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I can’t see what Jeremy does next, but I hear it, the sudden click I recognize from my early childhood. It’s the click associated with the cocking of a gun.
I didn’t even know Jeremy had a gun in the first place, but if he shoots my father right now, I won’t shed a tear. Hell, I’d probably even beg for Jeremy to keep fucking me.
“Why don’t you take a seat and enjoy the show Bronwyn is putting on?”
I thrust back against his cock, taking him in and out as I moan.
“You are a sick bastard, you know that?” my father grumbles, looking to be at the end of his rope. He should choke himself on it.
“Yeah, but not nearly as sick as you. You see, after I put my babies inside her, she won’t ever have to worry about me sneaking into my kid’s room at night and raping them. I wouldn’t ever do that. Plus, I’ll be too busy keeping her constantly full of my kids to do much of anything else in the dead of night.” Then, he drives his cock hard into me, stabbing my sweet spot, as I cry out, begging for more.
My father’s face contorts with rage and a dash of shame, but still he pulls out a chair and takes a seat.
Jeremy lifts my leg onto the edge of the table before ramming into me again. “Your daughter has made a mess all over the place. I’m standing in a puddle and you should see the table under her. She’s a super soaker for sure.”
More rage covers my father’s face as I whimper and moan with every thrust. And Jeremy keeps talking. He talks more than I’ve ever heard him speak before. He tells my father how wet I get for him, how good I feel wrapped around his cock. He describes everything with a fine tooth comb as if he’s telling a story.
He’s intentional with every detail even when he says “your daughter feels like heaven and sin”.
The way he’s purposefully antagonizes my father is so fucking hot. So hot that the last line he gives sends me over the edge, screaming as I orgasm.
“Yes, yes! Oh, fuck. Jeremy!”
“That’s right. You take it so good, little ghost.” I buck my hips in time with his thrusts and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Fucking hell.
My body is like a limp noodle as I come down from the high, but Jeremy keeps going, holding me up and fucking me like a sex doll he uses for pleasure. I know he’s not that far behind me and I’ll enjoy every stroke to get him there.
This will go down in history as the best sex of my life and I doubt he’ll be able to top the time he forced my abuser to watch him fuck me into a goddamn coma.
CHAPTER 13
THE SHADOW
“I’m not leaving you here,” I groan as I pull my shirt over my head, yanking it down my torso. Bron is really starting to piss me off. I don’t know what her deal is, but I don’t like it. I would never describe her as a clingy person, but that’s the way she has been the past few days. She disappeared three days ago for hours and we got into a major fight over it, but immediately after, she started clinging onto me, not wanting me to leave her sight. Now, out of nowhere, she suddenly wants me to leave her at homealonewhile David and Kathy are gone on some couple’s getaway in Dubai. They barely left an hour ago and what if they come back?
I don’t want to risk her being alone with David, ever.
It might be a small chance, but the possibility is always there.
“Jer, I’ll be fine. I just don’t feel like partying tonight. If you’re really worried about me staying home alone, you can leave your gun with me. I’ll keep it on me at all times, I promise.” She reaches up on the tips of her toes and throws her arms around my neck before giving me a long, deep kiss, one that almost feels like a goodbye. “I can take care of myself, okay?” Then, she smiles at me. “Plus, if I stay here, it gives you more of a reason not to stay out all night. You can go see your friends, giveXavi his birthday present, eat some cake, and come back to fuck me into a coma. Seriously, Jer, one night apart won’t kill you.” Her last sentence takes on a joking edge, but something doesn’t feel right.
The stench of bullshit permeates the room.
“You’re planning to run off, aren’t you?” I ask, but she just laughs.
“And where could I go that you wouldn’t find me?”
That’s true. I have a tracker installed on her phone that she’s completely oblivious to. I always know where she is.
“Then, what are you planning?”
She seems contemplative before she huffs. “Fine. I really want to watch the Barbie movie.”
Ew. Gross.
My face must reflect my thoughts because she laughs. “It is supposed to be a good look into present day feminism. Don’t judge me. You don’t have to watch it, but I want to and sometimes there are things I want to do that you don’t. That’s okay, but you have to give me the space to do them. You get to hang out with your friends without worrying about who is looking at me and I can watch my girlie movie without you pouting the whole way. It’s a win-win situation.”
