Page 38 of Endgame
Her parents probably think that keeping her baby-free will make her more…marketable. That once they annul the marriage, they can pay someone to suture her back together and sell the lie of her being a virgin.
They’re wrong. I’ll knock her up in no time. Will ruin her and everything they have planned.
Her suffering won’t end there. She’ll have a baby with me, but she won’t get to hold it. I’ll rip the newborn from her arms as soon as she pushes them out of her womb. Build a wall in my home to separate this child from their evil mother.
I’ll love and nurture them.
Aurora will die without knowing what they look like.
That’s the level of torture I’ve had in mind for all three of them.
Pure. Deep. One to leave scars on their souls.
I have, until now. My heart revolts against the idea, against hurting her so badly.
The man I’ve become isn’t a man at all.
Silencing what’s left of my conscience, I let my instincts take over, and they demand that I defile her.
I rub Aurora’s panties up and down her pussy. Her folds are getting red, swelling with need and from the friction.
No one’s touched her there before.
Her husband will. She’ll take my cock, my mouth, my spit on her.
I hate how much I need that.
Pushing her skirt higher up her thighs, I bunch it at her waist.
There’s more to do. More torture to be had.
More pleasure.
I twist the hand that’s holding on to her panties, skimming my knuckles over her ass.
She’s blissfully passed out when I lift her hips with my free hand. A couple of inches, giving me access to her cunt.
“Good girl.” My knuckles slide lower, along her wet pussy lips.
It’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to her on our wedding night.
The ink marking my arms and chest burns. The need to claim her has my vision blurring around the edges.
Her pussy won’t be the only hole that I’ll take.
Her ass, that’s mine too. I’ll stretch it. Fuck it. She’ll be walking with a new butt plug shoved inside her every day. Will only get to rest during the night.
She’ll become so. Fucking. Dirty. She’ll have no other choice. With the plug there, she’ll always havemeon her mind.
My heart pumps blood down through my body.
Eye.
For.
An.
Eye.
