Page 32 of Slaughter

No amount of alcohol or drugs could erase my mind. Memories. They’re a sickness with no cure. And I’ve been slowly dying ever since I lost him.

I suck in a long breath when he glides forward again, slower than last time. And without thought, I shove my hips back, trying to push against him. My silent plea that I want more.

Need more.

He chuckles, and I close my eyes tightly. The sound making me feel more ashamed than anything he could possibly do to me.

Now he knows that I want him.

I’d rather him think I had a temporary lack of insanity than think I willingly gave it. That after all these years I still want him.

I’m so fucked up.

So I fight.

I use my chest and legs to push myself off the table. I get about three inches before his hand shoves the side of my face back down. I start wiggling my hips back and forth. “Get off me, Avery!” I growl in frustration when I’m unsuccessful.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he releases the side of my face and leans his chest on top of my back, pressing my hips against the edge of the table and placing all his weight on me. Making it hard to breathe, he then slides his hands into my hair, gripping it tightly. He yanks my head off the cool wood, pulling it back, and I hiss in a breath. His hips go faster, fucking me with pure rage. Hard and fast. My eyes close, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes.

He places his lips by my ear. “You want me to take it, Bunny?” he demands roughly.

I don’t answer. I can’t. If I open my mouth, I’ll be done for. My pussy is already wetter from the new position. The domination.

I hate myself!

I hate him!

“Is this what you do with the other men you fuck? Hmm? Let them take you home and then pretend you don’t want it?”

New tears run down my face at his words.

“Make them overpower you to let them feel like they’re in charge?” he growls. His hips slamming into mine rattle the table.

“That’s not the case now, Bunny. I am in fucking charge! Do you understand me?” He pulls back and then slams forward. A sob comes out of my parted lips when he hits that spot, making me wetter. “Fucking say it!” he snaps, his hips continuing their assault.

“You’re … in … charge,” I manage to get out on shaky breaths.

He doesn’t let up on his hold of me or his fucking. He’s ruthless. And before I know it, my lips are open, gasping for a breath, and my eyes are heavy as that sensation starts to build.

“I feel your pussy tightening around my cock,” he taunts.

I whimper. He never was one to talk during sex, and pure jealousy courses through me at the thought of all the other women he has slept with since me.

My arms have gone numb, and my back hurts from him pressing them along with the belt into my skin and muscles. I can feel the bruises that have already formed on my hips from the sharp edge of the table.

But none of it matters. That sensation starts to build more, and I suck in a deep breath as he pulls back and slams into me over and over.

“Tell me you’re about to come, Bunny,” he demands in my ear roughly.

Sweat covers my body, and the buttons on his shirt dig into my back and arms with each thrust. “I’m … almost … there …” My voice trails off when he yanks my head back even farther, making it harder to breathe at this angle. All I can see is the white ceiling above us with the crystal chandelier hanging. My body begins to warm. It starts in my thighs and moves to my stomach. I close my eyes, waiting for it to take over my body completely.

Without warning, he thrusts his hips forward, and I feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes with a grunt in my ear.

He stays that way for a few seconds and then pulls out, letting go of my hair. My face falls onto the table with a heavy thud, and I suck in breath after breath. My body shakes with need.

He didn’t let me come!

I close my eyes, panting as I realize that was his plan all along. That was my punishment.

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