Page 170 of Unmasked

“Shh. I know you’re afraid, but you don’t have to be. I have so many stories that could work. I’m going to take such good care of you. When the world knows it was Vaughn who was the masked captor—When they know what he did to you… they’ll understand why you came to me for protection. They’ll see why we fell in love. Doesn’t that sound perfect? I wasn’t sure at first, but that’s the one. That’s the one that will win them over.”

He lowered on the bed next to me, easing his weight onto my side. For minutes he went back to stroking my hair. To tracing my features. I drifted in and out, not able to stay present as he kept brushing his fingertips lightly over me.

It was cool air hitting my chest that had me fighting through the fog so that I could open my lids. They barely moved. I could see King Lawrence hovering over me. And he was focused as he looked down. The red jacket and black button up he’d been wearing was gone displaying his lean but defined chest. And he… had a knife. I blinked, and anxiety had my lids fighting to stay open.

“Welcome back.”

He shifted my body as he manuevered the shredded clothes out from under me. My eyes jerked down and my breaths turned deep.

“…No.”

“Oh, yes. I told you not to feel guilty. Aren’t you at least a little curious?”

“No. Don’t… do this. Don’t⁠—”

“The more you fight, the more the medicine kicks in. Don’t you want to enjoy it?” He lowered his weight to my nude body. “If you surrender, if you relax, the medicine will reward you. Let me make you feel good, Penelope. You’re going to love this.”

Lips brushed over mine, and I bit against his bottom lip, crying out as my teeth barely sunk in.

“Naughty. I bet you meant to draw blood.” Harder his lips pressed into mine. “I see relaxing isn’t something you’re going to do the first time. That’s okay. You see, my stamina is pretty impressive. You’ll learn.”

His lips traveled to my neck, moving down to my chest. My heart wasn’t beating fast, but it was hitting hard. My breathing turned shallow, and hard suction drew my nipple into his mouth. The zing of pleasure and pain left a sound leaving me. He’d meant it to hurt, and I hated that it hadn’t caused more pain. The pleasure was all too real, and I knew it wasn’t mine. Not really.

“Fuck. Look at you. I wondered… I fucking imagined. But not this good. This is better than I had hoped.” Again, he lowered, taking turns sucking between my breasts. When his hand cupped my thigh, and he eased my legs apart, my cry was louder.

“Stop. Just… take me home. Please. Don’t… do this. I won’t… say anything. I won’t⁠—”

Fingers eased over my pussy, and he made a deep throaty sound.

“You’re so fucking wet. See. I told you you’d want me.”

“I don’t.”

I sobbed, trying to force my legs closed. Trying to swing or kick or scream. My mouth opened, and the heaviness of sleep tried to steal me away. My leg jolted as his finger eased inside of me, and more tears escaped. My lids refused to open, and time seemed to drag. Crinkling had me jumping.

My lids lifted and confliction nearly made me sick.

King Lawrence tore the wrapper with his teeth, not even looking up at me as he removed the condom and began working it down his length. When his eyes did lift and connect with mine, a smile tugged at the side of his mouth. He leaned forward, moving in to hover above my lips.

“You’re back. I see you’re more relaxed. Perfect timing.”

Pressure eased against my opening, and his mouth lowered to mine as he inched into me.

“Pl-ease.”

King Lawrence pushed deeper, moaning as he ignored and drank in my word. My hand pulled against the cuff, and a sob came as he withdrew, surging forward even harder.

“Those tears are his programming. Soon, you’ll be begging me for this.” He sucked the top of my lip into his mouth, hungrily going back to slip his tongue into massage against mine. “You won’t be able to get enough.” Harder he thrust. “Your cunt is mine now, and I’m going to use it all day. Every day. Fuck.” He moaned again. “Do you feel how good it grips to me? How much your pussy wants me. You want me, Penelope. You’ve always wanted me.”

His thrusts turned brutal as he began to slam into me and push deep. Despite the medication, I felt pain flare in my back from my injuries. “I was stupid for waiting so long. I’ve learned, just like you will learn. We’re meant to be together.” He slowed, grinding his hips. A deep rumbling sounded and he pulled back, easing out of me as he stared down. After a few seconds, he laughed.

“Habit. But why? I don’t have to do this anymore.” A realization seemed to come over him as he reached down, removing the condom. “I want to cum in you. Why shouldn’t I? I mean… we’ll kill the first to make sure it isn’t Vaughn’s. I’m sure he’s been fucking you like crazy. Probably before he left to the ball tonight. I would. But I have you now. I don’t have to technically wear protection. We’re going to be together anyway.”

“You’re… crazy. I don’t… want to be… with you. I… hate you. You… make me… sick.”

He laughed, leaning forward and sliding back inside me. He paused, his eyes rolling in bliss.

“Fuck. That feels so damn good. Oh… fuck.” He swallowed hard, breathing from his mouth as he kept the thrusts slow. “I’ve never been with a woman like this before. Oh… fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I could get used to this.”