*Smack*
The crack of the back of his hand connecting with my jaw echoes in the small room. I lean sideways onto the floor as my body curls around itself. My hands shield my face.
I wasn’t braced for it. He wasn’t drunk, so I didn’t think he would get violent tonight.
“I don’t want your fucking apologies! I want you to get his fucking ass back in here and help me take him down.”
He grabs my shoulder and flips me onto my back. He grabs both of my wrists, pulling my hands from my face.
“Declan, stop! You’re hurting…”
“SHUT UP!” he screams as he switches to holding both of my wrists with one hand as he backhands me with the other. Both sides of my face are hot from the pain.
He grabs my thong and rips it off me, leaving me completely naked. I try to fight. My wrists are bruising from how much I’m wiggling back and forth to try and get him to let me go. He fusses with his belt one-handed. The sound of it being pulled through the loops cuts deeper than I ever imagined a sound could.
“Please,” I whimper. His hand clamps over my mouth. He pushes my legs apart with his leg and kneels between my parted thighs.
“Don’t make me gag you, Mina. You know how much I love hearing you scream,” he snaps.
He leans over me, covering my body with his. I can feel the heat from him overwhelming me. I can feel his cock dragging along my inner thigh as he leans to kiss me.
My heart drops into my stomach. I can’t kiss him. Fuck, I don’t even want him touching me right now. But he doesn’t care. What Declan wants, Declan gets. That’s how it’s always been.
He slams into me in one thrust. Pain runs up my spine as my eyes pinch closed from the sensation. I can feel the pressure in my throat. I beg him to stop, but I don’t exist to him right now. I’m just a body to fuck. A hole to fill. An outlet for his rage.
My hip and wrist are starting to bruise from him holding me down. Each thrust is sliding my body against the coarse, old carpet. I can feel the years of stains built up. Invisible to the naked eye, but the carpet fibers can’t hide the stains. It can’t hide the raw, ugly truth of how dirty and disgusting this room is.
He releases my wrists to push a hand down on my lower stomach. The pressure he is adding causes my pussy to tighten around him.
I reach up and try to scratch his face to get him to stop, but he only laughs as he leans away. His cock presses against a different spot at this angle, and my body betrays me. A low moan slips out. I watch his lips turn up into that sick, satisfied smile.
“You know you can’t deny me, Little Dove. My poor, broken, Little Dove.”
He pulls out and lifts me, flipping me to my stomach. He grabs my arms, pinning them to my back. I can feel the leather from his belt biting into my wrists as he restrains me.
“You crave me, Little Dove. Ever since the firsttime I fucked you, your greedy little cunt has always wanted it,” he seethes as he thrusts back inside.
He wraps my hair around his fingers as he shoves my face deeper into the carpet. The roughness scratches against my skin. Tears blur my vision as he continues to fuck me.
“Such a good whore, aren’t you, Mina? You’re my best girl.”
*Thrust*
“You’re my favorite.”
*Thrust*
“You’re mine.”
He leans over me, biting my shoulder as he buries inside me to finish. His cock fills me with his cum and I can feel the bile rising in my throat.
Seven. More. Weeks.
CHAPTER 6
Myles
Ileft my car at the club. I’ll get it tomorrow.
