Page 285 of Heart So Hollow

Suddenly, Brett’s eyes dart away, “He—um…” she hesitates, “Bowen fucked up my birth control…”

As vindictive as she’s being to him right now, it’s still cute that she feels the need to stop and tell me, as though she still has some sort of responsibility. As if it could deter me.

“Did he? That’s rude.” I cinch the belt in one quick motion, making her wince, and then tilt my head with curiosity, “Are you telling me this to dissuade me or entice me?”

She looks up with a hint of amusement, “I’ve never been a good liar.”

Now she’s just playing. She just wants to hear me say it. And I’ll happily give her what she wants, because she also knows I’m not some piece of shit like Bowen who tries to trick and assault women into birthing his young.

“Then I guess he’s going to watch me put my baby in you tonight, isn’t he?” I loop the slack around my fist, “If it means that I can completely erase him from your body, then I’ll keep going until our baby has your nose and my eyes.” I lean in close to her with a cruel smile, “Then I’ll send him a birth announcement. Any more concerns?”

She gives a quick shake of her head, “No.”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I ask with satisfaction.

She hesitates for a moment, but only because she’s so damn stubborn, even now. It’s like a reflex to her. But, soon, she starts nodding her head vehemently, “Yes.”

I run my tongue between my lips hungrily, “Because now you’re the one who doesn’t want me to leave?”

She grinds out a nod, still holding on to some shred of defiance toward me. It’s a high that remains unmatched; the ability to hold something as powerful as her in my hands and, with a twist of my wrist, bring her to her knees. But it’s not keeping her there that does it, it’s the feeling of her tapping out when she’s had enough and knowing I’ll listen to her. It’s feeling her sink into me because she trusts me with her whole life.

And she always has, even when Bowen got into my head and I hurt her because I ignored my problems with fast cars and too much alcohol. She might’ve been afraid of me after that, but when she finally let me get closer, I knew she still trusted me.

I grip the belt at the back of her neck, “You still love fighting me,” I say, hovering over her face, "so much that you came knocking on my door and now you’re melting into my bed, your pussy soaking my sheets, but you still can’t come right out and say what you really want.”

Immediately, Brett’s eyes go dark and I see that familiar twitch in her eye as her jaw tightens with indignance beneath my grip. I’m so hard just looking at her that it feels like my dick’s in a goddamn vise.

I brush my nose back and forth against hers, “Is it too much like saying I won?” I taunt her.

“Yes,” she growls, her expression toggling between disdain and excitement.

“I hope you never change, Brett. As much as I love seeing you finally surrender to me, I hope that, deep down, there’s always that little spark of hate that keeps you alive. And since you’ve already tried to kill me once tonight, I think we’re even.” I twist my wrist, making her cheeks flush as I cut off her air, “Now you can start fucking me back to life.”

After a few moments, I release my grip and let her gasp a lungful of air. Once she catches her breath, she gives me a coy smile, “You’ll fuck me like I want you to, now?”

I shake my head, “I’ll fuck you like I want to, and I’ll do it until you forget every other name that came before mine. And then you’ll see what it’s like to love me the way I love you.”

Her eyes lock on mine and even though she gives an eager nod, her expression says otherwise. And that’s how I like it, that same fear and apprehension that washed over her the last time she realized what kind of nightmare she was dealing with. Except, by the time she realized it, it was too late for any escape. Now, Brett’s volunteered herself to be part of the nightmare. And I’ll oblige her because it’s just as much for her as it is for me.

With a rough jerk, I pull her against my chest and start tightening the belt again. My phone sits on the side table, etching this scene into the ether. Tears well in the bottoms of her eyes as she starts to suffocate, and the tighter I squeeze, the harder her fingertips dig into my shoulders. But she hasn’t tapped out yet. I reach down with my other hand and slide it between her thighs, flashing her a feral grin when I feel how soaked she is. Her mouth falls open, but no air rushes in or out.

She taps my chest a moment later, face flushed and eyes wet. And the instant she does, I let go of the belt and push three fingers inside her, drawing a gasp followed by a curse as she clings to my shoulders.

I grab her waist and pulse against her wall, “Oh, you’re going to feel so good,” I groan, “you’re still a tight fit for me, aren’t you?”

I’ll do whatever she wants me to do because she needs to see what it feels like to be on the other side—what it feels like to take your power back after being beat down, torn apart, and everything stolen from you. In her case, it’s not just some sex tape made in a dim bedroom to stick it to her sociopath fiancé; it’s karma. And it won’t fix everything, but it’s a start.

Releasing her, I collapse back against the pillows where the last belt I used on her is still knotted tight and frayed from where I sliced it off her wrists. I beckon to her with a curl of my finger and watch her slink over the sheets toward me, crawling over my legs and straddling my hips.

She’s a fucking vision; thick, muscular thighs spread wide and her pussy weeping straight onto my dick while her long curls fall over her shoulders, framing her gorgeous tits. Behind her, the glow from the camera feed shows the wrecked house and Bowen skulking from room to room.

I run my fingers beneath my belt still cinched around her neck, “I’m going to get you a proper collar to wear around my house. Would you like that?”

She rolls her pussy back and forth over my cock, “I’ll wear your collar around my house...”

“Then I’ll build you a house to live in with me,” I say as I guide her hips back and forth, “and that’s all you’ll wear.”

“In Colorado?” she smirks.

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