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He gave it a lazy stroke and I watched as pre-cum beaded on the head. After pumping it a few more times, he dragged my ass to the edge of the mattress, bent my knees to my chest, and thrust deep inside me.

I cried out in surprise. There was a spike of pain with the pleasure as he roughly claimed me. Riot took me hard and deep, not seeming to care if I liked it or not. The feverish gleam in his eyes told me enough. I took each punishing stroke of his cock, closing my eyes and letting my emotions wash over me. Since he didn’t know how to feel, I’d have to do it for the both of us.

“Look at me, Hollis,” he demanded. I opened my eyes and held his gaze. He spread my knees apart and stared at where we were joined. “You look so pretty split wide around my cock.”

Despite the pain and humiliation I felt from being used like this, there was something undeniably arousing about it all. The way he looked at me, possessive yet covetous at the same time, sent a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. It was as though I existed only for him -- to satisfy his needs and desires however he saw fit.

It felt so wrong but also so right as he took control with each thrust claiming what was his. As he took me harder, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. He held my hips tightly, using them to control the depth and pace of his thrusts.

On the next stroke, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I came, crying out his name. The heat of his release filled me, and then he collapsed onto the bed beside me.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he murmured before kissing my shoulder.

His words sent a wave of heat spreading through me once again. It was clear that this wasn’t just physical for him -- there was genuine emotion there too, even if he didn’t realize it… it might not be quite what either of us were expecting when this relationship started, but that didn’t make it any less seductive. Knowing I made him feel something was a heady experience.

“I’m upset about the tracker,” I said. “But I’m glad you did it. If you hadn’t, I’d probably have been tortured to death by Crash and Kane. Then you would have lost me and our baby.”

He placed a hand over my belly and I covered his with mine. This was going to be the most fucked-up family ever, but it was ours. I’d been alone for so long, and now Riot had given me the one thing I always wanted.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, lightly touching my wounds. The bruises had faded and were nearly gone. The stitches had come out, although the cuts hadn’t fully healed.

“I’m fine, Riot. I needed that as much as you did. In case you missed it, I’m tougher than I look.” I smiled at him faintly. “Although, I’d prefer not to put it to the test again.”

“Come on. I’ll wash you in the shower, then you need to sleep more. The doctor said you still need rest.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. Riot helped me remove my clothes, then took off his own. Once the shower spit out steamy water, he led me under the spray.

I’d never felt him touch me so gently as he washed my body and hair. I didn’t dare bring attention to the fact he was treating me so well. If I did, it would probably set him off. In Riot’s eyes, he was always cold and heartless. But he wasn’t. Not really.

I didn’t deny he was a killer, and remorselessly took countless lives. If it weren’t for the fact any people who wandered into town and stayed too long were forced to remain here, the town would have died out long ago. I wasn’t sure how it all worked, but I knew the sheriff and mayor had a system in place. I’d overheard them one day.

Riot, Crash, and Kane had no choice but to remain in Raven’s Vale until the day they died. It was the only way to guarantee they wouldn’t be locked back up. Which meant I was stuck here forever too. But I hoped one day, our baby would be able to venture out into the world. Unless they were a killer like Riot. And like me. He’d twisted and molded me until I became someone I didn’t recognize. Then again, perhaps this was who I was always meant to be.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he said.

“Sorry. A lot has happened, and I guess I’m still processing everything. Especially the part about me being pregnant.” I paused. “Did you tell Crash and Kane?”

He nodded. “They know, and they’re aware if they ever try to hurt you again, I’ll make them suffer. You’ll be safe here now, Hollis. I promise.”

I leaned into him, pressing my head against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat over the sound of the shower. It soothed me. I didn’t think he’d like hearing me say as much so I kept it to myself.

“Tired?” he asked.

“Yeah. I think I need to sleep some more.”

Riot shut off the water, helped me dry off, then carried me back to the bed. He rummaged in the dresser and pulled out a nightgown, helping me dress, before tucking me into bed. It was the most absurd thing ever. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be tucked in by a serial killer.

“Sleep well, Hollis. I’ll keep watch over you.”

“Night, Riot,” I murmured right before sleep pulled me under.

Chapter Fourteen

Hollis

The bed dipped under my weight, the springs groaning like they were sharing in my dread. I’d played this moment over and over in my head, each scenario more nightmarish than the last. Talking to Riot, The Butcher of Raven’s Vale, about our child and my fears -- shit, it was like wrapping my neck with a noose.

“Spit it out, Hollis.” Riot leaned against the wall, arms folded as he stared at me.

His shadow stretched across the floorboards, reaching for me like the fingers of death. I craned my neck to look up at him, feeling like prey cornered by a predator too used to the taste of blood. Actually, that was pretty accurate.

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