Page 122 of Devilish Ink

“But you’reeverythingI dreamed you would be,” he said, shoving my shirt up to expose my breasts. He laughed, almost in disbelief as I tried to push his hands off me, as I struggled to cover myself and to fuckingbreathe.

“Is it possible that you’remorethan I dreamed?”

His cock grew hard against my belly where he held me down with his weight as he closed off my airways. “What do you think?”

I choked, scratching at his hands as the corners of my periphery closed in.

Oh God. This was it. I died this way. My baby died this way. No.

He released my throat. I gulped in air and coughed.

I screamed and Balor groaned loudly as he closed his hand around my throat again, cutting off my cry for help. His cock twitched, and my stomach rolled. I swallowed down bile and eyed the bedside table as Balor’s hips ground against me.

The taser. Where was it?

A slap to my face brought stinging tears to my eyes.

“There is, of course,” Balor said, spit flying from his mouth, “your recent behaviour, young lady.Thatwas most disappointing. How, I thought when I found that little pregnancy test of yours on the bathroom counter, can I love a whore?”

He slapped me again and I cried out in pain.

Through the tears I saw it, shimmering like a mirage: the taser peeking out from under the pillow.

“But then it just started sounding nicer and nicer in my head,” he said, chuckling. “Now there’s two of you to play with…”

Over my dead body. I lunged for the taser. I managed to brush the edge of it just as Balor’s fingers twisted in my hair and he dragged me from the bed.

The taser rolled off the edge of the bedside table as he tossed me like a rag doll to the floor.

I curled over my stomach instinctively. My shoulder erupted in pain as I slammed down hard on it.

Somewhere on the side table my phone began to ring.

Liam.

Standing above me, Balor sucked in a ragged breath. Carded his fingers through his slicked back hair. The glare of the streetlamp sliced his face in half, making him look like the crazed Joker.

“My boyfriend’s on his way home,” I said, trying not to let my voice tremble as I scrambled back across the carpet. “He had to work late. He’ll kill you, know you.”

The yellow light shifted to illuminate both of Balor’s eyes as he grinned down at me.

“You mean…Liam?” he asked sweetly.

He snatched up my phone and showed me the screen.

A photo of Liam’s smiling face along with the wordHubbyflashed up on the phone.

“He’s much more gullible in person.” Balor tossed my phone aside.

My blood ran cold. I curled in further upon myself, over my baby.

“No.” Balor shook his head, “I don’t think your boyfriend will be coming home anytime soon. I think he’ll be miles away, actually, on his way to Cork. And getting farther by the second.”

I crawled for the taser. Balor’s boot caught me in the ribs. Iheard the crack over my cries of pain, over my phone ringing again.

He pressed his heel into the small of my back. I felt the compression on my stomach and tried to squirm away. No.

He just dug in deeper, harder. The carpet burned my naked skin, but I thrashed nonetheless till Balor leaned down to grab a handful of hair. I thought he was going to snap my neck, the way he wrenched it back.

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