Page 22 of Voracious

“W-Why?”

“You pissed me off. You already know what happens when you piss me off.” He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him while he takes his eyes off the road to scowl at me. “You’ll kiss me when I demand you kiss me. And eventually, I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll enjoy it. I won’t wear protection. I’ll stuff you with every drop of my cum until you’re carrying my child. Then you’ll be mine forever – shackled to my fucking side.”

He releases my chin, and I stare forward, tears tracking my cheeks.

He drives us home. Parks in the garage and turns off the engine. We sit in a silence that slowly kills me inside – it’s deafening.

“What do I need to do?” he asks finally.

I stare at him, giving him a look of groggy confusion.

Sighing, he wipes a hand down his face. “I’ve tried everything possible to make you feel the same way I feel about you. Nothing, not even forcing you to care about me, works. What do I need to do?”

All I can do is shake my head. He doesn’t care about me – he wants to own me. He basically already does. The fear he triggers in me when he’s around, the way I flinch when he lifts his hand, or how my body tenses at the feel of his touch on my skin are examples of his sickening ownership over me.

He’s already won. He’s taken everything I ever had and crushed it. What more does he want?

“If I kill him, would that make you hate me more?”

I nod – the image of the guard with his face bashed in is replaced by Kade lying lifeless. Bile rises in my throat.

Chris blows out a breath. “Then if I let him live, if I leave him be and treat you right, will you hate me less?”

If I say no, then I don’t know how far Chris will take this. He might lose his shit and hunt down Kade.

Instead of giving him a reply, I drop my gaze to my lap and dig my nails into my palms, trying to take the attention away from how useless and powerless I feel.

“So you’re aware…” I take a deep breath, forcing my words out even though I’d rather go to sleep and never wake up. “So you’re aware you don’t t-treat me right?”

“I know I can be a bit hard on you.”

A bit?A bit?

“You’ll learn to love me back, Stacey,” Chris says, almost sounding sad. “Mum and our dear older brother will understand.”

I try to shake my head, still drowsy from him drugging me. “I’ll n-never love you.”

Chris grits his teeth and snatches my hand painfully. “Unbuckle my belt,” he orders.

I try to pull my hand away, but he’s too strong. I shouldn’t have said that. Now he’s mad.

“Do it – or else.”

Closing my eyes, I turn my head away from him as he takes his own belt off then unzips his jeans. My chest tightens with disgust as something warm and hard hits my hand, and he manipulates my fingers around it with his own.

“Imagine I’m him,” he breathes. “If you need to, pretend I’m him.”

He’s moving his own hand on himself but with my fingers trapped beneath, and I feel bile rising in my throat as he starts to let out soft whimpers, telling me sickeningly how he’s imagined me doing this since I was fourteen.

Sick, perverted asshole.

Every time I try to pull away, it makes him swear under his breath and tighten his hold on my fingers while he thrusts upwards. I flinch as he grips my thigh with his free hand, digging his blunt nails into my leg as he finds his horrible release, messing his steering wheel.

He keeps my hand there, and I try to ignore the warm liquid dripping onto my skin.

“This is only the start, Stacey,” he tells me, letting go of his cock to grab my chin with his cum-covered fingers. “Open your mouth.”

I refuse, but he forces his fingers past my lips anyway, sending a shock of pain through my system as he rips my burst lip further, filling my mouth with his horrid taste.

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