Page 16 of Out for Blood

Fuck.

He gripped the back of my head and slammed his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat hard. I gagged around it, much to his desire as he slammed himself into my mouth, fucking my face hard. The grip he had on my hair was enough to force my head up and down his cock, as he threw his head backin pleasure. I could feel his precum in the back of my throat, making me want to throw up. I willed myself to do just that so he would stop, even if it meant I’d cop his wrath afterward. Nothing could be as bad as this.

I didn’t want his cock in my mouth. I wanted Cooper’s.

He’d been unbelievable the other night. I hadn’t wanted it to end. If I hadn’t needed to get back to my kids, I would have gone back to his place and let him show me all the things I’d missed.

My eyes watered, not just from the brutality of Neal, but from the loss of Cooper. I’d seen the way he looked at me.

He was furious.

A couple more pumps and I felt Neal pull out of me, jerking his release off onto my face and in my hair. I let the warm spools hit my face, counting down the minutes until I could wash it off.

“At least you’re good for something, whore,” he said viciously as he tucked his dick back into his pants and did them back up. I crumpled to the floor, feeling like I was going to pass out.

“Clean yourself off,” he said, angrily. I tried to make a move to do that when my arms gave out. “Stupid bitch.”

His foot landed in my side. Pain ricocheted throughout my entire body, all the way down to my feet. I cried out, which only forced him to do it again, and again. His cum dripped down into my eyes, forcing them closed from the pain as I tried to crawl up the stairs to the bathroom. I prayed the girls had stayed in their rooms as I’d told them to.

Please…don’t let them see me like this.

I’d made it up to the bathroom, even though it had taken me several minutes, and looked in the mirror. I gasped when I sawmy reflection. My lip had a cut on the side of it which was bleeding, his cum was all through the top of my hair and caked on my face. My eyes were wet, tear stains down on my cheeks. My body ached like nothing else, my eye stinging from the cum that had seeped into it. I turned on the faucet and grabbed one of the face washers to dab at my eye. My muscles ached, and I remembered back to the first time he’d shown me his true colours. The first time he’d raped me.

I’d been broken.

Unable to move, to feel, for days. He’d taken that as permission to continue to beat and rape my body while I went to another place. I thought of Cooper, and that dazzling smile. It had kept me from looking at his ugly, grunting face as he tried to take what he wanted from me.

I wiped the cum from my eye. The pain wasn’t subsiding, if anything, it was getting worse. A timid knock on the door told me the girls had come to check on me.

“Go to bed,” I called out but it didn’t come out very clearly. I looked back in the mirror when everything started to shift and blur. My hands slipped from the counter and I fell. Hard.

I was faintly aware of the door opening and my girls rushing to the floor where I laid.

“Mama, mama,” they shook me, their voices frantic.

“Call 999!”

“No,” I grumbled, forcing the energy to speak. “No, don’t call them. Put...put me in bed.”

“Mama, you’re bleeding and probably have a concussion.”

“No…don’t call them.”

“They’ll call Da, won’t they?” Shauna replied. She’d always been the smarter one, the one that caught on faster as to what was happening with Neal.

“Yes.”

“She needs help,” Ryleigh squealed, her voice trembling.

“Find her phone,” Shauna said. “Call Orla.”

“No,” I said loudly. I knew what she’d do, and I didn’t want her pulled down into this shit. She couldn’t tell the club. They’d go after him and then the whole of Kilkenny would be at war.

“Who then?”

“Just put me to bed.”

“Get her phone,” I heard Shauna yell. “Find the other number she called the most recently. There has to be someone who can help.”

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