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She proves that she’s made for this, made for me as she lays there pliant, blinking up at me. Her cheeks and eyes are dry but red. I roll her to the side. Her face flashes with pain as I bend her legs at the knee.
Pride fills me. Neither time was I gentle with her.
The knowledge that no one else has breached her ass before excites me, and my erection is back in full force by the time I crawl into bed behind her.
“Shhh,” I soothe. “You’re such a good girl, my good girl.” I praise her.
Daniel chuckles from across the room at my choice of words, and I smile but don’t look at him. Instead, I sink myself into my girl. Her inner muscles are wet, hot, and sensitive along my cock.
Lara whimpers softly at our bodies joining. Her body pulses, growing slicker with every second.
Rising onto my elbow, I memorize her face as my hips repeatedly hit hers. Hard and rough. That’s who I am. I won’t apologize for that, nor will I change it.
She’s mine—her mind, body, and soul.
I’ve taken one. She’ll have no freedom until I take the other two.
She whimpers below me. Her mouth drops open, forming ano. Her hands grip the rope, which is knotted just above her hands.
I fought this for as long as I could, but now I’m all in. Whether she likes it or not.
Her pussy squeezes at that moment, showing me we both feel this pull between us, and as my brother moves around in the bathroom, cleaning up the mess we made, I let myself fall, releasing into her at the same time I release a prayer into the universe.
Let it take root; let her give me the family I want.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lara
For the second time within a few hours, I wake feeling groggy and confused. The digital alarm clock beside my bed screeches, letting me know it’s eight-thirty.
Two groans fill the air.
Michael reaches over me, knocking off the alarm. His hair is mussed, his eyes heavy as he kisses me. Our lips move together lazily, and the small spikey hairs on his cheek tickle my skin. I squirm, the weight of his arm on my waist and the pain between my legs drawing me further out of sleep.
The man hadn’t been joking when he’d said I’d feel him all day. It’s like an imprint of his cock was made as far deep inside me as he could get.
My inner thighs feel raw; the skin is chafed andstill sticky. My muscles scream, and pain shoots from my thighs to my crotch, making me flinch.
My eyes widen at the memories of what we did last night. The sex while his brother cleaned the room, the repeated fucking Michael gave me, breaching my ass. The man he killed.
Life will never be the same, no matter what I do.
“Stop,” he tells me sternly, a sweet kiss to the side of my head taking away some of the bite his word carries.
I nod, biting my top lip. I do as he says and stop pulling at the rope. It wasn’t giving way anyway. My breath shudders out of me, but I have no more tears left.
A small pulse jumps behind my right eye. I need water, painkillers, and coffee, and not in that order.
I bring my hands down to my chest. “Please?” I motion to the rope keeping me in bed.
Michael ignores my plea, his arm tightening around my waist.
I turn my head toward him and whisper, “I need to go to school.”
His brow rises, his eyes assessing.
But it’s not a lie. I do have class.
