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How could he possibly make this good for me? Some psychotic organization is forcing me to make a baby. This will never be good.
He grabs the bottom hem of my skirt and slowly rolls it up my legs like he’s unwrapping a gift.
“You’re shaking,” he says as he bunches my skirt at my waist. “But I think I know a way to make you relax.”
Impossible.
He hooks a finger in my panties and pulls them aside, his eyes lighting when he glimpses my shaved sex.
Venus’s doing.
I can’t think of a time I’ve ever been more mortified, but I let him look because my humiliation is a small price to pay for my siblings’ well-being.
“Shit, you’re sexy…”he growls, licking his lips as a wolf would as it stalks its prey. He bends, inhaling deeply.“So fucking sweet.”
God, he’s filthy, but I won’t have to suffer this forever. Sooner or later, I’m bound to get pregnant, and he won’t want to touch me again.
His hot breath washing against my sensitive flesh makes my insides feel chaotic. Is it possible that somewhere deep inside me, I’m not entirely opposed to what’s happening?
Absolutely not.
“Time to find out what’ll make this pretty little pussy sing,” he says as he presses his face between my thighs and slides his tongue through the folds of my sex.
I’m stunned because I was sure that what he’d said was just a figure of speech.
Disgust roils my gut, but as I’m about to push him away, a pleasant heat starts radiating from my core.
Almost instantly, my body tenses against the foreign sensations now pouring through my body.
I should be appalled, fighting this audacious man who’s taken such privileges with my body, but I can’t say a word. I can’t even think straight.
My muscles grow taut as my sex turns into a live wire. How are these feelings even possible?
For the briefest of moments, Brock retreats, making me whimper.
Yes—I whimper, which is humiliating.
He chuckles as he rips my now-soaked panties down my thighs. A weird urgency takes over me and I want nothing more than to grab him by the hair and press him to me again.
Which is so very shameful.
“I definitely prefer getting to know you this way over small talk,” he says as he reaches up and undoes the button of the cardigan I’m wearing over my dress.
I don’t protest as he pulls it down my arms, and I continue to remain silent as the straps of my dress are brought down, revealing my breasts.
My cheeks burn with heat. Because I’ve lived in isolation my entire life, the thought of getting naked with a man had never really crossed my mind. It was an impossibility that’s just become very real.
And terrifying.
A calloused hand kneads my small breast and a guttural cry escapes my throat.
“See, I know how to take care of you,” Brock rasps as he bends to lick my sex again.
Brock is shameless, licking me with an eagerness I wouldn’t have expected. That he would enjoy something so vulgar is…fuck, it’s turning me on.
I curl forward, unable to sit upright. Brock answers my prayers by lifting my thighs and laying me back on the table. A few inches away is a candle, and I make a mental note to not knock it over.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Brock says between swipes of his tongue.
