“Goddamn.” We’re going to do this, and there’s no going back.
Fuck the Lords. Fuck my brothers and fuck the dead guy who lies on the floor beside the bed. I did a good deed, and she’s my reward.
Her hand quickens on my cock, and I push her back to lying on the bed. I crawl on top of her, spreading her legs open with mine. My fingers play with her pussy for a second before I slide one in.
Her eyes glass over, and her hand begins to slow on my dick. Removing my finger, I slap her cunt, and she cries out. Blinking, her now focused eyes meet mine. Her legs try to close, but I keep them open with my knees.
“Eyes on me, Eve,” I order.
That man who was just about to rape her wasn’t the first. She’s been used before. I’ve seen this at Carnage. The abused tune their abusers out—dissociate.
I scan her body, looking closely, and notice she has faint scars dotted on her inner thighs and wrists. Has she been beaten, or were they self-inflicted? I’ve seen those abused self-harm due to the trauma they’ve endured.
She also has several small bruises on her upper arms. Fingerprints maybe? Are they fresh from the guy I just stopped from raping her? At first glance out on the deck, she looked thin, but the way her ribs protrude through her skin tells another story. She looks frail—breakable. Possibly from starvation or use of drugs.
I look over her hip and see three short vertical lines—they’re not fresh but they don’t seem old either. I run my finger over them, and she flinches.
“Tell me to stop, Eve.” I drop my hand back to her pussy, loving how red and swollen it is now from when I slapped it. “And I will.”
“No.” She sucks in a deep breath. “Please don’t. I want you to touch me.”
I slide two fingers into her this time, and her green eyes stare into mine. I can see them more clearly. They’re the prettiest green I’ve ever seen. She’s got them enhanced with black liner and mascara that still remains on her cheeks from crying earlier.
“Good girl,” I praise, and she whimpers. Pulling them out, I slide them in again.
Her hand starts to run up and down my shaft on autopilot, and I watch her eyes grow heavy when I add a third finger. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, Eve.”
She arches her neck, and her hips buck when my fingers get rough. “Please…oh, God…” Her hand falls from my dick, and I don’t even care about myself. She’s mesmerizing.
“Look at me, Eve,” I command. “Eyes on mine.”
She swallows and lowers her head, and her pretty green eyes find me once again. “Fuck, you’re goddamn perfect,” I tell her.
Her body rocks back and forth on the bed, and I work a fourth into her. She cries out as I shove them all the way in to my knuckles. “How many can you take, Eve? Hmm? Can you take them all?”
She’s gasping, body wiggling under mine, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“Angel,” I decide to call her.
If I believed in heaven, she’d be what I imagine it would look like. Her once tight bun has come loose, and her hair now fans out on the disheveled comforter and around her perfect face. Even with smeared makeup, she’s breathtaking.
“Please?” she begs, her tear-filled eyes searching mine, and just when I think she couldn’t get any more gorgeous, she does.
Her hands find their way to my hair. Nails scrape my scalp while her hips ride my fingers. “Fuucckkk…” Her lashes fall closed, and I push my hand farther into her cunt, feeling it stretch against her resistance.
Her eyes pop open in panic, and she gasps.
“Relax, Eve,” I tell her, working them in and out. I’m moving more slowly than I’d like, but I don’t want to hurt her.
She screams out my name, her hands fisting my hair, and I smile. “You can take it, angel.” You’d be surprised what a body can endure.
Fresh tears fall from the corner of her eyes, and I watch with fascination when she nods her head once. “I…I can take it.”
“Good girl.” I push my hand against the pressure of her body wanting to keep it out. “You’re so fucking soaked.”
Her legs tremble and her breathing becomes labored. “Just relax for me, angel. Let me in.”
“O-kay.” She sniffs.
