Page 43 of Better Hide

Cole presses the blunt edge into my clit. “Yes, you do, I remember.” He snaps his gaze up to mine, and suddenly, he’s angry. “I remember everything, Jo.”

He grips my shorts, and in a flash, he rips his knife through them.

“Cole!” I gasp, struggling to get away. But I’m trapped. My arms are tied, and he’s got my hips between his thighs.

He rips my shorts and panties away from my crotch, exposing my pussy to him.

“I remember your chicken and sage dinners, your favorite cereal, and I remember the tank tops you wore every day.”

Cole buries his head in my pussy, taking a long lick. “I remember your onion powder, your wooden ice cream bowl, and your fucking midol.”

Cole bites my clit, making me jump. “I spent months trying to remake the meals you made for us. Also spent months stalking you online. Learning about you. Your family.”

He looks at me with an angry glare, yanking his dick out and rubbing it on my clit. I’m already wet, and he knows it. He gives me a devilish smirk.

“I don’t think you forgot about us, either.” Cole lines up with my pussy and slams inside.

I cry out as he fills me all the way up. Cole yanks back and slams in again, throwing his head back.

“Yeah,” I grit, pinned under him. “I remember you guys. What you did. What you put me through.”

“Yeah?” Cole reaches down, pinching my nipple hard. “Do you remember all the times you came? Because I fucking do.”

I feel Jayden shift under me and stroking himself.

Cole hisses, “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and get me off. I’m going to use this pretty little body to come—whether you want me to or not. Got that, lemon drop?”

A rush of heat runs through me.

“Yeah, I think you got that.” Cole gives me a sinister smile. “And I’m going to do it over and over until you learn you can’t run from us. Ever. I’ll fuck you senseless until you get that through your pretty, stubborn little head.” Cole’s eyes flash in anger, and he leans in. “You don’tgetto say no. You don’tgetto call the shots. We do. We’ll take care of you. We’ll fight your battles. We’ll feed you, clothe you, bathe you, fucking hell, breathe for you. Stop fighting us.”

I stare into Cole’s eyes. He looks mean. Angry. Oppressive. It makes me want to fight him. To push back against the pleasurehe’s giving me. I give him a sweet smile. “I’ll never stop fighting you.”

Cole yanks almost all the way out and slams into me hard. “Fuck, Jo. I’ll reverse this vasectomy and pump you so full of my cum that I’ll put another baby in this belly. Then you can never leave me.”

I suck in a gasp, pain filling my chest. Our baby.

Everyone in the car stills.

Cole leans over me, his voice cracked, eyes still wild. “I wanted that baby, Jo. I didn’t care if it was Jayden’s or mine; it wasours,and I wanted it. I’ve spent the last six months missing someone I never knew.”

It feels like my chest cracks open. I spent the past six months trying to forget. I wasn’t ready. But damn, if I didn’t try to hide from myself every time I thought about it.

Cole clears his throat and presses into me again. He reaches his hand down to play with my clit. “Now you’re going to come like the dirty slut that you are, and I’m going to fill you so full that my DNA drips out of you every time you move,” Cole growls in a possessive tone, and the words send a thrill through me. “I might not be able to get you pregnant now, but I will. Soon. And then you can never leave.”

Despite everything, my body loves what he does to me. The way he plays with me numbs every other thought. He builds me higher and higher until I come all over his fingers and dick.

Cole groans, pumping into me steadily. “You’re not done yet.”

He continues to play with me as I come down, building me back up immediately.

“Cole,” I moan, the stimulation heavy and overwhelming.

“Too bad, Jo.” He continues playing. “If I have to suffer, you do too. We’re in this together.”

I jerk away from the restraints, but my hands are securely pinned to my hips. Sensation and pleasure mount until I’m on the edge of coming again.

Cole forces me to come over and over until it begins to hurt. He’s angry, and it hurts something deep in my soul.

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