Page 15 of Out for Blood

They both nodded hesitantly before I got out and they followed me up to the front door of my former home. This home held so many bad memories. I couldn’t remember any good ones, but I was sure that there had to be some at least.

The door swung open before I could knock and I looked into the dark brown eyes of my ex-husband. I could immediately tell he’d been drinking, and let’s face it, he was probably high. I wish I didn’t have to take the girls back to this.

He moved his eyes from me to the girls, cowering behind me, and back to me. “Get the fuck inside.”

He stood to the side, and I pushed inside with the girls. I pointed upstairs for them to go.

“Where the fuck do you think you two are going?” he spat, slamming the front door, locking us in. They paused where they were.

“Neal, come on, they’re safe, that’s the main thing.”

The girls ran upstairs, leaving me with him towering over me, fury written all over his face. I braced myself for what was to come.

“Let’s face it, Sheridan, they’re taking after their slut mother.”

I stood there and took the abuse, like I did everytime.

“They’re teenagers, Neal, they’re going to do shit you don’t want them to do.”

“Maybe they’re just seeing you spread your legs for those filthy assholes and want to be like you. Maybe it’s time for me to take full custody for their sake.”

I started to breathe heavier, my mind reeling. How did he know I had been to the clubhouse?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

His chuckle was dark, tinged with the danger I was in. “Really? You didn’t spread your filthy legs open for the president of the club at the lake last night?”

How the fuck did he know that?

He grabbed my face, his fingers squeezing my jaw painfully, shoving my mouth open like a fish. Neal shoved me against the wall.

“You think I don’t have eyes on you at all times, slut?” he asked, his voice all but a sneer. “This town knows you belong to me. You think you can go off and live your life, spreading your slut legs, and embarrass me?”

I tried to breathe through the pain he was causing in my face. His hand went to my jeans, pushing his hand roughly down the front of it to fondle me hard. I was drier than the sahara right now, so every poke and prod was painful as he tried to get his own rocks off. I didn’t try to pull away. I knew what would happen if I did.

“I don’t even want this anymore,” he said, pulling me off the wall before he shoved me back on it. The wind was knocked from my lungs for a moment as I tried to focus my breathing through the pain he was causing in my mouth. “God knows what you’ve picked up from those bikers. He probably shared you with the entire club.”

He let go of my face and immediately I tried to rub the area. He slapped me across the side of the face so hard that I felt my head snap to the side. My hands shook as I tried to hold myself up against the wall. If I fell, it would get worse.

“You will go to your apartment, pack your shit and move back in here,” he said with a malice I couldn’t comprehend. Where was the Neal I had married? Where did he go? “You won’t be seeing them anymore. In fact, they’ll be gone from Kilkenny by the end of the month. You will go back to being my loving and ready wife, whenever I want your cunt. Do you understand me?”

I didn’t respond.

That was a mistake.

He balled his fist and punched me in the stomach. I grunted in pain, bending over, trying everything to will everything in my stomach to stay put. I fell to my knees, clutching at my stomach, my face burning from his slap, unable to move.

“Oh, on your knees, huh?” he laughed, evilly. “Well, if you insist.”

The sound of his belt unbuckling and dropping to the ground had me jumping, even though I knew what was coming. I’d been in this position so many times, and I knew there was no way out of it. He was too hopped up on whatever it was he’d taken.

He wouldn’t be able to get hard.

It would be a soft, flaccid cock being shoved into my mouth a few times before he gave up. He’d punch me, and I would drop. He’d leave me alone.

I closed my eyes as he pulled his cock out, smacking me on the side of the face a few times, before he pushed on my jaw just like before, forcing my mouth open.

“Wider,” he ground out. My eyes opened, only to see his cock was hard.

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