Page 358 of Filthy Elites

This isn’t the first time he’s done this to me, just the first time I’ve called it what it is, I guess.

I close my eyes as he forces a gloved finger inside me. He pushes deep, working his finger back and forth. Violating me with it in front of her to get me ready for his dick.

I just want it to be over.

He pulls his finger out of me, but I feel no relief. I know what comes next.

Or whatshouldcome next, but I hear something that sounds like Dare ripping his glove off his hand.

“Hello?” he says, in a tone that clearly isn’t for Anae.

My heart slams forward in my chest.

Is he…on the phone?

“Help!” I shout. It’s all I get out before Dare grabs my face so hard, slapping his still-gloved hand over my mouth in a clear command to shut the fuck up.

“No, that was… What do you need?”

My heart pounds.

Anae gets up and walks over, uncertainly glancing from me to Dare to see if he needs her help keeping me quiet. I try to cry out, but Dare’s grip tightens painfully until I’m afraid he’s going to cave in my jaw.

Please!

I still try to cry out for help. Maybe he’ll break my jaw, but if someone hears me, it’ll be worth it.

Because I’m trying so hard to be heard, Dare rushes whoever he’s on the phone with. “All right, yeah. I’ll be right there.”

He ends the call and shoves the phone back in his pocket before leaning down and saying viciously, “What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?”

Is he serious?

I cry out as he releases my jaw and smacks it a little, rolling me over and shoving me back against the bed. He glares at me so coldly, fear sinks through my entire body.

He grabs a fistful of my shirt with his gloved hand, yanking me up off the bed and getting right in my face. “You want me to kill you right fucking now, you stupid little cunt?”

My body trembles but I can’t speak. I’m too terrified.

That look in his eyes, the one I’ve seen when he’s fucking me? I see it now, and I’m afraid I know what it is.

He wants to kill me.

He feels it right now, and maybe he feels the impulse when he’s fucking me, too.

Of course, he’s always curbed it before, but right now… he might not.

He lets go of me and I fall back against the mattress.

I can feel his irritation as he looks around for a moment, then climbs off me, and off the bed.

“What’s going on?” Anae asks uncertainly.

“I have to fucking run home real quick. We need to do something with her. There’s a key in a bowl on the counter in the kitchen. I need you to go grab it for me.”

Anae hurries out of the room to do as he says.

Dare exhales with annoyance, cutting a dark look my way. He saunters back over to the bed, his dark eyes roaming my body before finally landing on my face.

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