Page 31 of Intertwined Souls

Ryker spins me around and tips my chin up to meet his eyes. “Talk to me, little flame.”

Exhaling, I start to explain my thoughts to him and by the time I’m done, my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, it’s ridiculous I know. Don’t worry about it.”

Ryker narrows his eyes and pulls me with him to his bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, he has me stand between his legs and grips my hips.

“Don’t say sorry for telling me how you feel about something. Ever. I want every thought in your head. Every. Single. Thought. If I could connect our minds, I would because I want to know everything you are thinking and feeling. It’s okay to not be ready to play again yet. But listen to me when I tell you, she can’t take those happy memories away from you.

“Yes, she used it to get what she wanted, but all those memories with your mom will overpower what she did, and I will help you get there whenever you’re ready, understand?”

I nod, and silent tears roll down my cheeks. Gripping the back of my neck, Ryker pulls my head down to him and kisses my tears away before pressing his lips against mine. I melt against him and raise my knees to rest on either side of his thighs.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles against my lips.

We get ready for bed with me stealing one of Ryker’s shirts to sleep in. Crawling under the covers, Ryker pulls me against him and kisses my forehead.

“Part of me wants you in my clothes at all times but also not because every time I see you wearing something that is mine, all the blood in my body rushes to my cock,” he groans playfully.

Snorting, I snuggle down against him, throwing one leg over his waist and enjoying the comfort he brings me, the comfort they all bring me, especially when it comes to taking away my nightmares. Or so I thought.

My hands are zip-tied to the headrest above my head in the old, beat-up truck. David drives causally, like he doesn’t have a care in the world that Cade is fucking passed out in the back or I’m tied up in the front.

He lights a cigarette and cracks his window to flick the ashes out. He puffs smoke out of his mouth on a sigh, and a creepy smile stretches across his face.

“Your mama was the best, kid. Never gave me any issues. When she finally became mine, she didn’t fight for long. It only took a few good hits before she was submitting beautifully for me. Her screams those first few times I claimed her sweet pussy were music to my ears. There is nothing better in this world than tearing up a ripe, young pussy while she screams, cries, and begs for me to stop. It only turns me on more.” He groans and adjusts himself with one hand.

Breathing through my nose, I try to keep my mind blank. Don’t think about it. Don’t listen. Focus on anything else. The trees we pass as we drive farther away from the beach, the smell of the cigarette and some kind of oil from the truck…

Distracting my mind from his words doesn’t work when he opens his mouth again.

“But you, you won’t be that easy, will you? It makes me wonder how you ended up being Lilian’s daughter when you are nothing like her. She was weak. Let men take advantage of her. You are stronger.”

He takes another drag of his cigarette before he continues.

“That just will make it so much more fun to break you. The reward of seeing you broken and crumbling at my feet begging for my cock will be a glorious day. I wonder how loud you’ll scream. Will you cry for me? You may try to stay strong at first, but I will eventually break you down until you are nothing but my worthless little whore.”

He hums to himself and reaches toward the radio, turning it up to listen to some old country station.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I chant in my head, Don’t respond. Don’t fucking respond. It’s what he wants. He wants you to yell and fight with him. To cuss and scream. Don’t do it.

“Your mama was my girl for years. Always did what I wanted and got rewarded with my cock every time.” He lets out a throaty laugh before frowning. “But then my fucking daughter had to go and get herself in trouble at the club and the only way out of it was by giving them something they wanted.”

I clench my jaw so hard I feel my molars grind. It takes everything in me not to scream at him to shut up. I don’t want to hear any of this. I can’t—I can’t picture my mom that way.

The pain in my chest intensifies, making it harder to breathe. It feels like someone is laying boulders on my body, crushing me. And I suppose he is, just mentally.

Mentally crushing my soul. Shattering my good memories into a thousand pieces.

“I obviously couldn’t give them my daughter, so I had to send Lilian to them.”

Fucking cunt, I want to scream at him, but I bite the inside of my cheek, holding it in.

“When the club was run by a real fucking president, Killer,”—Gabriel’s dad—“we had all sorts of fun spots in the club. One of my personal favorites was the X-cross. Spread her out standing up and let anyone do whatever they wanted when walking by. Her screams and tears made my dick rock-hard, so of course, I’d have to still use her tight little pussy when I’d take her home at night.

“No matter how many men used her for their own enjoyment, she was still tight as a virgin every time,” he says wistfully.

Bile rises in my throat, and as much as I try not to, I can’t avoid imagining my mom in these situations. Being terrified out of her mind and in so much pain.

She suffered at his hands for fucking years and years. That was her life and yet she still did everything in her power to protect me and give me as good of a childhood as she could. If I could go back in time and hug her again and remind her how much I love her and appreciate her, I would. Even if I was a brat half the time growing up because I didn’t understand why she took the precautions that she did.

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