Page 88 of Delivered to the Devil

Grabbing my chin, he shoves my head back, boring his furious eyes into me, so I can see how cold they are in the otherwise warm light of the hall. “Do you realize how hard it was to get you out?” he accuses. “No one dares to go against Gabor. It was pure luck that your boss had the right connections and the balls to help me.”

I can’t hold myself together any longer. The dam breaks. Tears flow down my cheeks in a rapid stream, and choked sobs form at the base of my throat. I’ve never felt this stupid, not even when the whole town where I grew up treated me like a freak. I should have known he wouldn’t take me back. Whatever we had is gone. He has moved on and has no interest in me. I’m not even a job anymore; I’m just a problem he needs to get rid of.

My eyes roam over his black suit—his work uniform. He’s probably on his way out to help Gabor rape the next girl in line.

“I don’t know how to get you out safely again,” he says.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, trying to withdraw from his grip. But he’s as hopelessly strong as I remember, and I’m getting nowhere. I’m stuck under his furious stare while humiliation, sorrow, longing, and shame flash across my features, all for him to see.

“Why the hell are you here?” He releases my chin to grab my shoulders and shake me. “Answer me!” Releasing me, he abruptly steps back and drags his hands through his hair.

I step back, out of his reach, and lower my head. He’s seen me at my most lost, vulnerable, and shameful, yet I can’t stand him seeing my tears as he rejects me. I should never have come. I don’t belong here anymore. The only thing for me to do is disappear again.

My heart hammers against my chest as I turn and reach for the door. I move quickly, but all I manage is turning one lock before a strong arm wraps around my waist and yanks me back. I yelp as I slam into a strong chest.

“What the hell are you doing?” Janos demands. “He’ll kill you if he finds you.”

“I don’t care,” I say, shoving at his arm as the tears start dripping in earnest. “Let him kill me.” Part of me means it. I had one thing left that gave me purpose and meaning, but it’s gone now. There’s nowhere else to go, so what does it matter if Gabor ends me? It’s better than being here and being rejected by the only person that matters to me. I didn’t think I cared whether he wanted me or not; I thought all I needed was to be near him. But it’s not. This hurts too much. “Let me go,” I cry, and when he still doesn’t budge, I start kicking and yelling, sniffling as my whimpers turn into choked sobs.

Janos lifts me from the floor and carries me to his bedroom.

“Let me go!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

He sets me down on the floor and yanks off my hoodie and the blouse in one go. I struggle to get free, but my flailing hands are as much of a match for his devastating competence as they were the first time he stripped me bare with force. He throws me onto the bed, and in a matter of seconds, I lose my bra, shoes, and pants too and lie stark naked and vulnerable in front of him.

Devastation claws at my lungs, threatening to pull me into helpless despair. But when he releases me to open his pants, I manage a sliver of strength as I realize this is my last opportunity to escape.

I throw myself over the bed and scramble across the sheets. I’m about to dive over the edge and make a run for it, but just as I press my hands to the floor, a hand locks around my ankle and pulls me back.

“No!” I scream, clawing at the sheets.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Janos snarls, jumping onto the bed, pinning me beneath his weight.

Déjà vu is a thick fog over my mind as I clutch the sheets and try to drag myself out from beneath him. “No. Stop!” I scream.

Shoving my head into the comforter, he snuffs out my breath, and I flail my hands behind me to push him away. But it’s not the loss of air that makes me go absolutely livid, pounding my fists into the mattress and putting all my strength into mindless writhing. It’s the feeling of his rock-hard cock prodding against my opening.

Panic and shame squeeze my already struggling lungs as my wet pussy welcomes him in and he easily shoves the tip inside. He slams in to the hilt, and the shock reverberates through my body and blackens my mind as he leans in and snarls in my ear, “I’m not letting you go again.” He pulls back and slams in again. “Never.” He keeps slamming into me with a force that has the bed moving against the floor. “Do you hear me?”

He fists my hair and pulls my head back. “Do you hear me, Rebecca?”

“Yes,” I croak at the end of a deep gasp for air. It’s all I manage before he shoves my head back down, shutting off my airways.

The grief, the regret, the hopelessness. The desperation to get away fades and morphs into a burning desire for something else.

His possession,I realize as he speaks the next words.

“You’re mine,” he growls as he keeps punishing me with his cock. “I don’t care if I have to keep you chained to my bed; you’re not going any-fucking-where.”

My mind swims, and the pain morphs into something else. Something powerful that sets a desire burning deep within my core. I forget why I resisted a moment ago and why I’m here inthe first place. The only thing that matters is that I’m here with him.

“Can you feel that you belong to me?” he says as my inner walls start contracting around him, an orgasm crackling at the edges of my nerve endings.

Lifting my head, he allows me a tiny mewl as an answer.

“Your body belongs to me. It always has.” He slams even harder into me, like the force will make his words more true. “Do you remember the first time you came?”

I nod my head against his cruel grip in my hair. Gabor was licking and finger-fucking me, forcing an orgasm from my body while Janos held me.

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