The taste hits my tongue and I want to gag—but my thighs clench instead. Heat flushes my cheeks, not just from the humiliation but from the sharp, electric jolt low in my stomach. I hate that I’m wet. Hate that he can feel it.
My arms ache, ropes biting into raw, blood-slicked wrists as I twist and claw. I kick back, my heel scraping uselessly against his shin. He grips my ass in both hands and lifts me like I weigh nothing, his chest crushing against my back.
I jolt when his cock drags between my ass cheeks.
“I could rip your ass open right now. Make you bleed. Make you scream. Fuck you until your insides tear, and you couldn’t stop me. You’d just hang here, dripping all over the floor, that useless little pussy sobbing for attention.”
“Go to hell.”
He slams two fingers into me again. The stretch makes me choke on a sob. My thighs tremble, my body reacting against my will.
“I’d fuck you bloody and you’d still come. You’d cry and scream and hate it—hate me—but your little cunt would milk my cock like the greedy, filthy whore you are.”
I violently shake my head. But my body betrays me.
“Don’t lie to me. You want this. You need it. To be broken. To be used.”
His hand moves to my clit. My hips jerk, the friction sending shockwaves up my spine. I thrash, spit flying, tears slipping hot down my cheeks as I try to twist away.
“You feel that?” He pants, sliding his cock up and down in my crack. “Feel how fucking close you are? I’m not even inside you, and you’re going to come. Pathetic little toy. Just a set ofholes to be used. Come for me.” He slaps my clit with his fingers. “Fucking now, or I’ll carve it off.”
He pinches hard, and my body splinters. I scream as pleasure tears through me. My vision goes white. My muscles seize.
The shame hits harder than the orgasm.
And he doesn’t stop.
His cock grinds faster between my ass cheeks, and my head lolls back as another orgasm builds too fast, too violent. I’m sobbing, convulsing, hating every second of it.
He groans, his cock twitches, and hot, sticky ropes of cum hit my back. Sliding down my skin. Pooling between my shoulder blades. I want to scream. I want to die.
Instead, I hang there. Used. Disgusting.
He drags his fingers through his release and smears it across my back, down my spine, over my ass. Then he forces his hand to my mouth. I clamp my lips shut, shaking my head.
“Open.”
No.
He grabs my jaw, shoving his fingers past my lips, coating my tongue with the bitter taste of him. My stomach lurches and I gag.
“Clean your mess. Lick it up. Suck my fucking fingers like the mouthy little brat you are.”
He doesn’t let go until I swallow. Then he cups my pussy again, fingers digging in roughly.
“Next time, I’m splitting you in two. This cunt?” He squeezes hard. “It belongs to me.”
He steps back, tucking himself away. I spit in his face again, and he laughs, wiping it with the back of his hand before he licks it. Then turns toward the door.
“Have fun getting out of those,” he murmurs without looking back. Leaving me bound. Shaking. Violated.
The Command Center doors at the Vault slam shut behind me with a clang that echoes through the steel-lined room. The air hums with tension and tech. Screens flash with satellite feeds and heat signatures, and a dozen faceless techs clack away at computers.
Raze is at the center console, leaning over the largest screen.
“Thought you were on lockdown,Prince Charming,” a smug Russian drawl cuts through the static.
I don’t even need to look. That fucker’s voice is unmistakable.
