No nicknames.Her heart hurt.
When she was clear of the cage, he walked away from her. Out of the playroom. “Lying cunts crawl after their owners.”
She crawled down the hall behind him, knees aching. Her hands trembled as she moved, body stiff from her time in the cage, joints creaking in protest.
Her vision blurred. Not from the pain, from the grief. The shame.
He opened his door and stood aside. She didn’t dare so much as pause before she crawled inside like the filthy thing she was. The horrible fucktoy who’d disrespected his bed.
“On the bed. On your belly like a little worm.”
Her chest cracked open and her heart hurt. The bed.His bed.
She climbed up and flattened herself on her belly, face to the mattress.Hismattress. Shame burned down her spine, flayed her open from the inside. He’d never called her that before.Worm.That was Silas’s word, but Boone had said it like it was true.
His clothes hit the floor in a few dull thuds, then he was on the bed, his knees bracketing her legs before she’d even settled, the pressure of his thighs forcing her legs together.
Trapped.
No preamble. No preparation. No warning. No easing. He shoved in with a blunt, brutal shove of his cock, forcing her ass open dry. Driving deep. Shoving hard.
A scream tore from her throat. Her chest. The bottom of her stomach.
Her body tried to fight him, spasming against the stretch, but he didn’t slow. Didn’t soften. His hands clamped down on her shoulders andforcedher to take it. Forced her open. Forced her still. Held her open while he shoved every inch into her screaming hole.
“Lying whores don’t get lube.”
She bit her tongue and didn’t respond. She didn’tdeservekindness. Didn’t deserve lube. Didn’t even deserve to be seen as a person right now.
“Tell me why you did it,” he growled, dragging his cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back in. “Whymymotherfucking bed?”
She sobbed into the blankets, the sheets already soaked from her tears and snot. “Because… because both of them were on high, and I was so close, and I was leaned over doing the corner! It wasn’t against you, Sir, this was just where I was when… when everything went to high all at once—”
“And that’s never happened before?”
She sobbed. Gasped for air.
He punctuated with another harder thrust. “Tell me.”
“It has, Sir, but this time was different! It put me almost there right away, Sir!”
“And?” He rammed into her again, brutal and unyielding.
“And… and I came, Sir. I didn’t mean to, but I… I was thinking about you. All of you. Using me. I didn’t plan it, it just hap—”
His hips slammed harder against her ass, sinking his massive cock all the way inside her, the impact loud and wet now with the damage he was doing to her hole. She screamed again, barely able to hold still under the force of it.
“You came onmy bed, without permission, like a filthy little slut with no control over her greedy motherfucking cunt.”
She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Her insides felt like they’d been twisted around his cock, torn and bruised. Her stomach heaved and rolled — if she’d eaten recently, she’d have puked.
“Isleepin this bed,” he hissed, each word dragged out like a lash. “Iownthis bed. And you—” A savage thrust punctuated the word, shoving her forward on the mattress, “You fuckingdisrespectedit.”
He brutalized her ass with a relentless pace. Deep and fast. Hard. Vicious.
Tears streamed from her eyes, soaking into the sheets she’d soiled with her dishonor, her deceit. Her breath hitched, and her voice came out high and ragged, “I’m sorry, Sir — please—”
“You think ‘sorry’ means a damn thing right now?”
