Isn’t it already?
My palm pressed to my leaping heart that was squeezing inside my chest, but I kept going, not listening.
Haven’t you tried escaping before and failed? Didn’t you realize running was never the answer?
Running was never the answer to save my sister or myself. Tonight, I realized if I stayed any second longer, I couldn’t be saved either. The coyote would eat me whole, and I’d be lost in my beautiful monster forever.
I had to run. It was my only hope left.
My heels echoed heavily on the floor as I reached for the curtains. Abruptly, his warmth folded around me, caging me in his strong arms, ruining everything. “Let me go.” I wriggled, panting.
“You know I can’t do that. Wouldn’t do that. Not before. Never after what you said tonight.”
I fought as hard as I could. Banged the back of my head against his nose. Speared him in the ribs with my elbows and in the feet with my heels. He growled, but none of my moves had the power to stop him from dragging me up and pinning me to the table. How much pain could that man take? How much was enough to stand a chance against him?
“Get off me!”
Snarling, he forced my arms behind my head and held my wrists together. Then, his hand shoved down my dress and ripped my panties.
“No, no, don’t. Don’t!”
He smelled them, and his eyes rolled back. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl, baby.”
“Dom, no, please. Don’t. Not like this.”
“You don’t get a choice, remember?” He threw my panties on my face, and the shame of my arousal filled my nostrils, sending frissons of need all over me. I jerked my head so they’d fall off. This was the last thing I needed if I was to fight. If I ever stood a chance.
He unzipped his pants and spread me open. “And it’s Daddy to you.”
I struggled to press my legs closed, but he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. Locking my legs around his waist, he slammed inside of me. I cried out, still not used to the stretch his cock gave me.
“Yeah, baby girl. Scream for Daddy.” He thrust in me hard and fast. “Let everybody know you’re mine. Let them hear what a dirty little slut you are taking Daddy’s cock like that.”
Heart wild, I gasped hard, crazily aroused by the decadent danger of being exposed, of being caught, of being seen forced to become that dirty and disgraced. “Daddy, no. Please, Daddy. I’m your little girl. Don’t do this to me.”
“My baby girl is so bad.” He spanked me between strokes. “She deserves to be punished.”
“Yes.” I gave in to the guilt, to the twisted pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, punish me. I deserve it.” I’d long deserved it. I’d brought all of this on my sister and myself when I let my rapist use me instead of killing him. I didn’t deserve to be saved. “Punish me, Daddy, and never stop. I deserve it all.” Ineededit all. My eyes locked on his predatory ones. “Fuck me. Fuck your little girl. I’m your dirty, little whore. Fuck me, Daddy.”
His cock penetrated me deeper, faster, harder, fucking me like a starving beast. “Si, baby. Take all of Daddy’s cock you fucking love so much.”
I screamed and purred and moaned like the filthy bitch I’d become for him, submitting only to him. He swelled inside my wetness, the sounds of his cock slamming into me driving me faster to the edge, feeling everybody in the restaurant watching and listening to me being fucked by this beautiful monster even though the curtains were closed, witnessing my fall from grace.
My walls clenched around his thickness in surrender, my orgasm rapturing hard, shattering me in pieces. He kept moving, prolonging my climax until he roared, and his cum shot inside my pussy.
My beautiful monster filled me whole, marking me his as I fell darkly and irreversibly for him.
CHAPTER 38
Nicky
Watching Dom take a dip in the sea had become a morning ritual. In spite of the freezing cold, he swam every day at dawn, while I enjoyed the view, mesmerized. His olive, tattooed skin glistened deliciously with the water droplets. His salt and pepper hair was a sexy wet mess. He looked like a god in the waters, standing tall, unfazed by the cold or the raging sea.
“You should try it some time,” he said as I wrapped a towel around his shoulders.
“I’m not a…sea person. The pool, yes, but the sea in January… Maybe in the summer.”
He smiled. “Then why are you at the beach if you don’t like it so much? A little birdie told me you weren’t a morning person either.”
