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“Can you taste my double dose of cum in there?” he asked with another smirk.

My hands trembled with anger.

I could picture him with no friends or family. He was too nasty and had little to no social skills.

How could someone be so—vile?

What an utter bastard.

Chapter 12

Kyle

My eyes never left hers as she sucked away on her pineapple and cum flavoured smoothie. The fury in her eyes made me want to fuck it out of her. She didn't irritate me like I thought she would. I enjoyed fucking with her. It was like I was transferring all my frustrations onto her by torturing her mentally and physically.

My eyes went to the white strips of tape on her cheek. I couldn't wait to see the healed scar running from her eye down her cheek.

She was perfect when I watched her. She was perfect when I abducted her. Now, she is voiceless and scarred, but to me, she was perfection. Every emotion showed on her face and the way she came all over my cock—I’d never had a woman cum so hard that she sucked the cum out of my balls that fast.

I wanted to yank the cup away from her and put her face down on the bed to fuck her asshole. I wanted to watch her asshole stretch and strain to take my cock again.

Abruptly, I stood up, turning my back on her to put my boxers and jeans on.

She was going to drive me fucking crazy when I was meant to be driving her crazy.

“Hurry up and finish it,” I said, snapping viciously at her.

I needed to find out how she got her grubby little hands on my manuscript so this could never happen to me again.

???

I nudged her shoulder and pushed her towards my living room. My eyes ran over her naked body. Her feet hadn’t been as bad as I thought they would be after her little run in my garden. In another few days, they would be fully healed. Her long dark hair covered most of her upper back, but it only drew my attention to her swaying ass.

I should have fucked her ass before bringing her down. Perhaps then, my focus would be on the task at hand. I pulled my eyes off her ass and took hold of her arm, and pulled her into the living room.

After shoving her onto the sofa, I opened up both laptops that were on the coffee table.

“Show me where my book is on your laptop or if you have it saved elsewhere externally on an online cloud,” I said.

She leaned over, and I watched her breasts tilt forward, but her hair covered most of them. I shook my head before sitting down beside her and unlocked my laptop with the finger sensor.

Once I had loaded up my manuscript, I glanced at her screen, and she had left her Dropbox page open. I reviewed her saved manuscripts, and nothing on them resembled my book. They were exactly the same as the ones on her laptop.

I slammed my fist on the wooden table.

“Where the fuck is my book?” I screamed at her.

She jumped and started to move along the sofa. I gripped her wrist and held her in place.

“I will get a fucking hammer and smash both your hands in until they are broken beyond repair,” I said, holding her hand up.

“Where is my fucking book?” I asked again, trying to calm myself down.

When I finally brought my eyes to her face. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. The scar that I had admired made her look pathetic now. The fear was blatant in her expression, but I was too angry and needed to get to the bottom of this.

“Type it out. Tell me where my book is and how did you hacked into my system to get it,” I gritted out before dropping her wrist in disgust.

I watched as her trembling hands opened a Word document before she started typing.

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