Page 78 of Oblivion

“How could you think I’d agree to marry you after this?” she sobs.

“Because this is what you wanted, Sammy. You wanted me wild for you. You wanted the real, unedited, dirty kind of love that’s raw and fucked up and painful. You pushed me to this, and you know it. That’s why you feel so guilty. You’ll marry me, not to save him, but because deep down, this is exactly what you need. The choice to be forced.”

“No.” The word slips from her lips, but it’s a lie, and we both know it.

“Next month, or this weekend. Choose now, or I’ll pick for you, and we both know which option I’ll go for.”

“Next month,” she whimpers, tears clogging her throat and deepening her melodic voice.

“Next month it is, Mrs. Morris.”

A tremor runs through her at the sound of her new name, and I smile to myself. Not long now until I officially make her mine.

25

SAMMY

My skin prickles with need as he drags his fingers from inside of me and lifts me onto the seat beside him. Tears coat my cheeks, silently falling from my eyes as I try to process what the hell just happened and how I ended up agreeing to marry him in a month’s time. He didn’t even ask me. He just told me it was this weekend or next month.

A strange, lingering feeling of guilt fills my stomach, but I know I don’t feel anywhere near as awful as I should. Evan brought me here and made me watch the guy who I allowed to touch me just get escorted out by security. His life is ruined, and it’s entirely my fault. But the pleasure that’s still fizzing through my veins from the two orgasms Evan just gave me has left me dazed and sated. And even though I hate him, I’m grateful that his touch allowed me to not truly be present while he forced me to face the consequences of my actions.

I can’t even remember the guy’s name. I just destroyed his life, and I don’t know his name. What the hell is wrong with me? More tears spill from my eyes, but I don’t try to wipe them away. Instead, I ignore them while Evan spins the cart around and drives us toward the house we share.

Slowing to a stop, he holds his ID against the intercom, and the gates that secure our driveway start to swing open. Pulling inside, he drives around the back of the house instead of by the front doors where we usually park.

Before I can even process what’s happening, Evan lifts me, positioning me with my stomach and tits pressed against the leather of the seat while my legs dangle over the side. Flipping my skirt up, he rips the tiny thong off me, spreads my legs, and impales me with his cock.

A startled squeal bursts from my mouth as my body struggles to cope with his thickness, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust, ramming into me with feral intensity. His movements are animalistic as he holds me in place with a hand in the middle of my back and slams into me over and over, forcing my body to accept the intrusion.

I wish that I hated him taking for me this way—because that’s what this is. He’s taking me, claiming me, owning me. But the truth is, there’s something titillating about being ruthlessly fucked by a terrifyingly brutal man like Evan.

There’s nothing I can do but lie here and take what he’s giving me, and even though I feel like a doll being used for his pleasure, an orgasm starts to build inside of me.

“Fuck, look at you, so fucking perfect. The perfect wet fucking hole, eager to be filled and fucked. I love you so much, Sammy. You’re everything. I love how much your body wants to be used and punished this way. Hate me all you want today, Wild One, but from now on, when you feel guilty for what you allowed to happen, I want you to come to me, and I’ll punish fuck any guilt you feel out of you. I’ll take you without giving you a choice. This can be your penance for testing me. I’ll use you and fill you up. I’ll make you feel like nothing but three holes waiting to be filled. Then, once I’m done, it’ll be over, and you’ll be my wife, my love,my perfect wild one. But for now, you’ll take a load of my cum, and then you’ll fucking thank me.”

His awful, cruel, sexy words push me over the edge, and I scream as I come so hard, I feel like I’m going to crack into a million pieces. My ears buzz, and my vision turns fuzzy as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me, drowning me, then forcing me back to the surface only to drag me under again.

The unrelenting sensation scares me, and I tense, fighting to regain my ability to think and feel and move, but nothing makes sense until Evan slams into me hard enough to slap my hips against the edge of the seat, and the burst of pain clears my mind.

Suddenly the world implodes into sound, and I’m assaulted by the feel of his thick, hard cock filling me as heat pulses inside of me. I’m panting, my chest heaving for each breath when his weight falls onto my back. A firm but gentle hand soothes me, sliding up my spine until he palms my neck and turns me to face him.

I wait for him to speak, but instead, he stares at me expectantly. I don’t know what he expects me to do or say until the sound of his voice fills my head.

“You’ll fucking thank me.”

Does he seriously expect me to say thank you? He used my body. He used me and…punished me, and now he wants me to be grateful.

“Sammy?”

My name on his lips is a demand and a threat and an endearment all at the same time.

“Thank you.”

What the actual fuck? Why did I say that? I hadn’t planned to, but the moment my lips parted, that’s what came out. Do I feel thankful? Oddly, I kind of do, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad one, but it shows that if I’m going to spendthe rest of my life dealing with this man, I’m really going to need to find a therapist.

The rest of his words trickle into my brain. He said that if I start to feel guilty, he’d punish fuck the guilt out of me. Living with that pain and guilt should be my penance, but he’s giving me an out. Offering me the punishment that I begged him for.

I hate that my actions have resulted in a man’s life being ruined, but the way Evan just ruthlessly took me was a punishment. He might have made me orgasm and enjoy the way he hurt me, but I already feel sore and well…used.

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