Every single time.
I couldn’t see where they took her, but I knew she was close.
I couldn’t find the house she was hiding in.
But I would.
I was good at that—at finding Frankie Blake when she tried to hide from me.
She thought she was safe, playing house with both of those Neanderthals like the perfect little slutty housewife taking both of their dicks every night as if it was normal and sane.
Bullshit.
Frankie thought she could disappear with them, and I’d stop looking. Stupid. She was mine. She had always been mine.
I remembered the sound of her voice the night I took her virginity years ago. She was sixteen, and I had pushed drink after drink into her hand at that party, loosening her up after she dragged me along for weeks, keeping those pretty little thighs closed tight like a little tease.
But not that night.
No, that night she had fallen onto her back and spread her legs for me like the perfect little slut I wanted her to be.
She was perfect that night too. God, she felt so good wrapped around my dick each time.
It was the start of my obsession with her. One I never grew out of, like I thought I would. So, I made sure she never left me, not like her mom wanted her to do when she graduated high school. Not like her friends begged her to when they realized she was cutting them off for me.
Instead, I convinced her to leave with me. To run away somewhere far away so that no one could try to rip us apart.
Somewhere we could be happy and alone together.
We made it a few years before she started threatening to leave. Before she started telling me everyone had been right about me the whole time.
Before she started fighting me off her when I tried to fuck her after she picked a fight.
Damn, but those nights were almost better than the nights that she came to me willingly.
The sound of her voice when she cursed and spat her venom at me. And then the way her voice would break when she fought against me.
She was so beautiful like that—weak, desperate, trembling under my hands as I fucked her. She never understood that I was her only lifeline, everyone else abandoned her when she left. I fed her. Clothed her. Paid for everything she had until she had nothing but me.
And all I wanted in return was her body. Her loyalty.
Until she fought me so frequently that I only started wanting her when she screamednowhile I fucked her.
She was so good at it too. She’d cry. She’d fight. She’d scream like a brat, like saying no would ever mean a damn thing when she was mine.
When shebelongedto me.
Stupidly, she got pregnant. Again. I hated it when she was pregnant. She stopped fighting me when she was growing an alien inside of her. Instead, she just lay there and let me do whatever I wanted to.
Even though she still felt good as sin wrapped around my cock, I needed the fight back from her. That was what I craved.
So, I went elsewhere for it, and she didn’t even care. I fucked whoever I wanted while she stayed at home, sucking me dry of money and patience, raising the girl while she grew the boy like it protected her somehow.
It wasn’t like she had anyone; I kept her so locked down for years, she didn’t have anyone in her life to turn to. No one to tell. She didn’t have friends or family; she didn’t even have freedom. She had only me.
I should have seen her submission for what it was, though. She was buying time to run.
To flee from me like a fucking coward. She checked out of the hospital early after having her son and ran.
