Page 58 of Shattered In Darkness

I rock my hips against his lap, desperate and furious. “I hate you,” I hiss.

He laughs, deep in his chest. “Liar,” he repeats. His mouth crushes to mine. It’s not a kiss, more like a claim. I bite his lip. I grind down. He slaps my ass. “Ride me, Bambi. Show me how much you missed it.”

I do, fuck, I do. My skirt rides up, his hands bruising on my thighs, fingers kneading my tits until I’m dizzy. I rub myself against him, my panties soaked through. One of his hands slips under my top, rips the bra down, and my tits spill into his palms. He sucks a nipple, bites it, sucks it. His tongue rolls around the nipple, then bites again. Pleasure spikes, and the motion of his mouth sends electricity towards my cunt.

I moan, a high-pitched sound.

“Just like that. That’s what I fucking missed. Not your mouth, not your lies, this. Your pussy soaking through for me. That’s all I ever wanted, Lola.”

Brody grinds up into me. I’m so close to falling apart. I hate him, I hate him more than anyone, and I want him like I’m dying. I hold his head to my tits and roll my hips, putting as much pressure as I can onto him. I want to cum. I need to cum. I haven’t cum from actual pleasure in so long. Anytime I cum, it’s always forced from Marcus.

Cum, you fucking whore, or I’ll hit you again. I want to see you cum on my cock.

Please, Marcus! I can’t, my body hurts.

I said you need to fucking cum!

A slap from his hand. Fingers rubbing. Eyes closing. Dissociating to a place where it is Brody fucking me and fingering me, not Marcus.

Good girl, I knew you could do it.

Headlights flood the car and another car swings into the lot, engine idling. We freeze. He looks at me, cocky and wild, and my tit still in his hand.

I slap him again. “Don’t touch me.”

He lets go; I scramble off his lap, yanking my skirt down, fingers shaking. I fix my bra, and shove my hair back. The spell wears off, and now I’m a dirty whore again. I side-eye Brody out of the corner of my eye.

Is that all you wanted?

The tow truck is here. NorthLine. The guy climbs out, doesn’t even look at me. Brody rolls down his window, barking orders. His voice is steel now, professional. The real Brody, the one who never cracks.

The car is hitched up, ready to go. Brody tells the guy to deliver it to some shop. I don’t listen. My ears are still ringing from what just happened. When it’s over, Brody turns back to me, watching every move I make. He drives me to my place. The silence is heavy, explosive. I stare out the window, tears threatening but never falling.

As we pull up, he locks the doors. His hand snaps out and grabs my chin. He glares at me.

“You’re hiding something from me. I’ll find out what it is, Lola. Even if I have to tear it out of you.”

“You don’t get to threaten me anymore.”

He stares for a second longer, then he lets me go. I stagger out of the car, almost trip over my heels, running for the door. He watches, eyes hot and vengeful, promising this is far from over.

Inside, I crumble to the floor. My fingers are bruised, my tits sting, and between my legs I ache for more.

I hate him. I hate how much I want him. I know he’ll come for me again.

Brody Voss doesn’t know how to let go.

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LOLA

I am buried deep in darkness. It consumes me, and I do not want to wake up. I could lie here in the dark for hours. I could let the day slide through my fingers until Marcus barges in and drags me out himself. That would be worse. That always goes worse.

But, the day always calls for me, and I cannot keep Marcus waiting for long. The house is cold when I step out into the hallway. Downstairs, Marcus is sitting at the table. I say nothing when I enter, keeping my head bowed, lips zipped, eyes on the floor.

He lifts his coffee, studying me. “Well, well,” Marcus purrs. “Didn’t expect you up this early in the morning. I thought maybe a ghost would make it down first.”

My stomach sinks. I know better than to answer. He’s in that mood again. Hungry for weakness. He scans my makeup, the way my fingers tremble on the mug. His eyes dig right under the powder, seeing straight through every trick. I stiffen. Don’t let him catch a flinch. Don’t let him know it hurts.