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“So pretty like this. Such a good girl.”
I bask in his praise, cherishing the morsels he sprinkles on me like a ravenous dog being fed by her deranged owner.
His feet kick my legs apart, exposing me to him. The sound of his zipper coming down fills the room, and I’m well aware of what’s about to happen next. I should tell him I’ve never done this before, follow my mother’s wishes about how my chastity is a virtue and how I should wait for the right man but none of that matters because the man my pussy wants is Finn. He might not be the right man, but he’s the man infused in my bloodstream. We were born in violence. There’s no reason that I would expect anything else from him.
His fingers violate me, moving up and down my slit in a preview. He inserts a finger into me, and I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth. Gentle kisses pepper my skin as he adds another finger. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait to stretch this tight little hole.”
I grit my teeth and brace myself, holding on to the edge of the table. If two fingers are this painful, I can’t imagine what his cock will be like inside me. “Your fingers are so big.”
“You’re doing well, baby girl, being so good. This pretty cunt of yours is going to be sore for weeks once I’m done with you. You want that, don’t you, baby? To be sore and my good little slut?”
“Yes,” I admit. I want to give him what he needs, be what he wants.
I close my eyes and grunt as he inserts another finger. He moves three fingers in and out of me in slow, methodical movements that have me consumed with both pain and pleasure. His thumb moves to my clit as he circles my nub, making me moan.
“Such a good girl. Your greedy cunt is taking my fingers like a pro. You like it, don’t you, baby?” When I don’t answer right away, I feel the sting of his hand as he slaps my ass. “When I ask you a question, you answer like a good girl. You won’t like what I will do to you if you turn into a little brat.” I groan as he slaps me again. “Oh, Slugger, so wet from a few smacks on your ass. Did you know you were such a good little whore?”
“Please,’ I beg, the word spilling from my lips of its own accord.
“Please, what, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“Please,” I say again, unable to fathom any other word.
His cock jabs near my asshole, and I freeze. He wouldn't just take my ass while his fingers were in my pussy. He wouldn’t be this cruel, this ruthless.
He killed your mother, Anissa. When did you get this stupid?
Even as the thought of how violent and heartless Finn is etches its way to the front of my mind, it isn’t enough to make me fight. I want him. God help me, I want this man.
Chapter Eight
FINN
I want to tear into her, fuck her like an animal, consume her body, and own it in every single way. I want her to forget everything and everyone and only see me, only feel me. This wave of possessiveness is so foreign to me. I’ve never even touched a woman willingly, but all I want to do is drown in her.
I let her think that I’m going to go in her ass because I like the fear I sense in her. Something about the horror in her eyes and the stillness of her body makes me harder than I already am. I know it’s fucked-up, but that unhinged mentality has been the reality of my life.
I remove my fingers from her wet cunt, and ram my cock into her with no warning. I go in quick, and I go in fast. “Fuck. Your pussy is so tight.”
I still when Anissa screams. Her shrill cries are loud and filled with horror. I’m a big guy. My cock is something that most men and women would dream of, so I know I’d be too much for almost anyone to handle, but the way Anissa screams sends terror coursing through me.
“Anissa?”
She says nothing. All I hear are her sobs that penetrate my heart like dull knives.
“It’s okay. Keep going,” she finally says.
“You sure?”
“Yes. You’re just so big,” she says through gritted teeth. “I didn’t even think it was possible for a man to be so big.”
I bend down and kiss her shoulder, trying to reassure her with my touch that no matter what, I’ll take care of it. I’ll make anything I do to her during sex okay after. It’s a silent promise that I’m praying reaches her.
I move in and out of her more gently, cursing myself for going in so quickly, especially knowing how fuckin’ tight she is. But she was gushing like a faucet, and I thought she could take it.
