“The way your tight little asshole flowered open like a pretty pink rose while those bastards raped it raw. Stretching you, ruining you, and turning that hole into a slack, gaping cum-dump.”
My brows pinch together, hot tears stinging the corners of my eyes as shame floods my chest.
His voice drops lower, dripping with depraved hunger, pupils blown wide.
“How that greedy cunt of yours swallowed his whole fist like a starving, sloppy glove—sucking him in, clenching and fluttering like a desperate slut begging for more abuse.”
I breathe heavily through tight teeth, utterly disgusted.
“I want to do that to you, Blaire. I want to ram my arm deep into your shithole, right up to the fucking elbow. Feel your guts squeezing around me while I fist-fuck your ruined ass.”
His gaze pins me in place, heavy and deranged, as the horrific promise spills from his lips.
“Maybe one day I’ll do it,” he rasps. “Then reward you by pumping another child inside you.”
My stomach churns violently, bile burning the back of my throat. I’ve never heard his mouth this vile, this completely unhinged. He’s usually so cold and controlled. And somehow, this feels so much worse.
Rage surges through me, and with a sharp, desperate yank I rip the towel from his grasp and clutch it against my naked body.
“Never,” I seethe, my voice shaking with fury and hurt. “would I let you touch me again. I don’t want a fucking thing from you—especially not that. I hate every single thing about you, and you don’t deserve that privilege. Not that I can even have children anymore anyway. Thanks to you.”
His jaw clenches, the muscle flexing hard, and his gaze drops to my trembling lips.
“You fucking stole that from me, Law,” I spit. “You killed the only baby we could have ever had.”
I watch anger pool in his eyes like black tar.
“They told me I’ll never feel pleasure again,” I force out with spite. “My pussy ismutilated. My clit isgone. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Despite the rage I feel pouring out of him, I continue.
“Besides,” I bite out. “I’ve had better sex with my own silence than with abusive motherfuckers who refused to see me as a real human being.”
He grinds his teeth and presses them harshly against my mouth.
“I don’t give a single fuck about your pleasure, you useless bitch,” he snarls, the words oozing disdain and cruelty. “I only care about MINE.”
I shake my head twice, utterly repulsed by him, tucking the towel back around my body, shielding my breasts as best I can.
Without breaking eye contact, I slip past him, pulse thumping wildly in my ears.
At first, he stays rooted in the same spot, letting me go. But then I hear it—his heavy footsteps following me quickly into the bedroom.
A deep, icy fright scurries up my spine, and I spin around.
I catch his eyes, fierce and burning with pure rage, before his knuckles crack across my cheek in a cruel backhand. The slap is brutal, the sound piercing.
Pain explodes across my face, snapping my head to the side, and my body spins from the force, legs buckling, before I crash face-down onto the bed.
Pushing myself up, Law’s weight suddenly crashes down on me, his knee driving into my lower back, pinning me in place.
“Fucking cunt,” he snarls.
He grabs the edge of the towel and rips it off me with one violent yank, the fabric tearing as he flings it aside, leaving me completely naked and exposed beneath him.
Cold air hits my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the terror overflowing my veins.
Then, suddenly, his fist smashes into my ribs, twice on the left side, the blows merciless, like hammers cracking against bone.
