Page 13 of Coach's Pet

Her thrashing moves my dick deeper into her, and her hair covers a portion of her face. I see the lone tear moving down her cheek, and my mind keeps going back to wondering if something happened to her.

Ignoring the feeling, I move her hair out of her face. “Oh, but pebble, you will.” Sliding another inch into her causes her body to tense. Running my free hand up her shaking body, I watch her. She seems truly afraid. Something in me shifts, and my feelings twist and turn. Closing my eyes for a moment, I shut that emotion down. I will not feel sorry for her.

Try as I might to be a bastard, questions bombard me. Has she been abused in the past? I have no idea where that thought comes from, but it’s enough to make me stop.

Holding her face, I watch as she cries. She isn’t begging me to stop; she’s suffering in silence, but that doesn’t matter. It’s too late for me to fully stop. Pushing back into her, she gasps.

The only thought that makes me not feel like utter shit is that she deserves this. It’s not my fault she’s a devil and I need my revenge. Crucinda’s the evil one, and I’m righting a wrong, dammit. Taking my cock by the base, I shove deep into her, watching her body arch. She’s tight as hell, and her pussy tries to latch onto me as I pull out. Fuck, she has the perfect pussy, but I don’t drive back into her.

I will have her in every hole before I kill her, but for now, getting off on the thought will have to do.

Eight

He stopped.Yes. He entered my body, but he pulled out and didn’t continue to take me. I wish he would have left me alone, and now he isn’t touching me anymore. I realize that’s enough for now. His hot semen hits my chest, and he rubs it into my body.

“Soon, I’ll be coating that wet cunt of yours with this.” He laughs and gets off the bed, leaving me here, petrified of him going through with his threats. Something tells me they are more like promises.

Calm down, Crucinda. I have to repeat this ten more times before I can genuinely get myself to relax. It’s been hard to keep my mind from going back in time. I’m not safe, but this man isn’t my father or anyone from my past.

Right?

With a plan to tell him whatever he wants the next time he comes into the room, a resolve settles over me. Whatever it takes to get away from this maniac. Even if I must lie.

The sun is set by the time the man comes back. He doesn’t have food this time, and my stomach rumbles with hunger.

“My father said you were a manipulating bitch, but your employees adore you.”

When did he talk to them?

Who is his father?

Why won’t he answer any of my questions?

I watch him pace back and forth in front of the bed. It’s dizzying to watch him, so I turn my face away and close my eyes. There are too many thoughts and unanswered questions to focus on.

He hits my foot, and I look at him. We stare at each other, trying to size one another up. I’m tied up and unable to move. What could he possibly fear from me?

“Who’s your father?” Damn, my curiosity. I wasn’t going to ask, but if I can’t have his name, at least maybe he’ll tell me who the hell caused him to hate me so much.

“You really don’t know?” He comes closer to me, and my breath hitches.

“No.”

“Ricardo McKessonville.” He sits down on the bed as my world does somersaults.

No. No fucking way.

No, I refuse to believe him.

It’s clear I’m in denial. He’s my step-nephew, then.

No. He can’t be.

“You don’t seem shocked. In fact, you look downright horrified.” He stares at me with amusement in his eyes.

“Is…” Fuck, I can’t even say it. Closing my eyes, I try very hard to control my breathing. “Is your father coming?” Yeah, I’m beyond horrified. I’m frantic. There are two people from my past I’m terrified of. One is dead, and the other’s name was just uttered.

He flicks my nipple, and I jump. “You don’t know?” He chuckles; crazy and uncontrolled fury comes from him. “He’s dead.”

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