Page 90 of Cruel Riches

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Nate

Regret slicedthrough me like an icy knife. My chest ached, and my limbs felt electrified. I had to move. Had to get the fuck out of this place.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I risked one more glance at Alexis before I turned and stalked away. She was still kneeling on the dirty mattress in the dark cell, eyes hard and face pinched in a regretful grimace as my cum dripped down her dirt-smeared legs. Her lips were bright red and swollen, and there were already bruises on her skin from where I forcefully grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall.

She looked fragile, broken-down… and hot as fucking hell.

She knew it, too. She wasn’t the weak, delicate little doll she pretended to be. Not even close. She’d used her feminine wiles and engineered this seduction in a transparent attempt to make me pity her, maybe even fall for her, so she could try to manipulate me into letting her go.

I should’ve known what she was up to the second she started looking at me like that and implying she wanted me to fuck her. Should’ve resisted her succubus charms and pushed her away.

Fuck.

If I were being completely honest, I did know what she was up to in the back of my mind, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. It was like she’d cast a spell over me. She was filthy and wild-looking, with grime coating half her body and hair that was stringy with grease, but she was still beautiful.

Too fucking beautiful.

There was some sick, soft part of me that had difficulty understanding the danger a girl like her represented, even though she was a murderous little bitch. That part of my mind could only process her stunning beauty, so when she started touching me earlier, plump lips spilling all those sinful words, I couldn’t resist. It took over the rest of me, drowning out even the strongest shouts of protest in my brain, and before I knew it, I was grabbing her and tearing her panties away, ready to fuck every hole she had until she bled.

And fuck, she wanted it just as bad.

When I mercilessly plunged into her the first time, she wasn’t quite ready. She was too tight, and I saw the pain-stricken wince on her face as I shoved myself deeper, inch by punishing inch. But then she started dripping all over me, soaking my cock as full-body shudders wracked her. She was greedy for me, raking her nails down my back and whimpering, demanding more and more until I forced her to come undone around me. Even then, I didn’t stop. I was greedy too, pounding her with the force of a madman until she was close to breaking.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

If only I could say this was the first time something like this had happened. But I couldn’t.

First I jerked off to images of Alexis from the bouquet camera for weeks on end. Then I made her get naked and blow me in the gazebo. Then I went into her dorm, touched her, and made her come on my fingers in the middle of the night. Each time, I promised myself it was the last time, but I should’ve seen the stark truth—my behavior was ramping up, and it was only a matter of time before I gave in and fucked her.

My overall plan seemed solid to begin with, but I failed to account for all that sick, twisted temptation. I thought I could be strong, so I pretended I didn’t see it happening. Then, like a window chipped by a stone, the slight crack in my resolve turned into deep fissures that spread until it finally shattered into pieces.

Alexis was the fucking stone. The weight on my shoulders. The fucking albatross around my neck.

There was no telling what would’ve happened if I hadn’t left her cell a moment ago. I already knew I didn’t want to stop fucking her. Every nerve in my body was sparking and begging me to take her all over again.

But I couldn’t. It was wrong. So fucking wrong.

She was the enemy.

I rubbed my temples and grimaced as I thought about it. It felt like a band was tightening around my forehead, squeezing even more regret out of my brain. I knew that falling for the wicked allure of Alexis’s pussy wasn’t the worst part of what happened today.

While I was cutting into her earlier, I couldn’t stop the guilt from rushing in, burying me in an avalanche of secret shame and disgust. It wasn’t that I thought she might be innocent—she definitely wasn’t. It was horror at myself for taking something so beautiful and trying to destroy it.

No matter how much I shoved that guilt down and told myself it needed to be done, it rose back up inside me and fired spears straight through my guts every time I looked up and saw those big blue eyes leaking all those tears.

What the fuck was I doing to this girl? What was she doing to me?

A thought bubbled up unbidden. I should end this. Let her go. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this—the nagging feeling that what I’d planned for her was worse than anything she’d ever done. Even now, the mere thought of her anguished face caused a shifting sensation near my heart; a vicious pang that made my chest tighten.

No. No fucking way. I sped up my stride and balled my hands into fists.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Even though I’d left Alexis behind, rotting in the dark, I was still letting her get to me. It was exactly what she wanted.

I had to stop falling for her sad little acts. She wasn’t innocent. She wasn’t undeserving of punishment. She would gut me like a fish and bleed me dry if she were given half a chance, just like she did to those poor girls at Blackthorne. Just like she would’ve done to so many more people if I didn’t remove her from society.

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