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Struggling, I tried to wrench my hands free by wiggling my arms. His threat sent chills down my spine and to my toes. The memory of Finley made me blink to try and clear the image of his face. Joseph had promised me that he would keep me safe. And here he was, causing my insides to shake.
“What do you want to do to me?” Joseph asked, looking down at me.
Growling, I bared my teeth and slowly shook my head. “I just want you to let me go. Your games are sick.”
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pushed his hips into me and ran his hand up my side and onto my breast. Fear made every nerve in my body tremble, the memories of the past filtering through my brain and replaying over my skin.
“Get the fuck off me,” I bit through my clenched teeth, “otherwise I’m going to seriously hurt you.”
My words were a feeble, desperate attempt to appeal to Joseph’s softer side. He had earned my trust, but now, he was shattering it with his twisted attempt at getting me to play.
Using all my strength, I bucked against him, pulling my head back to prepare to thrust it into his face. Anger reared through me, burning every inch of my skin. My neck snapped forward, but before my forehead smashed into his chin, he stepped away, releasing me from his grip. I almost fell forward, only just managing to keep my feet as he backed up towards the opposite wall.
“Pretend I’m him.” His eyes were narrowed on me, the intensity of his energy rolling from him.
Heat still fired me up inside, years of pain pushing outwards and making me scream. My mouth opened wide as the sound erupted from me, echoing around the bathroom.
When the shout died down, I breathed fast and looked at Joseph.
“Finley violated you last night,” he said, his eyes widening as his breath hitched. “Who else has touched you when you did not want it?”
“No one!” I snapped, holding my chest as it rose and fell.
Joseph lifted his top lip in a sneer, his expression daring me to lie to him again. “Those scars tell me otherwise. They’re on top of your thighs for a reason. Who were you trying to scare away?”
Tears flooded my eyes as I squeezed them shut, quickly blinking them open again when his face came into my mind. No. I hadn’t allowed myself to think about the man who had tried to take my innocence. The man who was my foster father. The man I had almost killed while he slept. The man who had brought out the worst in me.
“Please,” I begged, my almost empty lungs squeaking as rage made my insides shake violently.
“I am him. Do what you will, I will not retaliate.” Joseph stood tall, opening his arms wide, almost as if he were inviting me to take my fear and anger out on him.
His handsome face was twisted in a sneer, mocking me, just like he had. When my foster father had failed to penetrate me, he punched me round the head so hard, it rebounded off the door, making such a loud noise that my foster mother ran to rescue me.
The man’s face covered Joseph’s as he laughed, the sound echoing around and around my head. My gaze was blurry as tears streamed down my face, flying through the air as I propelled forward, allowing all that pent-up brokenness free.
Joe’s face remained that of my perpetrator, the one who had ruined me and my idea of what love should be. Once I reached him, I threw my fists straight at him, hitting his hard torso, his chin and his head. Screams filled the bathroom as the face morphed into Finley’s and fiery heat slipped down my legs. I kicked out, my boots ramming into his shins at the same time as my fists flew, hitting flesh wherever I could reach. There was no sound, other than my own pain.
The fierceness of my ire started to ebb slightly, my energy dropping. I blinked several times and the image of Joseph’s face returned. His handsomeness erased all the ugliness of the past and I reached up without thinking, placing my fingers around the back of his head and dragging it down. My lips found his and our breath intermingled as we kissed, a different heat firing my insides now. I had control, I had power.
“I want you,” I muttered when I released his lips, just for a second.
His harsh breathing matched my own as he kept his hands by his side, not touching me at all. His cheeks were red where I'd hit them, and yet, he didn't flinch when I reached out and stroked the sore marks. The desire that pulsed in his eyes flared when I ran a finger over his bottom lip. “Can I still do what I want?”
The bump of his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed and blinked slowly, “Yes.”
His simple statement gave me permission to do as I pleased, just like those men thought they could. Power surged through my veins and I pulled his head to me again, plunging my tongue into his mouth and swirling it around his. The lack of resistance sent a thrill down to my pussy, making it pulse. The rush made me unzip his jeans and tug the length of him out of his underwear. Seeing him, stretching out from the material, pulsing and ready, made me push him back against the wall. My body pressed against his as I dragged him down into a sit, my lips smothering his in my frantic need to get closer. He sat against the wall, his legs out flat and his cock pointing up, poking me straight in the leg.
My mind was a blur as heat flushed my skin. The demons drove me to yank my skirt up and my underwear to the side before lifting myself over Joe’s lap. An excited flicker made my stomach clench and I reached for his shoulders, pausing when he grabbed me under the armpits.
“Are you sure about this?” he said, his gaze searching mine.
The heat that burned in my veins hurt as I remembered all the pain that I’d been through. No way was I going to shy away from taking what I wanted, just like those men had tried to do. My nod was curt as I lowered myself, pushing against his hands until he let go and placed his arms on the floor.
His surrender sent me spiralling and I grabbed his head, kissing him roughly as my entrance came into contact with the tip of his hard penis. This was it… the moment I had power over a strong man who allowed me to finally take what I needed… instead of the other way around.
Plunging down, I hissed out as a sharp pain alerted me to my breaking in. Joe’s eyes widened and his chest rose as he breathed deep. I ignored the temporary sting and lifted my body, bringing myself down on his long hard cock again. The thrill of riding him made me slick enough to slide on his cock. He stayed completely still, not even helping as I lifted my hips, clinging to his shoulders for stability.
I wanted to speak, to say something, but my brain was trying to push all the dark thoughts into my mind. Shaking my head, I reached one hand around Joe’s head and kissed him hard. When my balance became compromised, I let go, using the wall to steady myself. My knees braced against the floor, either side of his legs, as I rose and fell, engulfing the length of him inside my pulsing pussy.
