Page 188 of Beautifully Reckless

Buckling in half, my hands fisting in my hair as I drop my gun and scream.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE!?”

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Ringo. He’s my happy place. Everything about him makes me smile.

His smell. Those whiskey eyes that spark just a little brighter when they land on me. His lips, teasing and hungry, the way they nip over every inch of my skin. That tongue of his is wicked, and devouring, and can easily have me trembling from head to toe.

I love his hands, and the small calluses on his palms. His fingers, long, thick, and devastatingly skilled.

They’re not usually this rough, but I guess he’s feeling frantic. Feisty perhaps. Because he’s kinda hurting me right now.

“Cam.” I moan, trying to pry my eyes open as my body gets jostled.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

“Fuck yeah, you little cunt. Moan for me.”

All the air leaves my lungs in a brutal rush.

My eyes spring open at the voice… A voice that isnotRingo’s.

I stiffen like a board, a whimper escaping me, my horror turning my body taut. There’s too much dry friction, painful and jarring, where Officer Allen drives into me.

“No. No. No,” I whimper. “Stop. Please. Stop.”

A cruel laugh slips from his lips, his heavy-lidded gaze fixed on my chest as he thrusts again and again, ignoring the way my body tries to force him out.

Oh shit… I’m naked. Completely… shamefully naked. My eyes track to the way my breasts jiggle with each violent thrust, but I hardly care about that.

Hell, as sick as it makes me, I don’t even care that he’s raping me. All I care about is how close he is to my unborn baby.

I try to move, but his grip is tight on my wrists, pinning them to the table above my head. My mind instantly goes back… back to the times his nephew and friends did this to me. Over and over.

No.

Not again.

I can’t live through this again.

Not with my sweet baby inside me.

“STOP!” I scream. “Get out of me!”

“Like hell,” he sneers, his face far too close, his breath foul, reeking of tobacco and rot. “I wanted to know what all the fuss was about.” He leans back just enough to drop his spit on the place he disappears inside me. “Now I fucking know.”

Rage bubblesinside me, thick and searing, and I start thrashing as best I can. Trying to shift my body away from his… but there’s no escaping.

“Get off me!” I scream, hoping someone, anyone, can hear.

But no one comes. No one stops this.

Twisting my head to the side, I lash out with my teeth, the only weapon I have right now, and I bite down on his forearm.

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