Page 63 of The Cruel Heir
He didn’t say a word when we entered the room. Just moved toward the bed, where something waited; a long, leather case, unmistakable in shape.
I froze.
Not because I didn’t know what it was.
Because I did.
He turned to me, his expression unreadable, but softer than I’d ever seen it. “You never touched one again. After me.”
“What is this?”
Sterling didn’t answer at first. He moved behind me, hands to my hips, voice soft but firm.
“Open it.”
The case creaked as I did. Inside was a dark maple violin. Familiar and foreign all at once. My fingers trembled.
“You think this makes things okay?”
“No,” he said, stepping closer. “This doesn’t fix anything. I don’t deserve to hear you play. But I want to.”
I turned to him, eyes wide. He shrugged, his jaw flexing, like the admission cost him something.
“It’s selfish. I want to hear the music you used to make. The music I stole.”
He reached for my hand, but didn’t touch me. “I’m not asking for forgiveness. Just… let me be the one who gives it back.”
I didn’t touch it.
But I didn’t walk away either. I stood in place, frozen from the gesture, not really knowing what to do. I couldn’t move my muscles.
Not even when he broke and pulled me close to him. My body moved robotically as Sterling touched me sensually. His eyes never left mine. I couldn’t take it.
It was so intimate, I had to look away and disassociate from his loving touch. My mind flashed back to the memory of him forcing me.
I lashed out,trying to get away from the maniac sexually assaulting me.
“I can’t wait to keep you pregnant, baby,” he rasped, palm sliding to the slight swell he’d already claimed. “You, me, no emptiness between us ever again,” he groaned in my ear, as he fucked me even harder.
I cried out terrified. “No, please. Stop, I don’t want your baby inside of me! I’m not on birth control.” I didn’t even think about the fact that I was already pregnant.
He smiled widely, like I’d agreed with him, and thrust his hips harder, snapping against mine.
“You’re going to make a great mom. I’m going to fill you up with my cum and you’ll be right as rain.” His voice was deep but floaty, like he wasn’t even in the same room as me.
“No, you’re about to be my step-brother. What will they say when they see the bruises? Get the fuck off of me!” I tried to shove him away, even as my pussy clenched down on his cock in rebellion.
“Fuck, yes, my little hummingbird. Anything you want,” his lustful voice murmured into my ear. He didn’t pull out. He pushed deeper inside of me, and I couldn’t help but cry out, in shock and pleasure.
My body was betraying me in the worst way, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. He shoved himself as deep as he could inside of me, groaning his pleasure above me, as I came right along with him.
Shame raced through my veins, as soon as my orgasm died down, and I looked away, not wanting to see any moreevidence of my second sexual assault by the same man. It didn’t matter if I came. I said no, and I meant it.
He gave me a gentle kiss.
I stood naked before him,trying to feel less vulnerable, blinking away my sleepiness, while he was still fully clothed. He helped me down onto my back. My lips parted, as that was where his gentleness ended.
He ate me out like I paid him for the service. Like he had a point to prove, or maybe this was his way of saying sorry. I wasn’t certain.
