“Do you…” she draws in a deep breath, blinking back tears. “Do you feel anything for me at all?”
I cock my head to the side. “Are you asking me if I love you, Zilphia?”
Tears escape her eyes despite her efforts to hold them back. “Do you?”
I stand and walk around my desk, coming face-to-face with her. “Your name and the word love will never leave my mouth in the same sentence.” Because I can’t help my fucking self, I cradle her smooth, damp cheek in my large palm. “You were my first kiss. You were supposed to be my first everything.”
Zilphia leans into my touch. “What if that night never happened? Our lives would be so different.”
“What if?” I laugh mirthlessly. “What-ifs are shit. What-ifs don’t matter. Whatisdoes.”
She places a trembling hand over my heart. “Whatiscan change.”
“No, it can’t.” I cover her hand with my own. “It’s not blood that pumps through my veins.It’s hate.I’ll always hate you, Zilphia. That’ll never change.”
“What about the baby?” she whispers, her pleading eyes boring into mine. “We both grew up in a household without love. We’ve both been abused. We can’t do that to our child.”
“I would never hurt our child!” I tear away from her, anger thrumming through me. “Our child will be loved and cared for.”
“Hating me will hurt our child.” Her voice hitches as more tears flow down her cheeks. “Hurting me willhurtour child. You know it will.”
“I have to hurt you, Zilphia,” I murmur, coming to stand in front of her again. “I’ve told you this. If I was on my deathbed and was granted one last wish before leaving this Earth, it would be to make you bleed one last time.”
“And I’m just supposed to be docile while you abuse and cheat on me for the rest of my life? No, I can’t.” Zilphia shakes her head, taking a step back. “I won’t.” She whirls around and bolts for the door.
I chase after her, slamming her against the wall, my chestpressing against her back. “There’s nowhere you can run where I won’t find you, Zilphia.”
“I can’t live like this,” she wails, sobs racking her slender body. “Please let me go. I swear, you’ll never see me again. Do it for our child. You know in your heart our child doesn’t belong in your world.”
“Never,” I murmur against the side of her neck.
“You’re a selfish bastard,” she hisses.
I smirk. “That I am. I enjoy fucking you too much to ever let you go.”
She scoffs. “You don’t need me to bust a nut. There are plenty of club skanks for you to choose from. Have your pick. I’m pretty sure they’re all eager to please the great Sandman.”
“That’s true, but I say the more the merrier.” I grind my erection into her ass. “How do you feel about a threesome?”
“You’re a disgusting manwhore and I hope your dick falls off!” she screams at the top of her lungs. “Just fucking let me go!”
I spin her around and pin her wrists to the wall. “I’ve been obsessed with you since I was twelve years old, Zilphia. There’s no way in hell I’m ever letting you go.”
“What do you want from me?” she whispers, her doleful gaze searching mine. “Do you want me to love you?”
“No, my sweet, sweet Zilphia.” I press my lips against her ear. “I want you to fear me.” I tear at her jeans, yanking them down her thighs along with her panties.
“No!” Zilphia shouts, shoving past me, but she stumbles and face-plants onto the carpet. She scrambles to her hands and knees, then frantically crawls toward the door.
“Come ’ere.” I grab her ankles and flip her onto her back. “What did I tell you about that word?”
“You can’t keep raping me, Sandman!”
“Who’s going to stop me? You?” I sit back on my haunches and motion her forward. “Okay, give it your best shot.”
Zilphia rears up and punches me square in the face, but I barely feel it. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coursing through my dick.I’ve never wanted to fuck her more than I do at this very moment. “Is that all you got?” I taunt her. “I’m disappointed.”
“Fuck you!” she screams, swinging at me again, but I catch her wrist midair.
