Page 33 of Slaughter

Fucking bastard!

“Stand up,” he demands from behind me.

I pull myself up off the table with a whimper. My body screaming at the movement. My tangled hair falls around my face, and I’m all but gasping for air. My face wet from tears and sweat.

“Turn around and drop to your knees.”

A shiver runs through me at his voice. It’s no longer rough. Now it holds authority once again. As if what we just did didn’t happen.

I do as he says, mainly because my shaking knees can’t hold me up. Avoiding eye contact, I try to ignore my pussy throbbing with need between my legs. I bow my head, not wanting him to see me like this—desperate for him.

“Look at me, Bunny.”

I hate that tears still run down my cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and look up at him. His blue eyes stare down at me without any emotion, and the tears slip from my eyes as a whimper escapes, unable to hold it back.

He reaches out and runs the pad of his thumb over the handprint on my face as if he fucking cares that anyone slapped me around. “So fucking gorgeous.” He says it like he still cares about me, but he can’t. We can’t go down that road again. He can keep me as his fucking sex slave as long as he wants, but this is all I can be to him. Because the truth is, I don’t have much longer. “Even when you cry.”

Then he pushes my wild hair from my face and steps into me. His semi-hard cock is covered in our arousal and right in front of my face. His black slacks no longer clean. Cum leaks from the tip, and my mouth starts to water, thinking of what he will taste like. I didn’t give him head very often back then, and it never seemed to bother him.

Things have changed.

I try to shift my arms behind my back, the belt digging into my skin to the point I think it’s cut me.

“Open that pretty fucking mouth and clean me off,” he orders, taking his cock in his free hand.

I hate that the need to get off is so strong that I will do whatever he says in order to please him.

Without argument, I lick my lips and open them.

CHAPTER SEVEN

AVERY

I WATCH MY COCK SLIP between her pretty pink lips. Tears slowly run down her face, and her body shakes while she kneels on the tile floor.

I overreacted.

I didn’t plan on fucking her so soon, but when she threw my phone, I had a split second to decide my plan of action.

And I decided to put her in her place sooner rather than later. If I let her slide, she’ll run all over me. We both know that.

It’s like I told my brother—I don’t do empty threats. No matter who the fuck you are. Bunny is no exception.

I could have dragged her up the stairs by her hair, tied her face down on her bed, ripped off my belt, and beat her ass until it was fucking bleeding. Or I could have fucked her. I chose the option that most benefitted me. The three hits to her ass were just for fun, and she liked them. They turned her on. I’ll remember that for later.

She licks up my shaft, tasting me, and I moan, tightening my hand in her hair. I want to hear her come so bad. I want her to scream my name and need to show her that no other man can get her off like I can. But I can’t. Not yet. She has to work for it.

Earn it.

She closes her eyes and fresh tears run down her cheeks. “Open your eyes!”

She looks back up at me and whimpers around my cock. I pull out and then slide it forward. I release the base of my dick and slide my hand into her hair, shoving my hips forward. She tries to pull back when I give her more of me, but I don’t allow it.

My cock starts to harden once again while I fuck her mouth. The tears come quicker as spit runs down her chin. She’s never looked more beautiful.

Of course, I’ll never tell her that.

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