“Fuuuck,” Carter moaned. “You feel so good.”
“Is this your first time with another man?” I asked Carter.
With a grunt, Carter seemed to get his footing easily as he gripped my father’s hips and slammed himself deeper and deeper inside him. He stared down at his ass and smacked it, watching himself pull out his bloody cock. “Looks like it’s his first time too.”
I yanked off my father’s gag to hear him scream.
“Nicole, you bitch!” he screamed. “I’m going to kill you! Stop this!”
“Doesn’t it feel good, Dad?” I whispered, the pleasure of being the one in control consuming me. My lips curled into a smirk, and a small giggle left my mouth. “Don’t you feel so fucking good?”
“No!” he shrieked as Carter went faster. “Stop! It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” Akio said.
“Harder,” I said to Carter. “And faster.”
As if consumed by pleasure himself, Carter began slamming himself into my father as quickly and as harshly as he could. My smirk widened, and I watched in amazement. This was what my father had felt whenever he raped me.
I didn’t condone it, and I would never do this to anyone.
Except he deserved it, and I was soaking in every single last scream.
“Stop!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Scream louder,” I pleaded. “It only makes this better for me.”
“Nicole!” my father howled. “If you don’t stop this now, I’m going to?—”
He couldn’t finish his sentence because he was cut off my Carter going fucking primal behind him. I took one last look at my father, burning his terror into my memory for good, and then I turned around and walked to Akio.
“This is all I have ever wanted,” I whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTY-FIVE
AKIO
“Get out of here,” I hissed at Carter once he finished with Nicole’s father.
Nicole had left about thirty minutes ago after telling me that she wanted to be finished with this for good and never wanted to see her father again, but I had let Carter continue because I wanted to see him pay.
Carter refastened his pants, his wound still open and bleeding, but he didn’t seem to even notice. His eyes were hazy with pleasure, and he had a different kind of smirk on his face than I had seen when he came out of the restroom with some girls.
“Didn’t think you were this crazy, kid,” Carter called, shrugging on his clothes and sauntering to the exit of the warehouse, where Kai stood with his arms crossed. Carter said a few words to him, then left.
I growled underneath my breath, hating that Nicole still talked to Carter. But at the same time, I didn’t mind because he wasn’t into her and he preferred men like her father instead. It’d made tonight so much better for Nicole.
“He’s still alive,” Kai noted.
“I know.”
“You gonna kill him?”
“No,” I said.
Kai paused beside me. “You’re not going to kill him after that?”