leaving on time and my mind had started whirling with images of what he’ll be doing to Lana while I'm stuck here, which only filled me with anxiety and made it impossible to focus on my job.
I speed home as quickly as I can and I walk in to find Lana pinned to the living room floor beneath Cole as he pounds into her. Her chain lays next to them, still attached to her ankle. She’s scratching and clawing at him, trying as best she can to fight him off but Cole seems to be enjoying the struggle more. Lana stills when she catches sight of me. Cole doesn’t bother to look up. He’s completely consumed in the moment. Lana quickly looks away from me as if she’s embarrassed and her clawing ceases as she lays there, arms now by her side.
There's times I hear her still putting up a fight and then others where it's as if she doesn't have the strength for it. A part of me wants to feel pleased she hasn’t given up the fight but with Cole seeming to enjoy it, I wish he wasn't getting any more pleasure out of it.
It takes everything in me not to rip Cole off of her. Every agonizing step past them tests my self-control. I enter my room and turn the TV up loud, drowning out the noise of what’s happening outside my door and crash onto my bed face-down. I have to figure out a way out of this. Lana can’t live like this and I sure as fuck can’t either. The guilt is eating me alive.
I'm scrolling through my phone in search of some kind of recipe, something Lana might like. I've never cooked a real meal for someone before. Besides the eggs and toast I usually make her, it's been just quick and easy sandwiches I throw together. She’s gotta be getting sick of sandwiches.
I find a pasta recipe that seems easy enough and we happen to have the ingredients. I begin cooking with repeated glances back to the recipe to make sure I'm doing it right. I finish and nervously take a bite. My eyebrows shoot up. Okay, that’s surprisingly pretty tasty. I feel excited now.
I place a portion on a paper plate and head down to Lana.
“Hey, I got dinner for ya,” I say, handing her the plate as Henry comes over, rubbing his head against my leg and purring.
“It's not a sandwich,” she says surprised.
“No, it's not. Figured you might be getting sick of them. I wanted to make you something a bit better.”
“You made this? For me?” she asks.
“Uh, yea. I mean, I tried. I found a recipe online. I think it came out good but you might hate it. It's okay if you do. I can get you something else. Maybe I should have asked what you like,” I nervously ramble.
“No, no. It's fine. It looks great. I'm just surprised.” She says before taking a bite. “Mmm, oh it's delicious Callum.” She continues shoveling bite after bite into her mouth and I can't hold back my smile.
“I'm glad you like it. I’ll try to keep the sandwiches to a minimum.”
“Thank you for this,” she sweetly says.
“Callum?” I hear from behind me as I'm walking away.”
I turn. “Yea?”
“Do you think I could take a shower? Cole has given me a cold, wet face cloth but–“
I interrupt before she can finish. “I’ll talk to Cole. I think we can manage that though.”
