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"I'm not strong. You've made that clear," I hiss at him.
He smirks. "No, you're strong. You don't cower or cry. You have a fire in you. Emotions burn and you can't fight fire with fire. Don't let him put those flames out. Hear me?" He whispers, his own fire crackling in those eyes.
Why is he looking at me like this? Browning is an unfeeling demon who damaged his son, and the mother of his child, and the look he gives me is almost tender.
I don't speak but I don't shrink away either. Instead, I stay still as he leans into me and whispers close to my ear. "Be prepared for me tomorrow."
Be prepared? What does that even mean?
Then, I feel his hand on my thigh and bile rises in my throat. Oh, god, no. Please, tell me he doesn't mean he wants to… I gulp hard as his fingers trail up my thigh and his thumb touches my bare cunt.
I'm going to be sick.
"If he wasn't in the next room, I'd fuck you right now, pup." There's no misinterpreting the intention behind his words.
"What happened to not being into pedophilia?"
"I spoke too soon," he rasps in my ear and I nearly vomit on the spot. "Spread your legs. Let me feel you." His voice is soft, almost sounding like Xander, but I know just as well how horribly this man can hurt me. There's nothing I can do. No one knows he's doing this and no one would be able to stop him if they did.
I put space between my feet and his fingers glide along my slit, groaning in my ear.
"You feel so good. I bet you're so fucking tight, too." Then, his fingers press into me and I can't deny the wetness around his digits as he groans against my neck. "Fuck. So damn wet, too. I knew you'd want this, pup."
Lubrication doesn't equal consent at all. Not in a million years. I hate that it's him touching me, but my body reacts anyway.
"You're going to get fucked so good tomorrow. You've earned it for making such progress in this little amount of time. Expect hours of orgasms and cream pies." He pulls his face back and looks over his shoulder toward the living room, speeding up the pace of his fingers.
I hold no blame for the way my pussy clenches around the intrusion as his thumb circles my clit. I come right there, refusing to make a single sound as a tear falls down my cheek.
He might as well have raped me against the sink. I don't think the effect would be much different. This is worse than what he did last night. That seemed like a punishment. This is for his pleasure.
"That's right. Come quietly."
As soon as my orgasm fades, he pulls out his fingers and I watch as he licks them clean. Then, he leaves me alone in the kitchen to fall apart on the inside while staring off into space like he didn't just break me.
CHAPTER14
LAURA
I'm still shaking an hour after Browning did what he did to me and I haven't left the kitchen. I'm just sipping a beer, monitoring my heartbeat so I don't go into a full panic attack.
I watch everyone else have fun talking, but it's when my eyes finally meet Xander's that I steel my armor once again. He seems curious, but sends me a small smile. I can't even fake one. I'm barely keeping it together.
I was assaulted and nobody even knows it happened. I doubt any of them would care too much if they knew. The women have been conditioned with this being normal and, well, the men are abusers.
I turn on the sink and grab the sponge, squirting soap on it. Maybe doing the dishes will calm me some. And maybe cyanide tastes like chocolate.
"Hey," Xander mutters as he walks into the kitchen. I barely spare him a glance as I grab one of the plates, but his eyes remain glued to the way the plate shakes in my hand. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" he asks, and I want to spit in his face.
"Not a single thing," I grit, but my hands shake even harder and the sweat pricks at the back of my neck.
Oh, no. It's coming. I'm about to lose it completely.
I shut off the sink, toss down the sponge, and try to walk past him, but Xander grabs my arm. Snapping my head around, I scowl at him. "Get your goddamn hands off me," I warn but he just stares at me the same way he did a few minutes ago. Confused.
"What's wrong? Don't walk away from me all pissed off."
"I'm not pissed off, Xander, but you go ahead and think that. It shouldn't matter how I feel. After all, I'm just a fucking rental. Quite a wonderfulmethodyou have indeed." My voice cracks at the end before I rip my arm from his grasp and hurry out of the kitchen, away from him, and straight out the front door, not caring who sees me leave.
