Page 6 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

He puts a hand on either side of my hips as I reach down for his cock and begin to lower myself down, doing my best to try and ignore the feeling of it inside of me again.

“God, that pussy is still fucking tight,” he breathes as I settle as best as I can. “Get moving and let’s see if we can’t take care of that.”

I slowly begin to move my body, my hips rocking back and forth as he digs his fingernails into my flesh, but it’s not enough.

He doesn’t allow me to gain my bearings, instead, choosing to thrust up into me violently enough to render me a damn near ragdoll.

“Wait—”

“Shut up and earn your money, little whore,” he grinds out as he continues to thrust into me.

I can feel myself starting to tear.

I can feel the self-loathing beginning to grow into something it’s never been before, but most of all, I can feel Etta’s eyes on me after she has her fix.

And that makes this all worth it.

“Tug on that limp little dick of yours,” he commands as he continues to fuck me.

I do as I’m told because I hope it will bring the vicious assault to an end sooner rather than later.

“Come on, bitch!” he snarls.

He’s getting angry because I can’t get hard no matter what he does or says to me.

Simon thought the world of himself and his performance, but I can’t find any enjoyment in it, and as such, my body refuses to react the way he wants it to.

“Fuck this,” he growls as he shoves me off. I hit the cobblestone hard, but barely have a chance to compose myself when he grabs me by the shirt and rolls me over.

Using the fabric as leverage, he forms a fist around it, then rams his cock into me from behind.

A wheedling noise escapes me, but I refuse to cry. No matter how many tears are welled in my eyes, the dam is held back, completely unbreakable, by thoughts of Etta.

Simon grunts and groans as he fucks me without thought for anything other than filling me with his cum again.

An open handed slap against my ass as he thrusts faster and deeper, until he finally releases another hot load into me.

“I wish I could see how destroyed your pussy is, little whore. I bet you’re bloody and I’d love to see my cum dripping out of your ass.”

I rest my forehead against my folded arm.

It seems that it’s finally over.

“Here,” he says as he gets to his feet. I turn my face and watch his sneakers as he moves toward his jeans, pulls out his wallet again, then drops two bills next to my face.

“See if that feeds that junkie sister of yours habit long enough. And if you need more, I’ll be in town for another month.”

Chapter

Six

It’s been an hour since Simon’s left, but I’m still in the alley, half naked with my back against the wall.

I haven’t found the strength to move yet nor retrieve the payment that I allowed myself to get ravaged for.

I reach a hand up and wipe the sweat off my face, hoping that the smell of him will have disappeared by now.

I want to go home to Etta soon, but I can’t go empty-handed, and I won’t go smelling like the whore he branded me as.

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