Page 91 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

Eight

Idrop the blade on the carpet when I’m done as Duran quickly pushes Linda’s twitching, gurgling body off his lap. I walk back and sit in the chair I had been watching them in and wait.

He looks down at her, his eyes wide as her body’s convulsions begin to slow down, and I find myself becoming even more aroused at having taken a life than watching him ruin another one.

I hold my hands up and look at the blood that’s coating them, then lean back as best as I can and pull the bottom of my robe up, exposing my cunt. Duran looks at me, his mouth in an angry tight line as I spread my legs and slip a finger into my wet opening.

As I begin to move my finger in and out, he gets to his feet and pulls free the belt that Linda had managed to undo before I sent her on her way and comes over to stand above me.

“Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of the fucking carpet?” he growls at me.

I bring the heels of my feet up onto the couch and slip another finger inside of myself.

“I’m not sorry,” I tell him in bated breaths.

“Dirty little girl,” he snarls as he reaches down for me and roughly pushes me onto the couch. He brings up the back of the robe, forces me onto my knees, and lays the belt across my bare ass.

I close my eyes and let out a yelp as I slip my fingers back into my pussy. He strikes again, and my eyes are watering once more but this time because I’m thrilled to finally get something I’ve wanted for so long.

I’m so used to being abandoned and ignored, but this man—whack!—knows that I—whack!—deserve to be happy just—whack!—once.

He reaches down and forces two of his own fingers inside of me, stretching me out to a width I’ve never been before as he drops his belt and reaches for my hair. He grips the bun and arches my back as he continues to use his fingers to fuck me, becoming in sync with my own.

“How many cocks have you had inside of you, little George?” he breathes into my ear.

“None.”

He chuckles as he pulls his fingers out of me, then forces my own out after him, then turns me onto my back. Duran lowers himself over me, hovering for a moment as he looks into my eyes and smirks.

“Clean,” he instructs as he shoves his fingers into my mouth. I suck as he instructs me to because I’ve done this enough times to myself, after nights spent outside of his window, to know how to do this well.

“Why me, then?” he asks, shoving his fingers down my throat and making me gag. I reach for his wrists in a desperate attempt to pull his hand away from my mouth, but he reaches for the back of my neck and forces his fingers down a little further.

“Can’t talk?” he muses with wild eyes and danger lurking in his touch. “Then I guess I’ll have to teach you to speak when you’re spoken to.”

He pulls his fingers free and shoves me to the carpet. I land hard enough to scrape my elbows, and I know that the sting I feel will leave a mark of sorts, but I don’t care.

This is what I came for.

Chapter

Nine

Duran has a knee digging into my chest, pinning me to the carpet, and he leans down, firmly turning my face toward Linda’s now dead body.

“Thatwas sloppy and unnecessary. Lucky for you, no one really gave a shit about her. Though I will say that if anyone comes to my home looking for her, Iwillsend them to you. Thisis your doing, not mine,” he warns, his tone turning to dry ice that threatens to burn me to ash.

“Now before I have you clean up your mess, little girl, I’m going to give you a treat,” he continues, finally removing his knee and taking the crushing feeling with him.

My lungs feel like they’re on fire, my throat is raw, and my chest feels like it’ll cave at any moment, but this is true Heaven, and I want nothing more than for him to continue.

“On your knees,” he commands in a low, seething tone. I struggle at first because my body is more damaged at this point than it ever has been, but I do as I’m told. “You’re going to tell me a secret, and if it’s good enough, I’ll give you your treat.” Duran looks down at me, crossing his arms over his chest and peering at me with Hell in his gaze. “Begin.”

I wrack my brain.

I don’t know what Duran would see as “good enough” but I desperately want whatever it is he has to offer me, and so I tell him the one thing that destroyed me so long ago.

“My mother left me when I was five years old,” I start softly. “I watched my father beat her to death with his bare hands, from the kitchen cupboard he kept me locked in for as long as I lived there. I don’t remember her much, but I do know that she fought for her life because she didn’t want to leave me with him.” I lick my lips as the memory comes rushing back. “And when he realized what he had done, he came to the cupboard to retrieve me. I … I think he was going to do the same thing to me, but when I looked up at him with teary eyes and a quivering lip, I’m sure he saw that he had destroyed my world. So instead of ending me right then and there, he picked me up and took me with him into their bedroom.” I run a hand over my face, a shuddering breath escaping me as I look up into Duran’s eyes. “He pulled his gun out of the nightstand, kissed me on the cheek, and shot himself while still holding me.”

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