Page 131 of Pure Vengeance

Panic consumed her, rising from the inside and charging through her body in thick, dreadful waves.

“I don’t want to be shocked, Mr. Lawes, sir.” Ignoring his roaming hand, she locked gazes with him, wanting to make sure he understood. “Please!”

“Good.” His voice was softer. “That means the deterrent will work. I don’t want to shock you either, little girl. So, be good, and we’ll both be happy.”

Hannah couldn’t imagine anything about her current predicament making her happy, her pounding heart and the adrenaline racing around her body making it hard to think, but she didn’t press the point.

“It’s going in now.” Inclining in her direction, he pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “I have plenty of lube, but honestly, you’re so fucking wet, I don’t think we’ll need much.”

Shame echoed in her chest, mingling with the horrified heat and spreading in her face as she accepted he was right. She was wet. The bloody vibrator had made sure she was, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to shove the damn plastic inside her backside, and she certainly didn’t want to be shocked.

“I want you to relax.” His terse tone conveyed her lack of choice. The electrified dildo was going in. “Tensing up will only make this worse for you.”

She balled her hands into fists as he strode to the other end of her chair, cast the vibrator aside, and pressed the dildo between her legs. The unyielding plastic skimmed her skin, taunting her as it slid toward its goal.

“So. Fucking. Wet.” Slipping the toy along her sex, he punctured each word by dipping the end slowly inside her needy pussy.

She almost groaned as the dildo goaded her, knowing everything it stood for was so wrong, yet unable to prevent the simmering arousal that clouded her thoughts and insisted it was right.

“I won’t ever punish you for being too excited.” He smiled as he withdrew the implement, gliding it along her body until it grazed her rectum. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Her muscles contracted reflexively as the toy stilled over her dark hole. Despite his warning and her bubbling need, her instinct was to make the task as difficult for him as possible.

“What did I say?” He glanced up, one brow arching as his free hand walloped her left cheek.

“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “I can’t help it!”

“Re-lax!” He gave the command in two exaggerated syllables, as if having someone she already loathed shove an electric dildo up her arse was a normal, run-of-the-mill experience. In his depraved little world, maybe it was. “Deep breaths, Hannah. Come on!”

Slowly, she forced in air through her mouth, releasing it as the toy nudged at her rectum. She accepted another shaky breath as it slid inside her a few centimeters, resigning herself to the new, ungainly fullness. Sadly, the position he’d compelled her legs into meant there were few other ways to actively resist the intrusion, and in any event, she knew Lawes well enough to know he’d have his way—one way or the other.

By the time the toy was in place to his satisfaction, she was practically panting, humiliated by its imposition and terrified about what the electric shock would feel like. That was, she assumed, the way he wanted her to feel.

Alone and afraid.

Bastard.

Sniffing back her tears, her focus lingered on his conceited expression as he clapped his hands together.

“All done!” He beamed at her. “And I should inform you, the toy is tamper-proof. Do you know what that means?”

She had a horrible feeling that she did, but she shook her head regardless, still attempting to become accustomed to her new interloper. “No, Mr. Lawes, sir.”

“It means that once I set the sensor on the toy, anyone else’s touch but mine will trigger the alarm.”

Hannah sensed the blood draining from her face as he went on.

“And that alarm automatically triggers the shocking mechanism.”

“Oh.” Her voice wavered, and this time, her concern was definitely warranted.

If what Lawes was telling her was correct, if she even so much as trailed a finger inadvertently over the base of the huge plug shoved into her arse, then she’d spark the shock herself.

She could scarcely even pull in a breath.

“Now you may get down, little girl.” Moving to her arm, he started to work on the strap holding her left wrist. “I’ll show you where the toilet is.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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