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“You don’t want their money,” I say with certainty. “You want their time.”

I twist my fist in her hair and angle her face the other way, to study her further before releasing her and stroking the back of my finger down her cheek. “They should know you’re precious and treat you accordingly. They should be on your side, to fight for you. Be your champions. Your daddy should love you as much as he loves his work, and Stepdaddy should love you as much as he does his real daughter.”

“More,” she says in a labored whisper, as we move in perfect synchronicity. Tears slip from the corners of her eyes, falling to the moss below, and I loosen my grips to allow her to speak more easily. “Not as much,” she croaks, choking back a sob. “I want them to love me more than those things.”

“More.” I nod and lean in, to sweep tears from her cheek with the tip of my tongue. “But if they did, you wouldn’t need me to do this.”

She cries out when I push inside her, and I grunt with the effort, forcing her tight little cunt to accommodate my girth.

It’s pure heaven to bury myself in her heat, but I have a responsibility to her now. Will do everything in my power to give her an experience she won’t regret.

I study her strained, yet determined expression. The way her eyes watch me with such intent, waiting for me to show her something different than what she already knows. Something better. She’s uncomfortable, but she wants it. Wants me — the sick fuck who would ravage her body and cripple her wounded soul out of morbid curiosity, in a twisted bid for his own salvation.

Her eyes hold so much trust and faith as she gazes up at me, and my fate is sealed with that one look. I had planned to make her mine, but she has already made me hers.

I was born Jason Alexander King, but I never felt worthy of my last name until this moment — balls deep in a beautiful girl, who needs every ugly fucking part of me I created to survive my trauma.

She’s putting herself in my hands, and I can’t let her down.

Whatever she needs, I’ll give it to her.

I retreat slightly, and then slam my cock back inside her, making her take it all.

“Those useless little boys didn’t break you in very well. Did they, Princess?”

5

MANDI

Jason King has a way with words.

They spin in my head, while the weight of him offers comfort and the size of him threatens to tear me apart. Everything happening between us feels edged with danger, and yet somehow I know I’ll be perfectly safe with him.

I’m a filthy slut and a despicable temptress, and I need to be taught a lesson. I know that.

Melvin had raised his hand to strike me again, but when the impact hadn’t come, I’d unfurled from my defensive crouch, to see where the sickening crunching sounds were coming from.

My hero had come for me.

Though I quickly realized he was going to take his powers of protection too far, and while the thought delighted me in ways I couldn’t explain, I didn’t want him sent to prison for someone like me.

I’d tried to pull him off my stepfather — which was how I ended up pinned to the forest floor with him on top of me, not a lot of air, and a very wet pussy.

Jason fought for my honor. He saw my soul floundering alone and reached out, to connect us. He gave me pleasure, and now he’s taking it for himself. From me. And I want to give it to him so badly.

The pressure on my throat provokes the fighter inside me and adds an urgency that heightens every sensation as it overwhelms me, but his mastery of my body makes me feel like I’m in dependable hands. That I’m his, and he’ll help me leave my old life behind by welcoming me somewhere new. He’s giving me a place to call home, which I haven’t found anywhere else.

It’s all I want, and I’ll give him anything in exchange for it — my life, if he wants it. I should probably be scared by how much power that allows him to have over me, but I can’t find fear anywhere when I search my feelings. For some reason, the thought of dying by his hand makes me feel incredibly alive and part of the world, in a way I’ve never experienced before.

I’ve also never been so turned on in all my life. I didn’t know it was possible to adore being fucked hard while stuffed tight to the point of pain, but all I can think about is his scarily fat cock, teaching my insides what domination feels like. Does he like the idea of busting me wide open and leaving me ruined?

His thrusts grow harder, and I close my eyes, letting him stretch and break me until he’s a perfect fit. I want to be his, and I know what it will take.

It’s the first time in months that my eyes watered for reasons other than sadness, but I think he misinterprets my tears when they stream down my cheeks.

He stills, as if I need time to adjust to his size. But I don’t want respite. I pull up my knees and kick my heels into his ass, the same way I’d urge a stallion into a gallop.

But he isn’t a stallion.

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