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That knowledge settles something in me, a peace I don’t think I should have while two grown men fight in my bedroom as I lay helpless.
Tackling Darrell to the ground, my man forces him to his knees. “You see that?” the mechanical voice asks, his finger pointing at where I am. “That woman, that pussy is mine.”
I both cringe and flush at his words.
“What did you come in here for? Hmm?”
Darrell doesn’t answer. A gurgle escapes his throat. His head is ripped backward by his short brown hair.
My man really has a thing for pulling hair.
“Were you going to crawl into bed with her? Force your disgusting dick inside her?”
My eyes fill with tears at his questions. It’s true.Darrell has no other reason to sneak in here and need his friends to cover for him.
“Baby, are you watching?” he calls out to me.
I strain to see over my shoulder more. I can only stare helplessly as the larger man steps back and flicks the bat off the floor with his foot, catching it in his right hand.
He twirls the wood once, twice, his eyes meeting mine in the darkness. Light coming in through the thin curtains shows me his blue eyes, our gazes locking across the small room. Then he raises the bat and turns to a bleeding and breathless Darrell before bringing it down. Over and over, the wood hits its mark.
My stomach roils, and I gag. I’m grateful when Darrell falls back with the first blow, taking his body out of my view.
But there’s no escaping the sound. Wet and blunt, the bat hits him over and over. Not being able to take anymore, I bury my face into the pillow.
“Look at him,” the voice behind me roars.
Crying, I shake my head.I can’t.
Something wet splashes over my back, causing me to sob harder. I don’t need to see to know what it is. The smell of copper replaces the smell of sex.
Finally, the blows stop.
I try to see what he’s doing, but when I look back, I only see how his mask lights up from the light coming off his cell phone, splashes of red covering the white. A drop of blood drips down onto the alreadyred-painted lips, the color blending like it belongs there.
His tapping fingers makes me frown.
Who the fuck could he be texting?
My face falls onto my pillow again, the cotton wet from my tears and snot. Hot breath pushes back into my face with every shudder that falls from me.
My crying continues, never stopping even as a gloved hand snatches the pillow beside me. A nudge to my hip encourages me to lift so he can put it beneath me. The pillow is thick enough that my back arches. My ass sits slightly higher, my knees steadying my lower body.
My body shakes as sobs roll out of me, and he lines his cock up. We moan together as he eases back inside me.
The movements that follow are just as forceful and unrelenting as before, maybe even more so.
I cry because Darrell is dead, I cry because the man who killed him is fucking me, but mostly, I cry because I don’t want him to stop.
My muscles clench tighter than before. Still sensitive from his earlier teasing, my body is eager to return to where we left off.
His hip movements don’t stop. He sneaks his hand beneath me, seeking out my trigger button.
And when he finds it . . . I fly.
A scream rips out of me, and heat floods my nethers, liquid gushing out. And pleasure consumes me.
“Holy fuck,” he pants as his cock leaves me.
