Page 66 of Sweet Misery

Please tell me to stop. God. Please.

“Fuck her,” Father’s voice cut through the violence.

I let my belt fall from my hand and pulled my cock out. It was limp as shit. Father chuckled at that. I gave it a few strokes, trying to wake it up before shit got worse.

Finally, I was able to do it and climbed on top of her.

She’d gone still, her body bloody, red, and trembling.

She stared off into the distance as I tried to push into her pussy. She was dry as a bone. I swiped up the blood from her wounds and rubbed my cock with them before trying again. I was able to enter her easier, aware I was being watched as I did it.

I didn’t want this sick prick to watch this.

I had no choice though, so I fucked her like she didn’t matter to me. Hard. Deep. She cried out weakly. I knew it wasn’t from pleasure. She was in too much pain.

I closed my eyes and breathed out, rutting into her tight pussy as fast as I could go. I came with a shout, filling her. A groan slipped past my lips as I finished. Staring down at her, I sent up a silent prayer she’d be OK. She definitely didn’t look OK though.

I pulled out of her pussy and tucked my dick away before turning back to our old man.

He smirked at me and raised a brow.

“If she dies, call me. I’d like her body to remain intact until I arrive. Then I’ll watch you all fuck her corpse.” He turned andwalked to the door and pulled it open. Four of his men met him and followed him out.

I finally broke down and turned to our broken girl on the bed, my own tears now flowing.

“Arianna,” I whispered, trying to reach for her. She flinched away from me, breaking my damn heart.

“Go,” Renzo said, shoving me away. “See to it that prick leaves.”

I nodded, my throat tight, and turned on my heel to leave.

“Fix her up,” Mass said thickly. “Sever. Stay.”

I glanced to Sever to see him at her side, a look on his face that was more than murderous.

If I had any doubts about him not joining Ren and me in killing that old prick, they were gone now.

I hoped this was enough to convince Mass.

We walked down the hall together, both of us silent for a moment.

“He needs to die,” I said softly. Fiercely. “We have to kill him?—”

“We will,” Mass growled back, a look of pure hatred on his face.

I snapped my mouth closed, relief rushing through me.

Everything was finally falling into place.

Now I just had to make her love me again.

Even if she never would, I’d be content in knowing I’d saved her from this fucking monster we called our father.

It would kill me inside to never have her want me after this, but I’d die a million times if it meant she was safe.

It was a promise I could easily make.

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