Page 12 of Silent Tears


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Even though my mind is screaming at my body to stop, my pussy walls wrap tightly around Sebastian’s dick as he leans down and kisses, licks, and nips my neck. My eyes stay glued to the wall, even though I can’t see shit. But I fucking refuse to look at him right now. His left hand is on my throat, and his right hand is holding tightly onto my leg as he continues to push in and out of me. His moaning and breathing make me want to throw up.

Even after all this time with him, the thought of him claiming me shattered my heart. My wrists and ankles are still chained, my body is filthy and bruised, and there is nothing I can fucking do about it.

My body betrays me, leading him on, telling him that this is something I want, but it isn’t. What I want doesn’t fucking matter, it never did. My eyes fill with tears that won’t fall, and my mouth wants to scream, but they will not come. Sebastian was right when he told me I have no power or control over what happens to me. My brain can’t control my body and its response to Sebastian’s dick inside me.

He picks up his pace, filling my pussy with his hard dick; by his breathing and motion, he is slow, slow to his release that will soon be inside me, making me feel even more filthy than I already do. Sebastian has changed a little recently, the way his eyes search mine and his voice tone. It is tricking my mind and making my emotions completely go unhinged.

There are moments when he seems to be a nice, kind man, but just as quickly as they come, they disappear into the darkness, replaced by screams, name-calling, and slaps. His emotions are just as unhinged as mine are, which is interesting. He has all the power and control, and still, he proves that his power and control are starting to slip from his fingertips.

The more he wants me, the more distant I become and the more unhinged we both become. If I am going to suffer in this fucking hell hole, I am fucking taking him down with me one way or another. We will both fucking burn together in hell.

For, after all, he is my puppet master, and I am his fucking dirty whore of a puppet.

14

Christian

My body stands still against hers as she looks into my eyes. My heart races as she leans into my touch, as her eyes look into my black fucking soul. Her eyes are curious and filled with passion and desire. Two things I want to keep, two things I only want her to have in her eyes for me.

“I love you, Christian,” she whispers as she leans in and connects her lips to mine. My hand tightens around her throat as she opens her mouth, letting me enter. Her fucking taste makes me moan into her mouth as I push inside her wet pussy.

Her walls tighten around my dick as I prop myself over her and move my hips. She digs her nails into my back, encouraging me to move faster. There is something about pain and pleasure that makes me lose complete fucking control.

I break the kiss so I can look deeply into her eyes. “Ho bisogno di te Nicolette.”

She moans my name as my dick moves in and out of her pussy, and the bed hits the wall with every forward motion…

“Christian,” Ty screams my name, pulling me out of my dream.

I quickly sit up and look at Ty. He is standing next to my bed with a man on his knees. Ty has his gun pointed at his head. Ty’s eyes are locked with mine as I nod.

He nods back and pulls the fucking trigger, and the sound echoes through my apartment, making my ears ring. The man falls to the floor, and Ty puts his gun back in his pants. “Who the fuck was that?” Ty asks, looking down at the man he just killed.

That is a good fucking question. “I don’t know,” I say in an enraged and concerned voice.

Ty kneels next to the man and starts pulling up his sleeves. He has ink, but it is not anything that I recognize. We have been taking down more and more sex houses lately, so it could be anyone wanting revenge for me and my men killing their family members.

People trying to kill me is nothing new; I wait for it. This man had some balls coming into my house. I need to fix the fucking cameras and security system because if he can get in my room, then that means anyone can, and that will not fucking do. Ty grabs the man’s arms and pulls him out of my room. I fall back into bed and stare at the ceiling.

The dreams are coming more and more; whenever I close my eyes, she is the only one I fucking see. Fuck man, I am losing my God damn mind.

15

Nicole

3 Years Held Captive

Dirty.

Whore.

Slut.

Puppet.

Broken.

The men tell me I am all these things, and I believe them. I see it now. They are right. Why didn’t I see it before? They have been telling the truth this entire fucking time. Sebastian has been telling the truth this whole time; this is where I am meant to be. This is what I fucking deserve.

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