Page 23 of Rampant

As he slashed and fucked, his thrusts slow and erratic, I closed my eyes and gave up.

“Mmm, this is gonna be my favorite way to fuck you. You’re so sexy, vulnerable, with my name carved in your skin.” He bent down, and the wet slide of his tongue lapped at where he’d sliced. “You’re mine to brand. Shit, baby. I should’ve taken you years ago. No one’s standing in our way now.” Sliding up my body, his stomach smeared the blood I knew tainted my belly, and he pushed his cock deeper.

I gave in to the blank place in my mind where I didn’t exist. The small cubbyhole where I could hibernate for the rest of my life. But something wouldn’t let me go. Hope licked the edges of my consciousness, demanding more.

I don’t have anything left to give.

Fight, dammit! Find a way to escape.

Can’t.

Rafe is still alive.

My heart skipped.He doesn’t want me.

Zach lied to you. Of course he wants you. He would never turn his back.

I hurt him too much. He couldn’t forgive me.

You need to forgive yourself first. After you get the hell out of here.

I tried! Zach will never let me go.

Try harder.

Shut up, shut up, shut up!I mentally screamed as laughter rumbled in my chest. God, I was losing my mind. But I didn’t need the crazy phantom in my head giving me false hope. Rafe wasn’t coming. I wasn’t worth it.

You don’t know that.

Shut up!

I was on my own, and I couldn’t even blame Rafe. He’d had to deal with eight years of imprisonment. Just because his incarceration had been at the hands of the system didn’t make it any less horrific than what I suffered now. He’d been raped, just like me.

Zach grunted, pulling me from the turmoil of my mind, and his cock stilled in my bruised cunt. He let out a frustrated growl. The alcohol flooding his system messed with his libido, making it difficult for him to come. I preferred when he stuck it in and got it over with. But he’d wanted to unleash his anger, and I was his favorite plaything. His hands moved to my burning wrists.

“Every time you say his fucking name, I’ll carve mine into your body.” His knife, tainted with my blood, cut through the tape and freed me. He ripped the strip from my mouth, tugged on my arms, and forced me into a kneeling position on the bed. His large hand fisted my hair and brought my mouth to his glistening cock.

“Need you to suck me off.” He pushed between my lips and shoved to the back of my throat. Gagging, I slapped at his hard abs, hands uselessly pressing against his stomach, but he used both fists to hold me flush with his abdomen, smothering my airway as he choked me with his girth.

I flailed, panicking as my lungs burned, as vomit rose in my throat. He yanked out only to thrust in again. In that moment, I no longer existed. I was just a shell, a thing made up of skin and bones, my sole purpose to submit while he pummeled my holes.

Fight, Alex! Find a way out before he completely destroys you.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!I covered my ears, my frantic scream gurgling in my throat. His erection gagged me again, and I was certain I’d drown in my own vomit.

“Oh fuuuuck, Lex…” His cum shot down my throat, but I couldn’t stop screaming. He pulled out, and I spewed cum and what little I’d eaten that day onto the floor. He wrenched my hands free from my ears, and I realized I was still wailing. Hysteria didn’t touch the state I was in.

“Knock it off!” He brought his face within inches of mine. “What is wrong with you?”

What was wrong withme?

Everything. Every decision I’d made, every mistake, spawned from cowardice, led to this moment. I was too stupid to live. My gaze flickered to the bed where he’d dropped the knife between cutting me and making me choke on his cum.

Find a way out.

I sucked air into my lungs, catching my breath, and tramped down the need to throw up again. “Water,” I blurted, holding my throbbing head. “I’m too hot. I’m gonna get sick again.”

He glanced down at the vomit at his feet, his mouth twisting with disgust. “It was just a fucking blow job, Lex. Does my dick repulse you that much?”

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