Page 10 of A Moment Too Soon

“Goddamn it, you are so fucking tight,” he growls as he rails me into the bed. I have my nails digging into his arm, and my back arches off the bed. Yet another blinding climax rips through me as his pace falters and he starts to come. When he shoves as deep as my body will allow to drain his cock inside of me, I am whimpering.

“Mean. You’re mean,” I whine, and he laughs. “Fuck, it was so good, though.”

“Go pee,” he laughs and kisses me. When he rolls off me, I jump up and run out of the room. Not expecting a brick wall of a human to be standing in the hallway, I let out a shrill scream and nearly fall.

“I have to pee!” I scream at Jerome. He cocks his head to the side, clearly confused as to why I just yelled that at him. I hear Jett behind me, and he isn’t approaching, but Jerome sidesteps and motions for me to go. “Thank you, thank you.”

I rush past him and run to the bathroom just past where he is standing. I let out a dramatic groan when I sit and am finally able to pee. Once I am done and clean up, I take a deep breath and go to the door. It takes me a second, but I step out to find Jerome and Jett waiting. I go to step past Jerome to go to Jett, but Jerome very gently pushes me back against the wall and stands in front of me.

“You ran,” he says with a soft and velvety tone. He has a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Jerome is a massive, six-foot-six-inch-tall man with dark brown hair. His rich hazel eyes peer down at me, and under his gaze, I feel even smaller.

“Not from you,” I whisper, trying to hold back tears. I don’t know why I am crying now, and I feel like an idiot.

“Then from Garrett,” he says, and I nod. “Come sit. Jett, she looks like she’s going to fall apart. Don’t be afraid to comfort her, please.”

“Weirdest mafia boss ever,” I sniff as Jerome takes my hand and pulls me toward the living room. I sit on the loveseat with Jett as Jerome sits on the ottoman in front of me. Jett is rubbing my back, and I am quickly shutting down.

“I don’t think you can call the man weird,” Jett says, lightening the mood. I look over at him, and he turns me on the seat to face him. “Love, I know you are scared. Just go slow. Clearly, he has patience, so don’t overload yourself. Okay?”

“This isn’t fair,” I say tearfully.

“I know it isn’t, Bex,” he says.

“Bex?” Jerome asks, and I turn to look at him. “Garrett called you Rebecca.”

“Jett and his brother always called me Bex, so it stuck. Garrett is the only one who calls me Rebecca,” I explain.

“Bex it is then,” he says. “Why did you run?”

“Because Garrett… He’s abusive, and I just don’t want to be hurt by him anymore,” I admit.

“Abusive how?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

“I picked her up yesterday, and her face was swollen with a handprint from him slapping her so hard,” Jett says when I don’t. “He twisted her nipple so hard that it’s bruised. He also slapped her breast hard enough to bruise.”

“I didn’t notice the bruises,” I admit.

“And the bruises on her thighs,” Jett adds.

“May I?” Jerome asks.

“Yeah. I don’t have panties on, though,” I say.

“Sweet girl, I have tasted your cunt. I am more concerned about the bruising,” he remarks smoothly. I blush hard, and he chuckles. “Sit back, Bex.”

I sigh and sit back so he can push my dress up. I watch as he pulls my legs apart and gently touches the bruises with the tips of his fingers. He looks lost in thought, but rage is burning in his eyes. “Do they hurt?” he asks, looking up at me but keeping his hands on my thighs.

“No, they… Ow!” I say when he presses in on one of the bruises.

“Please, do not downplay the severity of this, Bex,” he says, and I nod. “What happened?”

“I… He caught me texting with Jett. He always hits me with an open hand so he doesn’t bruise my face. He told me to bend over the couch, and I said no… He… He, uh… forced me to ride himwith a gun in my face. He told me to come or die, so I did what he said. I, uh… had to fake some of it, but he got what he wanted and left the house. He busted my phone, but I was still able to call Jett. He came and got me, and I ran.”

“So, here is my dilemma, Bex. I paid for you to be my wife,” he says. “Not only was no one allowed to touch you, including him, once I paid last week, but he assured me that you were taken good care of. I was under the impression that you were mostly consenting to this.”

“He forced me to let men rape me every single day,” I snap. “For years, he has let men pay to use me. Once, nearly one hundred of them over three days at some convention. Do you know what happens to a woman’s pussy when she gets fucked for three days straight?”

“I do not,” Jerome says calmly. Both his tone and his face are calm, but it’s his eyes that speak of the rage burning in him.

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