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Tobin nods. “It’s probably for the best. Kane isn’t always in control, even when he is in control. Even if it isn’t for the best for all of us, you’ll be better off.”
Will I be better off? Kane and Tobin worked hard to break me, emotionally and sexually. They shaped me until I was a puzzle piece forced into place in their world. And now? Now I’m being tossed back home because I fit too well. I can handle their fucked-up, confusing puzzle, and they don’t know what to do with that.
“I don’t think he would hurt me,” I say.
“You’re so fucking hurtable. Everything about you makes me want to hurt you. But the difference is, to me, you’re also so fuckable. I want to please you after I cause you pain. Kane isn’t like that.”
“I think Kane likes fucking me now,” I say.
“You fucked him?”
I nod.
“Tell me about it, eighty. How’d you fuck Kane?”
Tobin rolls me onto my belly and gets above me. His body presses me into the mattress as his hand weaves through my hair and cranes my neck.
“He fucked me after killing the men who took me,” I say, straining to get the words out beneath his weight.
Tobin leans off me just enough to rip down my pants, but he keeps my legs pinned together beneath him. He brings a hand to his mouth and spits before wiping it between my legs.
“Did he make you call him daddy?” The warmth of his cock fills the void between my thighs as he waits for me to answer.
“Yes,” I whimper. “And then I sucked his dick while he was driving.”
He thrusts forward, and I scream out from the sudden intrusion. He feels even bigger like this, like he’s impaling me.
“Did his cock make you cry when he forced it down your throat?” He punctuates each word with a hard, driven thrust.
“Yes,” I say, fighting back the tremble in my voice.
He keeps ramming into me, each pleasurable jolt intensified by the presence of pain. If he wasn’t holding my legs together, I would probably rip in two from the force of his jealousy. The ferocity in his driven motions forces tears past the creases of my lids.
“That’s a good girl. Cry for me. I want your eyes as wet as your cunt.”
Then his tattooed hand wraps around my throat and squeezes. There’s no warning with Tobin. He just cuts off my breath like I never deserved to have any in the first place.
“You’re such a good girl for us, eighty. Such a well-trained little slut. Shame to let you go. I’ll miss this cunt.” He pushes into me again, then leans over until his warm breath whispers over the shell of my ear. “I’ll miss you.”
My heart soars when he says those words. He reinforces the hope that I was more to him than just a good lay. I mean something to a man who values so little.
“We’re almost in New York now,” he says as he leans back and fucks me hard again. “I want you to go back to your parents with my come between your pretty thighs.”
He flips me over, goes to the galley, and comes back with a wooden spoon. The feral glint in his eyes tells me exactly what he plans to do. As he slides inside me again, he brushes the head of the spoon along my slit before slapping it against my sensitive flesh.
I let out a whimper and he does it again, this time spreading my lips so the spoon can come in contact with my clit. Pain and pleasure ricochet through me, and I clench around him as a scream breaks from my throat.
"You like that, eighty? You like the pain?" He does it again as I nod, and another bolt shoots through me. If he keeps this up, I'm going to come.
Sensing this, he tosses the spoon away and flips me onto my stomach again. He wants to tease me.
His hand snakes around my throat, and he cuts off my breath again as the rocking motion of his thrusts grinds my pussy against the mattress. I grip the sheets as he fucks me in the selfish way I’ve grown to expect with him. With my breath gone and my chest heaving for air, I’m teetering over the edge of an orgasm.
I want him to remember me the way I’ll remember him. I want to squeeze his shaft with my pussy as he explodes inside me. I need to give him the best orgasm he’s ever had.
I can’t scream out, but the pleasure slams into me as stars dance in front of my eyes. My muscles tighten and spasm as I orgasm without my most basic necessity. Oxygen. He releases my neck, and I inhale a sharp breath as he comes with a force I can feel throughout my body. The ripple effect of his pleasure shakes me to my core. With a loud, unrestrained groan, his hand leaves my hair to slam into the metal wall, a byproduct of the intense orgasm I hoped to give him.
Tobin pulls out of me, turns me onto my back, and presses his mouth to mine. His tongue rips through my lips as he kisses me with a passion I’ve never seen from him.
