Page 61 of Battling the Enemy
But I never knew just how dark he was or how evil his soul was until he grabbed me by my chin and said, “I’m taking you, Delaney, whether you want me to or not.” I gasped as his hold tightened on my face. I could literallyfeelthe darkness swimming in his veins shimmer over me. “I own you. I own you like I have receipt for you in my back pocket.”
“Deke-”
“You’re mine,” he repeated. “You’re mine and I will make this right, I swear to God. I will undo everything I did to you, but you willnottell me no. And there’s no way I’m every going to let you leave me.”
My hands pushed at his chest. “Fuck you! You can’t undo it!”
His hand wrapped around my neck and he squeezed. “Then you shouldn’t have kissed me back!” he roared in my face, right before he started tearing at my shorts.
The fight was on.
I knew I wasn’t going to win, but I had to fight. I couldn’t just give in no matter how much my heart wanted to. My heart wanted to forgive him, but my mind wanted to make him pay.
And my soul?
My soul wanted to feel the peace only being with Deke could bring me.
Deke had yanked me off the counter and, even after fighting with all my might, he had my shorts and panties down around my knees right before he swung me around, pressing me up against the countertop. He locked his right arm around my body as his left hand reached in between my legs and he pulled my tampon out.
It was the most intimately disgusting thing anyone has ever done to me.
“Deke!” I screamed, trying to make him see reason, but he was beyond reason. Not two seconds later, he drove into me, and the moisture from my blood allowed him to slip right in.“Oh, God!”
Deke slammed into me as if he hadn’t just forced himself into my body. “You’re mine, Delaney,” he grunted. “You’re mine, and I will not live without you.” I started crying the second I knew he was starting to win. “I love you, Delaney. I love you more than my own life, and I will…I will…anything, Lamb. Tell me, and I’ll do anything.”
I couldn’t tell him.
I couldn’t do anything other than ride the wave and I felt weak at how I could enjoy what he was doing to me. I hated how I knew I was going to forgive him. I hated that I was going to be that girl. I hated how he felt so good inside me, all common sense ceased to exist.
“Deke…” I cried, not bother to hide the tears.
His hand grabbed my neck, and he pulled my body up against his as he rammed his cock into me over, and over again. “I love you,” he panted. I stared at him through the mirror, and he looked as torn up as I felt. “I love you, Delaney. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”
And then I felt it.
The signs of what was to come and shame coursed through my body as my body started to respond to his thrusts. I felt the anguish down to my soul as I told him, “I’m going to cum…”
His hold on my neck tightened and his head dropped to my shoulder as his thrusts became harder, faster, and deeper. “Cum on my cock, baby,” he begged. “Cum on my cock and show me I haven’t lost you completely.”
I came and my scream could be heard all over the house.“Deke!”
A few grunts later, Deke was emptying himself inside me, until I felt the weight of his body collapse over me. Our chests heaved with exertion, and while I was absolutely wrecked, being a girl, I couldn’t ignore the fact I was bleeding.
“Deke?” He mumbled something against my back, but I couldn’t make it out. “Deke, I need to shower.”
He righted himself and looking at me in the mirror said, “I can’t let you go, Delaney.”
“Deke, I just need to show-”
“No,” he hissed. “You can’t…I can’t let you out of my sight until you say it.”
“Say what?” Deke let out a deep breath before slipping out of me and the moistness was beyond what I was comfortable with. I was going to bleed all over this floor if I didn’t do something. “Let me shower, and then we can talk, okay?”
He looked skeptical but nodded. “Okay.”
Deke redressed me, and the blood not bothering him shined a huge light on his psychopathy.
Chapter 37
