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“Good girl. What a good fucking girl,” Cole says, and Jo lets out a puff of air. Her back is arched, her eyes are closed, and she’s covered in pearls of cum. She’s beautiful and trapped andours. Fucking hell.

Jo struggles to get out of Cole’s hold, always fighting, always running.

My dick bobs painfully, even while anger fills me.

“Jo,” Cole tsks. “If you don’t come while watching him, I’ll make you come all night. It’s going to hurt if it doesn’t already.”

Jo moans a little as if in confirmation.

It has to hurt. A pulse of pleasure runs through me.

“Give him those pretty eyes,” Cole croons, continuing to play with her. Her hips buck again, and she glances at him, then down at my waist. Her eyes shift like she’s trying to decide if she’s going to obey.

I stroke my dick. Again. I hope she doesn’t obey. I want to hear her cry and beg under Cole’s fingers until she breaks.

And she will break.

Jo fixes her hate-filled eyes on me for a second, and triumph runs through me.

Then, she closes them.

“Jo,” Cole warns.

“I looked at him, fucker.” Jo squirms.

Cole glances at me.

I want to both laugh and beat her ass. If Jo wants to come all night, she can come all night. I’ll enjoy her misery.

“Fuck you.” Jo explodes, coming on Cole’s fingers while squeezing her eyes shut. Her cheeks are pink, and her lips parted.

“What a naughty girl,” Cole moans. I groan, jerking myself off, coming again, but it’s not satisfying. I shift so I can mark Jo’s wrists again. Where that fucker touched her. The fucker, who should be dead right now. Even more anger fills me.

I snap a few pictures of Jo’s face—bright, flushed, and hot with pleasure and hate. Although, she still won’t look at me.

“Fuck, Jo. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.” Cole rocks against her body, grabbing his dick and coming on her stomach. He groans deeply. “Well, I am. You might beg for the first time in your life.”

I straighten, grab my boxers, and throw them on. Cole is still braced over her, panting.

Jo still hasn’t opened her eyes. “Get fucked, Cole.”

He shudders out a laugh, pulling off her. Finally, Jo opens her eyes and reaches to wipe the cum from her.

“Don’t touch it,” I order, snatching up Jo’s phone. “You want your phone so bad? Use it. Post the picture.”

Jo narrows her eyes.

I find a picture where she’s mid-orgasm, covered in cum, and Cole and I are only visible as shadowed limbs. I send the rest of the images to myself. I turn the phone around. “Post it. With the caption: ‘It’s so good to be owned.’”

Jo glances between us. I shove it into her hands. Cole scoots next to her so he can see what she’s doing.

“To your old account,” I say.

People still think Jo’s missing. The cops still think she’s missing. She’s not missing. Not anymore. It’s time to get them off our asses.

“I don’t…I don’t remember the password.” Jo goes to wipe her wrist, and I arch an eyebrow.

She stops.

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