Page 68 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

“This,” he begins holding up one of my hands in my line of sight, “makes you look like a whore. Don’t ever paint your nails this color again.”

I blink rapidly a few times as the world explodes around me. It’s not because he hit me, it’s because my body is desperately trying to take in oxygen and get the blood flowing properly again.

Mr. G. loops the belt around his fist again, jerking my head back as he shoves his thick cock into me without mercy. He begins to thrust his hips in a manic, yet controlled manner. Almost like an animal aware that it has rabies and still trying to hold on to the shred of normalcy it felt before becoming infected.

He grunts as he continues thrusting, using me as his personal fuck toy—ragged, abused, and being trained for whoever places the highest bid on me.

Mr. G. pulls out of me for a moment and begins to pump his cock until he comes against the inside of my thigh, then uses the belt to force me to turn over onto my stomach, my face against the sweaty desk, and he enters me again.

The harder he fucks me, the more I bite back tears of pain.

The deeper he goes, the more I realized how much I missed this.

Chapter

Ten

“What are you going to do about Calista?” I ask him after he’s had his fill of me. My legs are shaking, my neck is bruised and raw, but I honestly can’t remember a time I felt so damn wanted.

He lets out a tired chuckle as he runs his hand back through his hair, then grins at me.

“She hasn’t caught us so far, what makes you think she’ll be a problem?”

“Well, it was different before, Everett,” I remind him with an eye roll. “Hotel rooms across state lines because you’re ‘on business’ are different than having me in your home and taking care of your kids.”

“You’ve got a point there,” he says thoughtfully. He thinks for a moment as I use tissue from the box on his desk to clean up my thighs, then he snaps his fingers.

Everett walks over to his desk and sits in his chair, then taps a few keys on the computer to bring it to life.

I wrinkle my nose, “You could have at least let me get you a towel before you plunked your ass down.”

“You’ll clean it later,” he replies dismissively.

“I will?”

“Mhm. With your tongue while I fuck you again,” he says with a smirk as he hits the backspace bar on the keyboard a few times and then begins typing again.

I roll my eyes.

Everett loves to make me do degrading things because it helps get him off faster. I’m starting to think that’s what the problem with Calista is—she’s probably way too vanilla for his real tastes, whereas I just want to be his no matter the cost to my body and soul.

I met him a couple of years back when I was on my way to the mall, feeling very grand because Miss Jean had given me a twenty dollar bill for my birthday. I thought I was on top of the world and able to buy anything my heart desired.

Of course, when I tried to take a pile of new clothes to the register and found out I was wrong, Everett swooped in to save the day. He was there alone shopping for Calista, but I guess I caught his eyes.

Could have been the tears of embarrassment falling down my face, or it could have been my ass hanging out of the bottom of my too-short-skirt, but that didn’t matter to me.

Especially not when he paid for everything, told me to keep the twenty for a rainy day and have lunch with him in the food court. He told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and in return, I blew him in his car before we parted ways.

We’ve been fucking each other ever since behind Mrs. G.’s back. But she’s been suspicious of him cheating on her lately, and we had to stop for a while. I busied myself at the shelter trying to take my mind off of him by doing menial things and playing secretary for Miss Jean, hoping that one of the phone calls would miraculously be him—even though he never knew where I lived.

I guess he’s been feeling lonely lately and that’s why he came up with this damn scheme of me babysitting his kids when I ran into him at the mall again. It kind of felt like fate wanted us to be together because when we laid eyes on each other, it felt like it was for the first time all over again, and I knew I couldn’t be without him anymore.

He turned down every potential babysitter that called and urged me to hurry up and get an interview because Calista was losing hope.

And in a way, I guess he was too.

I hate that I had to fool my way into his home, but we played our parts well and now the only thing that’s left is the ever lingering problem of his wife.

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