Page 74 of Master of My Life

woman struggled and screamed against him. He slapped her breast, and she shrieked. He

did the same to her other breast and then turned and slammed her into the wall. A

horrifying wail erupted from her throat as Khyan held her face against the wall and guided

his cock into her pussy. She coughed and blood spattered against the wall. He fucked her

hard for several minutes before moving back and letting her fall to the ground. Blood

dripped from her nipples and Sabrina couldn’t see the needles anymore. She swallowed,

knowing they’d been driven into her body.

“Please, Khyan, stop!” she begged, crawling off the bed to him.

Khyan turned his angry eyes onto her. “You wanted to be selfish and touch yourself.

This is the result. Sit back down and play with your cunt!”

She obeyed. Though she didn’t want to, she had to. The woman’s face was drenched with

tears as Khyan pulled her to her feet. He watched Sabrina’s hand between her legs for a

long moment and then grinned as he pushed the girl to her knees. He grabbed her head and

brought his cock to her face. She immediately opened her mouth, and he shoved his cock

straight down her throat. She struggled against him.

“You do not like that, little one?” He flashed a wicked grin. “Then how about

something different?”

He brought his cock to the woman’s eye and looked back at Sabrina. She knew what he

was going to do and squeezed her eyes shut and screamed.

Chase made his way to the lobby of the opera house with his mother, Richard, Kathy, and hundreds of

other audience members. He couldn’t wait to see Sabrina and pull her into his arms and kiss her and

ask her . . .

He swallowed, determined to ignore the clenching in his stomach. He knew she would say yes.

Wouldn’t she?

What if she’d changed her mind between then and now? What if tonight opened an entirely new

world to her that neither of them anticipated?

Someone put a gentle hand on his arm. He looked down to see his mother’s gentle smile. “It’ll be

okay, Chase.”

“What will?”

“You look nervous. I imagine you’re thinking about the big question.”

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