Page 57 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 1

“You gotta try her out, Jim. She’s fucking tight.”

Jim laughed and flipped her over onto her stomach, her raw nipples pressing against the rough blanket, before moving behind her. His finger strayed down to her hips. “Maybe I should try out her ass.” He pushed forward and forced a finger inside her tight ring.

Anna whimpered. She clenched her ass muscles involuntarily and he laughed.

“That would feel fucking awesome.” He took his finger out and shoved it into her pussy. “But it’s been a while since I’ve had a nice hot pussy.”

He pushed her ass up in the air and kneeled behind her. Her face stayed buried in the bed, her arms still pinned against her sides by her dress. A muffled sob escaped as he shoved his cock inside her pussy.

Her mind and body went numb as he pounded into her over and over again. When he paused, Anna held her breath. He pulled out and pain ripped through her ass as he thrust inside her in one quick movement. Anna screamed against the mattress, the numbness vaporized.

She sobbed as he took her hard and fast. Every pull and push of his cock was like a sharp knife inside her ass. Anna squeezed her eyes shut and prayed for him to finish quickly. Tears streamed into the fabric beneath her face. A couple extra hard thrusts and he was done. He pulled out and she fell sideways on the bed. She curled into a ball and sobbed into the mattress as their voices faded away.

After a long while, the house grew silent. Anna sat up and strained her ears, but there was no motion or sound anywhere.

She blinked back tears. How had she softened so much after being gone from Master Jack for less than two weeks? This sort of thing had happened all the time when she’d lived at home. It had bothered her there, too—at least at first—but... things had changed. Things were supposed to be different now. She felt different. She’d met Kurt. And Wilhelm. They’d given her hope. Devin had promised things would be better. And they had been.

Until they weren’t.

Anna listened again, but heard no sound. She crawled off the bed and on to her feet, wincing at the pain all over her body. She straightened her dress, zipping it as best she could. Her shoes were still on her feet, but she pulled them off so she could tiptoe out the door and down the stairs.

Both men appeared to be passed out on the couch, an ashtray between them.

Anna crept toward the door without taking her eyes off them.

What are you doing, Anna? They’re going to wake up and beat the shit out of you.

Maybe not. Maybe this time will be different.

Her purse sat on the floor near the couch. She crept over and picked it up, then turned back to the door, which didn’t appear to be locked. Wincing as she turned the handle, she slowly pulled the door open and glanced back at the men. They hadn’t moved.

As she slipped through the narrow opening, her heart skipped a beat at the sudden squeak, but the men showed no signs of waking up.

Once outside, she took two steps away from the house and then took off, sprinting barefoot down the street along the back of the shopping center. She ran around to the front where she’d parked, pulling her keys out of her purse as she approached. The car was in reverse before she’d completely closed the door.

Anna sped out of the parking lot and drove a mile before realizing she had no idea where she was heading.

Following Ian’s instructions, she pressed the “home” button on the GPS, only to realize she was going in the opposite direction. With the computer’s guidance, she found the freeway and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 24

Anna was still shaking when she pulled up in front of the Manor. Why hadn’t Ian driven her? None of this would have happened if he’d driven her. She shoved the car in park and sat for a long moment, hands clutching the steering wheel and staring at her lap. Would Devin be furious with her? She’d tried to fight the man off, but it had just turned him on.

In all honesty, she wanted to call Devin and have him come to her and hold her and tell her everything would be alright. But would he?

She rubbed her temple and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to decide what to do.

Then she lifted her head. She had to tell Devin what had happened. Her necklace was still at the shop and he would ask why she hadn’t gotten it. And she couldn’t lie to him.

She sighed. All she wanted to do was go upstairs, take a shower, and sleep until she was healed, physically and mentally. Well, the mental healing didn’t come with sleep. It never came. But sometimes it eased the memories. Especially when she dreamed of the man with the blue eyes...

Alex. The man had a name now. And he despised her. She looked down at her hands as her heart sank. There would be no more comforting dreams with his presence.

Swallowing hard, she peered through the windshield and saw Ian standing in the doorway, looking as solemn as he ever did. If nothing else, Ian would know something had happened. And he would tell Devin even if she didn’t.

As she exited the car, she smoothed the wrinkled fabric of her dress. She tried not to limp, but her entire body ached and her ass was on fire.

Ian watched as she slowly climbed the stairs to the entrance. “Are you alright?”

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