Page 124 of Slaughter

I lean into her, my hand cupping her face and turning it toward me. She licks her lips and then leans in for me to kiss her. I do. Passionately. She moans, and I release her face and slide my hand into my sweatpants she wears. Then she’s moaning into my mouth, her hips bucking while I finger fuck her right there for all to see on my father’s couch. Her head pulls away from mine.

“Avery.” She gasps, her head falling back to the cushion. She comes, her hands in my hair, her body bucking wildly. Then I’m laying her down, removing my sweatpants and her underwear from her waist and tossing them to the floor. I push mine down to grab the base of my hard cock, and then I’m pushing into her while our lips find one another’s once again.

The screen goes black.

I look around my study, and Kayn is staring down at the floor, and Tristan is downing what is left of his scotch. “What is this …?”

The screen comes back on, interrupting me. Bunny sits in my father’s kitchen at the breakfast bar. She has her head down, and she runs her fork through her eggs.

“Hey, Pres.” I hear my brother’s voice.

“Hey, Vaughn,” she says, not bothering to look up at him. “Have you spoken to Avery?” she asks. “I called him earlier, and he didn’t answer.”

“No. But it’s not even nine a.m. in California yet. He’s probably still asleep.”

California? This is when I was gone. When I came back only to find out she left me.

“He always answers my calls.” She looks up at him and frowns.

He doesn’t say anything, and she runs her hand through her blond hair before pushing her full plate of eggs away. I can see the stress written all over her face. Her blue eyes full of worry and brows drawn down. “Maybe I’ll call him again…”

My father enters the kitchen and comes to a stop when he sees her. “Hello, Presleigh.”

“Hello, Mr. Decker,” she says with a nod of her head.

He looks at Vaughn, and orders, “Leave us.”

He walks out, and the screen goes black. I take a step closer to my large TV and then the camera comes back on, and you can hear her screaming in the background.

“Avery! Avery!” her voice shouts. The camera walks up to my room and opens the door. My father is dragging her across the floor by her hair. “Avery!” she cries out again.

I pause it.

She’s on her side, her hands up in her hair where he grips it. Her face turned away from the camera. He looks at the bed, his lips in a thin line and jaw sharp.

My heart slams into my chest knowing exactly what this is.

I screamed for you. But you weren’t there.

Is what she had said to me.

“Avery … man. Maybe you shouldn’t …” Tristan goes to take the remote from my hand, but I pull away and press play.

“He can’t fucking save you!” he growls and lifts her up off the floor before slamming her onto my bed. When she tries to crawl away, he grabs her shorts and yanks them down her legs.

“No,” she shouts. “Please don’t …”

He slaps her across the face, and she grabs her cheek, crying into her hands.

“You’re like all the others. Fucking begging. Just take it like the whore you are,” he snaps.

“Nnooo.” She chokes.

He pushes his pants down, wasting no time. Her struggle turns him on, and he’s already hard. Then he shoves her onto her stomach. She tries to crawl away again, but he pins her down. He brings her arms behind her back and hold them parallel across her back. Then he spreads her legs with his effortlessly. He takes a hold of himself and tries to enter her but growls. “Does my son go easy on you?” She sobs as her head faces away from the camera, her body still trying to fight him off. Her legs kicking the comforter and sheets. “That’s disappointing. I taught him better than that.”

He spits on his hand and then runs it over his hard dick. She yells out when he pushes into her with one hard shove of his hips.

“Stop it!” she cries “Please … stop …”

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