Page 32 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

Her breath caught at my nasty words, but it only made me want to tell her every sick and twisted fantasy I had because I knew. All of them involved her and her alone.

“We are going to finish our food and then I’ll take you home and if you’re a good little girl and I think you deserve it, I may just let you do whatever you want to my dick. But until then, shut the fuck up and eat your damn breakfast.” I pressed my lips to her ear. “You got me, pet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Hmm...I like that title leaving your mouth.” I pinched her chin, forcing her head around to meet my stare. “Now, are you going to behave?”

“Probably not,” she murmured, her eyes flashing with a hint of lust and mischief.

A wicked grin spread on my face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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(Amber)

“Have you heard of BDSM, Aaron?” I asked him as I knelt on the bed. I had researched that the standard submissive pose was in a kneeling position with your palms up on your thighs and your head bowed.

“Yeah, why?” he asked, not looking at me and continuing to play on his phone.

“Because I’d like to try it. I think it could be fun and spice up our sex life.”

He finally looked at me then, a frown pulling his eyebrows to the center of his forehead. “Our sex life is fine, Amber.” He went back to his phone which was his way of saying that the conversation was over. But it wasn’t. Not in the least.

I sighed, leaving the bed and heading to the door.

“Can you grab me a beer?”

“Yeah, sure.” I left the room, closed the door behind me, and leaned against it. Our sex life was fine. Right. For him maybe but it wasn’t even remotely fine for me.

“Amber,” he called from the other side of the door. “Hurry the fuck up, woman.”

I trudged to the kitchen, grabbed him a beer, and headed back to our room. “Can we at least try something new?”

“Why?” he asked, taking the beer from me, popping the cap off, and finishing half the bottle before putting it on the nightstand. “You bored with me?”

“No, it’s not that.” Before I could explain, he had me on my back and pinned to the bed. “Aaron.”

“You want me to choke you? Beat your ass? You into some sick shit that I don’t know about?” His questions came out angry and cold, and I had no idea why.

“That’s not it.” I tried struggling from beneath him, but he was too heavy. “Aaron, please. I just wanted to spice things up. That’s all.”

“I’ll spice them up for you.”

Although that had been years ago, I could still feel the pain of Aaron’s cock ripping into my unprepared body. Even though I had told him no and begged for him to stop, he hadn’t. He had automatically assumed that just because I wanted to try something new, I wanted to be forced into submission. Which wasn’t the case at all.

After he raped me, I never brought it up again. I never even hinted for sex and waited for him to instead. From that point on, a piece of my soul had shattered, and it only heightened the need to get out and away from him. But at the same time, I was terrified to because I knew too much of what went on in the club life. That had been how he made me feel. That if I left him, they would come after me and kill me, my mom, Shawnee, and everyone else I knew and cared about. But that wasn’t true. At all. I just didn’t know it until it was too late.

“You should have come to me,” Tiny said, covering my trembling hands that were resting on my lap. “I could have helped you.”

Tears fell on our joined hands. “Aaron told me…I didn’t think you would protect me, and I thought you would side with him.”

“Do you not know me at all?”

My chest tightened at the hurt in Tiny’s voice. For a man who was so damn big, he cared. Hard. You just couldn’t tell anyone that.

“Hey.” Sammy kissed my temple. “Where did you go?”

I swallowed hard. “Nowhere.” I smiled up at him for reassurance, but he probably knew I was lying. Especially when he only stared at me and I shifted uncomfortably beside him. Unable to take any more of it, I stood from the couch and mumbled something about getting drinks for us.

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