Page 70 of Slaughter

I kick the door shut with my foot and lay her on the dark brown comforter. Her arms go around my neck as I go to walk away from her. “Avery.” She moans, lifting her hips in the air.

“What, baby?” I ask, my voice thick.

“I need to be fucked,” she whispers.

My hand grips the white fabric of her dress and yanks it up her legs. She places her heels on the bed, and her knees fall open for me. “I need to come.”

I smile. “I decide when you come, Bunny.”

She groans in frustration. “Please, Avery. I’ve been good.”

I remove her arms from around my neck and stand to look down at her. Those big blue eyes are open and stare up at me, still heavy from sedation.

She slides her hand down her dress and between her legs. I reach out and grab it. She whimpers.

“No,” I say. “What did I tell you?”

“I haven’t touched myself.”

I’ve watched her every second of every day, hoping she would, and she disappointed me. I crawl onto the bed and place her hands above her head and hold them there. “I know.”

“Please. You have to …”

“I don’t have to do anything.” I will give her what I want, when I want. She needs to understand that.

I never watched her after she broke my heart. I never tried to find her. I didn’t want to know if she was married or had children. I had pictured her my wife. The mother of my kids. It would have been too painful to see her any other way. But I never stopped thinking about her. She consumed me even then. And I refuse to show her that now.

“I need you,” she whispers.

I release her hands and lean up on my knees, sliding a hand between us to her thighs. I push the soft fabric of her thong to the side to find her pussy soaked for my cock. For my mouth.

Using my free hand, I rip her dress down, exposing her breast to me. She’s not wearing a bra. I lower my head and take her soft pink nipple into my mouth. It hardens instantly. Her hands find their way into my hair, and she pulls on it

Sliding a finger into her pussy, I feel her hands in my hair, pulling my head up, causing my lips to release her nipple. “I need more,” she says, shaking with need.

I remove my finger from her and get off the bed. I undo the buttons of my shirt, and she licks her lips. Once it’s gone, I undo my belt and pull it from my slacks. I grab her hand and pull her off the bed. She sways on her feet. The drugs still present even though she is lucid.

I yank her dress over her head. “Turn around,” I order, and she obeys.

Grabbing her arms, I wrap the belt around her forearms, careful to stay away from her wrist. Her body shakes as I tighten it and then turn her back to face me.

Picking her up, I toss her onto the bed. She cries out, landing on her bound arms. I remove my pants quickly, along with my shoes and boxers before I shove her underwear down her shaking thighs.

She’s so wet for me her shaved pussy is glistening. I crawl on top of her, my hand going back between her legs. I slide two fingers into her, and she arches her back, moaning. “Fuck, I forgot how much I love that sound,” I say, watching her eyes close.

She licks her pretty lips and the urge to kiss them is strong, but I refrain. This isn’t about love and being intimate. This is about me controlling her body and fucking her. This is her payment to me for helping her out. She fucking ruined me! And now she’s back in my life. And I can do whatever the hell I want with her whenever I want.

My anger for her rises when I think about how many guys have had her over the years like this. How many she made fall in love with her only to leave them. My fingers pick up their pace, getting forceful, and she bucks her hips, fucking enjoying it.

“Oh, God, Avery. Please …”

I can’t stand the sound of her sweet voice. It makes me feel things for her that are not allowed. So I place my free hand over her mouth.

Her chest shakes as she whimpers into my hand. She inhales a long breath through her nose while arching her neck. My fingers continue to work between her legs as her body thrashes under me. My thumb plays with her clit, and I feel her pussy tighten. She’s so close. Her eyes open, and she looks up at me. Heavy and wanting. And for the first time since she re-entered my life, I can’t deny her anything right now.

This is bad!

But I don’t stop. I continue to fuck her soaked pussy with my fingers until she comes all over them.

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