Page 5 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

“Just love,” I reply softly before I brace myself.

“Love is for pussies. And speaking of which,” he pauses briefly enough to force himself into me, “I’m going to enjoy destroying this one before I let you walk away.”

I clench my teeth together as he shoves himself completely inside of me, then places a hand on either side of my head.

“Now, I expect you to do a little work here. Being a lazy whore and just laying there doesn’t get you paid.”

I swallow down the sob in my throat as I reach down for my dick and begin to stroke it. I don’t know if that’s what he has in mind, but unless he tells me, I’s the best that I have to offer.

“See? I knew you’d enjoy it,” he says leaning down, his breath hot against my face. “Why don’t you move your hips a little and show me how good it is.”

As I continue to stroke myself, I keep my eyes closed as I do my best to grind down against him.

I’ve never felt as goddamn worthless as I do in this moment.

“God, you are fuckingtight,” he growls as one of his hands trails down the side of my body, grips a leg firmly, and arches it, allowing him to burrow deeper into me.

As Simon’s pace picks up, my head begins to bounce against the wall behind me. I can feel the bruises starting to grow, the scraping that will leave little streaks of blood, the absolute fucking hatred for myself grow second by second, and yet I still lay here taking everything he has to give me.

Letting go of my leg, he snakes a hand up my shirt as he fucks me faster, his balls slapping against my ass hard enough that I know they’ll leave a mark.

He’s hurting himself just to hurt me, and that’s the most dangerous thing about a stranger.

“Come on,” he says in a bated tone as he pulls out of me, “ride my cock so I know you love this.”

Chapter

Five

Humiliation would be a good way to describe what I’m feeling along with the worthlessness.

I push myself up unsteadily, move to my knees, then wait for him to sit down.

It would be so easy to hit him then take his money and run, but Simon is too smart for that.

It’s more than likely why he’s manhandled me as much as he has.

He knows that it would make me too sore, too scared, and too weak to run.

I open my eyes for moment and look at the ground. My palms are opened, my fingers are splayed, and my lungs hurt.

But Etta needs her medicine, and I’m the only tool for her to get them with.

So I’ll be the martyr she needs me to be tonight and hope that eventually, she’ll be able to see me through clear eyes instead of ones hidden behind the murky mist of addiction.

Simon leans over and gives me a violent tug, causing me to almost lose my standing and smack my face against the floor.

It wouldn’t surprise me if that were part of his plan.

Brutalize me.

Knock me unconscious.

Walk away with a free fuck.

Not this time.

“Yeah, I got it,” I say quietly as I crawl the few inches toward him, then straddle his lap.

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