“I’m helping you.”
“No,” I said, barely thinking it over. “This is a one-man job.”
Sniggers darted ‘round the room. Unwarrantedcomments over the fact that I, myself, wasn’t one man.
All mouths shut as I gripped the handle of the blade.
“I understand that. Do you know why we’re doing this?”
“To release my frustrations?” I questioned sardonically.
“No. That wasn’t my authentic reason. I wanted you to get your own back. I know you remember. . .”
I did. I remembered what Woodrow wouldn’t allow to exist in his memories, forcing them to exist only in mine.
I remembered my coming to existence, through the grief of confusion from a small child, who didn’t understand the way a strange woman was touching him. Didn’t understand why his mother—our mother—not only stood there and watched but got off on it. The woman was fucking broken.
And I’d inherited that quality.
“It can feel good for you, or good for her. Not both.”
“He’s lying to you,” Jolie spoke before her head was slammed into the wood. She kept her groan concealed.
But she was right. . . he was lying to me.
“I’m trying to help you, Son. I’m subduing her for you. I protected you last time. You think I hate you, that’s not true. I killed that girl for you. I’d do the same to this one, but why bother if you can enjoy her? Use her to heal.”
“He’s trying to get into your head!”
“Shut up.” I didn’t want to hear Jolie talk. I wanted to see what other bullshit my father would sprout.
“Don’t let him control your mind. He’s trying to worm his way in there because he knows he can’t control your body. He’s playing you!”
Jolie’s head slammed against the table again, but this time, I was the one to do it, hitting her much harder than my father did. His hands stayed on her as her sob broke through her lips, his touch stroking the length of her hair, as if he was trying to soothe her.
“I’m done listening to you, little doll. One more word, and I’ll fuck you until you scream. . . with this.” The knife—fit for a horror movie maniac—traced the curve of her ass.
“I don’t believe you’ll kill me,” she whispered the lie. “I know you. I know your heart, even if your mind is different right now. You share the same heart. You won’t hurt me. Woodrow wouldn’t want that, andyou know it.” Her words sounded different because of all the pain and heartache attached to them. “He loves me, and I love him. And for that, I accept—”
I cut her off, my hand wrapping around her mouth, preventing the end of that sentence from coming out as I guided my body close to hers.
The audience oppressed me, not the men gathering close as I pushed my cock between Jolie’s wet pussy lips. She screamed as I shoved inside her. And I wanted to scream, too, enjoying the feel of her sopping cunt too fucking much. But my internal audience disapproved. Woodrow. I could feel him—for the first time ever—like he was breathing down my fucking neck, ready to snap it if I made the wrong move.
I shoved him to the back of my mind, where he was apparently happy to fucking lurk.
Sylvia—a man I knew from previous visits—stepped up close. I didn’t like the aroma around him, tobacco and lavender—something nowhere near strong enough to mask the dirt on him. It was on me, too—his smell. I was almost sure he was the reason for the pain in my fucking throat. He could pay later, and the idea of that, had my cock growing harder and harder inside my gift.
I was on her, rocking her face against the wood, my body looming over her. I lifted her dress, sick and fucking tired of it getting in my way.
I reared back to look at her round ass as my cock slammed inside her continuously. She grunted and groaned through clenched teeth, her canines surely grinding down to dust in her mouth.
I noticed the men around me watching, noticed the position of their eyes. On her ass, bouncing with each of my movements.
I slapped her hard, a red print staining the round cheek. “That’s for letting them see what’s mine.”
Not that she had any choice.
I moved the knife to her throat, liking the fear in her eyes. My father, with his touch running through her hair, tried todiminish it all.
