She fights me but doesn’t tell me to stop. She’s still crying, her eyes on mine, and I watch them grow heavier with each thrust as the headboard bangs against the wall.
“That’s it. Come all over my dick, princess. That’s what a good slut does.” My words tip her over the edge, and her pussy clamps down on me. She arches her back. Sweat covers both of our bodies, and she sobs while coming.
The moment she gets off, I pull out and let go of her, sitting up. She pulls her legs to her chest and rolls onto her side, covering her face with her hands, trying to muffle her cries.
I lie down and stretch out in front of her. Wrapping my arms around her trembling body, I pull her into me. “You’re okay,” I say, holding her tightly. “I’m so sorry, princess.” I apologize for giving her what she wanted.
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy for her. But she wanted me to push her. Raylee is the type of woman who wants to appear strong, no matter what it costs.
“You did so good.” I kiss her sweat-covered skin.
Pulling her head from my chest, she places her lips on mine. I cup her face and gently kiss her back. “It’s me,” I say against her wet lips. “It’s me, princess. I got you.” I can’t even begin to imagine how she feels right now. But I know that I will do whatever she needs me to do for her.
Her bloodshot eyes search mine. “I’m … sorry.” She chokes on her words.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I hate that she apologizes for what she feels. That something in the back of her mind is telling her she’s in the wrong.
Licking her lips, she whispers, “I love you, Colt.” Fresh tears fall from her eyes, and I wipe them away. “I love you.”
I open my mouth, but she buries her head into my chest again, sobbing.
EPILOGUE
COLTON
ISTAND SURROUNDED by woods back behind the Cathedral in the cemetery—it’s the Lords’ personal burial ground. Raylee stands about ten feet in front of me, her large sunglasses on her face as the sun starts to rise over the tall trees. It’s not quite that bright yet, but she wears them to cover up the bruises from Nate. They’re not as bad as they were, but still noticeable.
She turns, giving me a profile view, and smiles at something Alex says to her. It’s a real one. Over the past week, I’ve seen her fake it.
Last night, I woke up in bed alone and found her on the couch. The moment she saw me, she wiped her eyes and put a smile on her face. Like she thinks I don’t know the difference.
I’m not going to call her out on it, though. When I asked her what she was doing, she told me she couldn’t sleep and wanted to watch TV but didn’t want to wake me. I carried her back to our room, laid her in bed, and turned on the TV. She fell asleep in my arms before the movie even started while I ended up staying awake the rest of the night.
I catch sight of Finn walking over to me. “How’s the hand?” he asks so only I can hear.
I look down and stretch out my fingers before making a fist. “Getting better.”
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I nod. After Raylee told me she loved me, she passed out almost instantly, crying herself to sleep. I waited for a few minutes, grabbed Nate’s phone out of the drawer, and went downstairs to watch the video.
I don’t know what my sick mind thought I’d see, but I was not prepared.
Afterward, I went a little crazy. Broke some shit and punched a wall. Finn found me sitting in the dark and tried to calm me down, but there was nothing he could do. I still hear the words echo in my head.
“Tell Colt that you’re my dirty fucking slut now.”
“Tell him how much you’re going to enjoy me tying you down and letting my friends fuck you.”
“They’re going to use you like the whore you are, baby.”
“Beg him now!”
“Huh, you fucking whore. Beg Colt to fuck you now.”
It made me sick to my stomach. But Finn was right. She fought hard. I watched it, holding my breath. Even though I knew she was in our bed upstairs asleep, I kept waiting for her to close her eyes and not open them again. I didn’t tell her I watched it, but I think she knew something was up the next morning.
“What happened to your hand?” she asks, looking down at it.
