Page 104 of The Masks She Wore

?When I didn’t answer, he leaned for my nightstand again and sat back against my thighs, pulling against my restraints. He was holding one of my toys. A small vibrator that was meant to suction cup to my clit and mimic getting tongue fucked.

?I groaned, my head falling back into the pillows as I tried to shake my head.

?“You think you have a choice?” He laughed. “That’s cute.” He hit the switch and slid it back between my thighs.

?I jerked, my sore and sensitive pussy throbbing, my head pounding, tears streaming into my hairline.

?Jack wrapped a hand around my jaw, forcing my eyes to his again. “If you don’t want to answer that question, answer this one; who fuckedyou in that dream?”

?I was getting close again, my body shaking as I tried to force it not to tense. Just one. One would help, I was sure of it.

?But he must have noticed anyway because he clicked his tongue, reached back, and plucked the toy out of me, my body collapsing again, black spots swirling around my vision. This was a cruel form of torture and some deep part of me loved it.

?“You’re not going to win, Rae.”

?“You,” I tried to say.

?He leaned in. “Sorry, what did you say?”

?I groaned, trying to flex my hands. “You!” I whimpered. My hands had gone completely numb, I realized, my arms couldn’t be far behind.

?He sat back on my hips, giving me an arrogant smile. “Good girl,” he hummed, placing that toy back.

?I jerked, bucking my hips as much as I could as I came violently.

?Once.

?Twice.

?Three times.

?He finally pulled it out and tossed it to the floor, the vibrations just a bee’s song as a roaring filled my ears. I was so fucking tired. I just wanted to sleep. Just for a few minutes.

?“Not yet, Princess,” he said, slapping my cheek lightly a few times. He crawled off me and leaned over my head, unclipping something from the headboard before returning between my legs, shoving his knees against the back of my thighs, running his fingers up my slit, pulling a muffled groan from my lips.

?Fuck, I was so tired.

?He slid his fingers into his mouth and moaned. “So fucking good,” he praised, pulling a weak whimper from my throat.

?Jack leaned back and easily flipped me onto my knees, pushing me to sit with my ass fully in the air and my head pressed into the pillows, my arms tingling as some of the blood returned to my fingers.

?He brushed the hair out of my face, whatever collar still remaining around my neck, but no longer pinching. He slid his hand from my ass to the center of my shoulder blades before grabbing whatever he had wrapped around them and pull me up.

?I cried out, my shoulders straining, my pussy throbbing, my body so taut, I was sure I would need to sit in a hot bath for days before I felt normal again.

?“I thought I was going to lose you,” he told me, his cock sliding up and down my slit. “Lose you to people who meannothingto this world, who arenothing.” He slammed his cock into me, and I whimpered, the feeling as good as it was painful. “You are in danger every second of every day,” he snarled, leaning over me, pulling my arms back until my back was an inch away from snapping in half. “People are after you, trying to kill you, and I have no idea why, but you do. It’s just locked away in that little head of yours and I want it out.”

?What thefuckwas he talking about—

?He pulled out and slammed into me again, pulling a moan from my lips. God, he felt so good.

?“I don’t expect it to ever come fully out, but I do intend to get some of it.”

?I looked back, trying to catch his eyes.

?His flaming eyes met mine, rage and fear reflected in them. He was covered in sweat too, panting. “It’s the nightmares, Rae. Your answers are in the nightmares.”

?He set into a steady rhythm, fucking me hard and deep until I came again, and he kept going. His rage clear, his worry clear, and I couldn’t help but wonder who he hated more. Those men for almost taking me from him, or me for making him care so much.

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