Page 23 of Vengeful Valentine

She was bare underneath.

Her cunt on full display, inches from him.

He threw the scissors behind him before reaching below the table and adjusting the stirrups.

He grabbed one of her feet tightly, shoving it into the stirrup, tightening the strap, and repeating with the other.

He worked in silence as he retrieved the speculum, forcing it into her, spreading her open for him.

Again he expected tears. Begging. ANYTHING.

But she fuckingmoaned.

He growled his frustrations, doing his best to ignore her cunt that was spreadliterallyopen for him. The way it caused tendrils of desire to snap at his balls.

“Are you even mad at me, Silas? Or are you just hurt?”

“I don’t know what you’re playing at.” He spun, grabbing the forceps, before positioning them between her spread legs. “But the only one that is going to be hurt tonight. That will be in pain”–he shoved the forceps into her core without any warning–“isyou.”

Her only reaction was to arch off the table and let out the tiniest of mewls, it wasn’tenough.

He wanted, no, heneededto make her scream.

Silas vowed then and there.

By the end of tonight, he would make her do just that.

No matter what it takes.

Chapter 10

Ashmine

Fuck.

Why did something that was supposed to hurt?

That should make me cry out in agony?

Feel. So. Fucking. Good.

I guess I always did enjoy pain with mypleasure.

It was no wonder I fell for them all.

I just couldn’t help myself.

I hoped they wouldn’t kill me, but if they did, I was ready to die. My life had been empty without my three men.

Without my three foster brothers.

Chapter 11

Silas

Silas found what he was searching for deep inside of her. He clamped down on her IUD string and tugged.

Ashmine didn’t react even as it dislodged from her, and he growled in annoyance as he pulled the tool, IUD, and a bit of blood out of her cunt, throwing it all to the floor.

---