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Caden breaks and destroys.
And tonight, I’m his victim yet again.
My time thinking put me in an even weaker position. He’s holding my wrists against my lower back now. His other hand spreads my legs as he settles between them.
“Caden,” I cry out. “Please…”
He leans over me, and his calm whisper contrasts drastically with his violent movements. “Do you remember how I told you I’d do it, little bee?”
I fight against his hold despite knowing there’s nothing to do. He’d planned this all along, and I was the girl stupid enough to listen to him tell me how he would assault me and think I was safe from it since he cared about me.
He bites my shoulder and I whine loudly.
“Shh, your mom’s gonna hear you.”
“Please. Caden, this doesn't have to happen like this. I know you care…”
And that’s when he flips. His anger takes over as he cups my pussy roughly from behind.
“I care?” he seethes. He leans back and presses the tip of his fingers inside me. Even from above my panties, I can feel the rough invasion. “Maybe that’s what got us here. Because I.Fucking. Cared.”
He presses against my lower back with the hand holding my wrists. I wriggle against his hold to no avail.
“There were kids in that house. Do you understand that?” he hisses with fury.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My guilt doubles at the mention of children.
“I’m talking about the fire your crew started at my house, you little bitch.” He presses harder against my core, and I want to die of embarrassment. He’s going to feel how wet I am. How the panic of being at his mercy doesn’t mean the same thing as it did two years ago.
“I’m talking about how my nieces could have died tonight if I hadn’t come home just in time to run inside the house.” That’s when I understand the smell on him is of ash and smoke.
My heart drops so low in my stomach I feel sick.
Is that what Sam did? What Emma decided? To set fire to the Kings’ house?
“I didn’t know,” I choke out through guilt and fear. His nieces are just kids. Children who could have died in a war they don’t even understand.
“My dad’s dead,” he drops just before ripping my panties off my body.
He grabs my ass cheeks one after the other before slapping them harshly. I hiss from the pain while doing my best to stay as quiet as possible.
“I didn’t even like my dad,” he says casually. “I just hate the fact that he got killed by insignificant NSC people. It’s fucking annoying.”
I hear the telltale of his belt unbuckling.
“Wait,” I whisper in a panic. “I can’t do this. I c-can’t. Not after what happened tonight. Please…”
I feel the leather of his belt wrapping around my wrists and dread truly grips my stomach.
“What are you doing? What are…”
“Stay quiet now.”
I shake my head harshly but don’t dare make another sound.
He fastens the fake leather around my wrists and lets go of me. I try my hardest to untangle myself from this mess, but with the way he tightened his belt, it won’t budge.
He grips my hips and tugs until I’m on my knees, my ass in the air and my cheek resting against the mattress. I feel humiliatingly exposed.
