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I squeeze her throat, cutting off her screams and kiss her the way I’ve dreamt of kissing her for weeks. With her trying to get away. Denying me. She bites my tongue and I pull back, tasting blood. I gather saliva on my tongue and grip her jaw, forcing her mouth open. Dropping the blood tinged mixture into her mouth.

Her eyes widen. Her body shaking underneath me. The fear is winning. This time when the tears fall, I let them run down her face but take away her ability to make a sound. I force my fingers inside her sleep shorts. This is the last night she’ll sleep covered up like this.

“You think you can keep this pussy safe? It’ll never be safe from me.” I slide my fingers through her folds. She’s dry, but she won’t be for long. I know how she likes to be touched. Just how much pressure to apply. What rhythm to use.

She tries clamping her legs closed when she realizes she’s getting turned on.

“That’s right. I know this cunt and it wants me. You can tell yourself you don’t, but you do. Your thirsty cunt is begging for my fingers. My mouth. My cock.”

I pull my fingers out and shove them in her mouth. “Suck them clean. Don’t leave a drop.”

I push her shirt up, my mouth mirroring what she’s doing to my fingers on her nipples, before moving lower.

“Boot mark. Hand print. Scratch. Broken rib.” I quietly recite every injury she sustained, biting the area, re-marking it. Mentally, this has to be fucking with her. I’m making her relive the scars, but she has no idea how she got them.

I concede I’m a bastard for playing on her fears. Of abandonment, of unplanned pregnancy, and of that night. When I’m done with her, she’ll still be crying, but I’ll have replaced the reason for those tears, if only for a little while. I’ll come back and do it night after night until her fears no longer have a hold on her, and she’s my fearless supernova again.

I lied about putting a baby in her. I would never father a child and leave her to raise it on her own, and there is no wife that would make me happy, unless I chose her for myself. The League’s matchmaking will ensure a life of loneliness.

She swallows thickly and rasps out, “I’ll do whatever you want. Just promise not to hurt me.”

“I can’t promise that. I’m gonna hurt you. A lot.” I stuff her cunt with my fingers, moving them in and out, and watch as the shock gives way to pleasure. I continue my assault, pushing her towards release. It doesn’t take long, the fear heightening her passion.

She cums with a little moan, still holding back. This time I withdraw my fingers, licking them myself, before dragging off her shorts and panties. I free my erection and settle myself between her legs, grinding my arousal against her drenched core.

The weight of my body holds her in place. My fingers pinch, and bruise. My teeth, bite, all the while playing with her breath. The tip of my cock toys with her entrance. When she rubs against me, I pull away and flip her over, giving a punishing smack to her ass. Then another. And another.

“You think you can turn this around on me? Like I don’t know you’re trying to distract me to get to your knife?” I arch a brow. “Your fake acquiescence and greedy cunt won’t make me take it easier on you.” I spank her ass cheeks until they bloom a deep pink. “Beg me to stop.”

She refuses, earning another smack. “Stubborn brat. I’ll do this until you beg. Beg and grovel the way you should’ve groveled before The Trium in the beginning. The way you should’ve begged your attackersto stop on Mayhem Night. The way you should have begged your mom to love you enough to stay sober. To stay. Beg me the way you should be begging your real parents to explain why they gave you away. Beg me the way you have never begged a single day in your life.”

“I hate you. I hate you!”

The words pierce my dark heart because I know they’re not directed at me. Not just at me. They’re for every one of those people or situations I’ve named. I turn her back over, diving between her legs, working her towards another orgasm. I use my tongue, mouth, fingers and scrape my teeth across her clit. “Just spanked your worthless ass, and this cunt is weeping for me. That’s all you’re good for, Thea. To feed me this pussy.”

I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling her scent. Getting her juices all over it. Her walls clamp around my fingers. “God, Rey. You’re so full of cream and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

As she comes off another orgasm, I climb to my knees and finish myself off. My seed landing on her chin and tits. Before sliding the tip between her lips. Her wide-eyed gaze meets mine. She’s confused about what just happened. I’m not. She was perfect. Just like I knew she’d be. I lean down, kissing her, until she’s panting. “You’re a dirty little pain slut. But you’re mine.” I growl. “I’m never letting you go.”

I climb off the bed and lift her in my arms, carrying her into the bathroom. Her eyes droop, but she’s fighting to stay awake. I sit her on the vanity while running a bath with some bubbles, then strip her out of her soiled t-shirt before putting her in the water and climbing in behind her.

Chapter73

Pax

My jaw clenches as I watch Holden emerge from the hidden door. Now I know why he’s been behind schedule lately and it’s got nothing to do with computers. “How long have you been doing that?”

“Since after her chastity vow ceremony.”

“Holden.”

“I don’t need a lecture. I know what I’m doing.”

“Sneaking around like this, isn’t you, man. This isn’t us. This is the same shit all the other Trium went through. You’ve gotta come clean with Finn. Don’t let her play you like this.”

“She’s not playing me, and Finn already knows I’m playingwithher.”

“He does?”

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