Page 135 of Sinful Lord

“No.”

“But you’ll keep them?”

“If you want, I can destroy them,” To my surprise, a small laugh breaks through Tytus’ hard face. “… But if you stay, we could use them for something a little more fun.”

“Fun?” I ask, confused.

My brow furrows as Tytus turns and walks back around the bed. Picking up his laptop he holds it to his face and types in commands as he sits down on the mattress.

“Come here,” he says, before adding, “If you’d like.”

I don’t move. I can’t. It feels like a single step could dislodge the buildup in my eyes. I’d start sobbing.

“Here’s what we can use the tapes for,” Tytus says. Clicking down on a file, he turns to face me. I look past him as a video fills up the screen.

It’s this room.

I’m on the bed. Tytus is on top of me. His powerful ass thrusts me into oblivions.

I remember how good he felt. But it doesn’t excuse what he’s done.

“Why are you showing me this?” I rasp.

“Do you like this position?” Tytus asks, pointing at the screen. “Or do you prefer this one?”

With another click, he switches clips. Now, I’m on my side and he’s pounding me from behind, arms smothering my breaths as my hips sway against his hard body.

“Please…” I whisper, not understanding.

“The tapes,” Tytus says. “They could be used as… lessons. You tell me what you like. The positions. The places. The dirty talk. We can watch it all together, piece our favorite bits into a—”

“I’m… I’m not worried about sex right now,” I interrupt.

“What are you worried about?”

“I’m worried about what you just said,” I shout, overwhelmed. “About the tapes. About everything. About how you said you love me…”

“It’s the truth.”

“I…” I’m not sure how to respond. “Your plan,” I divert, shaking my head clear. “You wanted to use me. But to what end?”

Tytus closes the laptop.

“To get back to my family.”

“How was I going to help you do that?”

“By marrying me. By carrying my child. By being my way into the Kilpatrick empire. So that I could be with my brother and sister again.”

“And if I refused, you would have shown me those videos… as a threat?”

“Yes.”

“And if I didn’t care that my family saw them?” I bluff, knowing that I would never dare do anything that might risk those tapes falling into my family’s hands.

“Then I would have gotten you pregnant.”

The blast of that revelation nearly blows the tears from my cheeks.