Page 40 of Brutal Savior

“We have a few minutes. I’ll make do.”

“Oh, you only need a few minutes? There are pills for that, you know. I would have thought you’d have heard of them, being a chemist.”

Shit.

I should stitch my stupid mouth shut. My body tenses, waiting for the explosion. But instead, Jacob’s head falls back, and he laughs. He actually fucking laughs, so loud it echoes around the room.

He takes a while to get himself under control. “Bloody hell. You are…” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what you are. Now roll the fuck over. I want you on all fours, legs spread.”

The sudden, blunt instruction sucks all humor from the room. Now? He’s going to fuck me now? I thought he’d make moreof an occasion of it somehow. Not a quickie before his friend arrives. It’s almost insulting. I don’t move.

He sighs. “I’m not going to fuck you. This—” He holds up a shiny,largebutt plug. “—is going in your arse, and it’s staying there all day.”

“Uh uh.” I edge away from his looming presence. “Nope. Exit only.”

“Not anymore. Do as you’re told, right now, or you don’t get to go to girls' night.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It’s the one threat I can’t ignore, and he goddamn well knows it, if the smug look on his face is anything to go by. I close my eyes and brace myself. If sticking an uncomfortable chunk of metal up my ass is the price I pay for getting out of this apartment, I’ll just have to woman up and deal with it.

I roll over.

I’m not especially shy, but holding this position in the bright light of midday just because he ordered me to has my face heating. He positions me carefully, sliding my legs out further and even—oh God no—pulling my cheeks apart and running a finger along the crease.

The heat travels from my face down my body in a wave, and I can’t deny the ripples of desire that come along with the embarrassment. What the fuck is wrong with me? The way he moves my body around to suit him tickles some deep, dark part of me.

“Fucking beautiful,” he mutters, and the dark part purrs at the words. Jesus, that voice of his. Rough and rich all at the same time.

Cold liquid hits my skin, and I jump. He strokes my back, soothing me. “Relax, love. Just some lube.”

Before I can reply, he pushes a finger into me. I squeak as the tip penetrates the tight ring of muscle then slowly works in.It’s more weird than painful, but that changes when he adds a second, struggling to get it inside. It burns, an insistent pain that grows worse as he works them in.

“Ouch!”

“Shush. This is nothing.”

“Easy for you to s—” My words end in a squeak as he twists his fingers, stretching me further. “Ow!”

“Even tighter than I thought. We’ll have to work hard to get you ready for Friday.”

Friday? Oh, fuck. The day he’s allocated for fucking my ass. I need to escape this place before then. There’s no way I’m taking that monster anywhere near my ass.

His fingers withdraw, and I relax as the stinging pain fades. It’s short-lived, though, as he presses the tip of the plug against me. “Breathe deep, love. This is going to be sore.”

“What? It was already sore. Please, don—”

He pushes in with the plug, and I howl. It’s huge, cold, and unyielding. There’s no way it’s the one he showed me—he’s swapped the fucking thing for one the size of his fist as a sick joke. I whimper as he forces it in further, and my eyes water as the stretch burns. I can feel myself spreading out, and I stammer, “No, stop. I don’t—”

It slides home. The impossible stretch eases off, though not as much as I’d like. I’m breathing hard, sweat coating my skin, when his fingers find my clit. I yelp again, though more at the shock of it than anything else.

“This will take the edge off.” His fingers move, brushing over the sensitive area. The pleasure spreads out, blending with the pain in a weird mix, twisting into something different. More intense.

I whimper, heading toward the edge, when the goddamn motherfucking bastard stops. He fucking stops.

“Why?” It’s more of a whine than the angry snap I was going for.

“Punishment. For swearing at me yesterday. Now,” He slaps my sore ass hard. “Get dressed.”

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