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I’m not one to believe in divine intervention, but it was definitely fate when Lucian called me and told me what Cleo wanted to do. After my last conversation with her, I was ready to wash my hands of her and be done, but getting this opportunity with her was a godsend. I wanted to hurt her just as much as she hurt us—hurt me—and there was no better place to do that than dragging her back to Hell. I’m sure Talon will kill if he finds out what I’m doing. For some reason, he’s always quicker to forgive Cleo, which confuses the shit out of me. Even when I told him what she’d said while we were at the hospital, he told me that he didn’t believe that, that something was probably wrong.
But he can speak for himself. I refuse to keep giving this bitch a knife to continuously stab me in the back with it. By the time I’m done with her here, she should hate me enough to where she’ll never want to see either of us again, and I’ll have her back out of my system for good.
Her screams and sobs spur me on as I shove my fist into her tight cunt. Her walls squeeze me while I slowly move in and out of her. I do that for a while until her screams turn into soft whimpers.
I look down, enjoying how her pussy is stretched around my wrist. I pull my fist out, and she slumps against her restraints with a sigh.
“I knew you could take it. Now it’s time to take my cock,” I warn before slamming into her.
I fuck her hard and fast. The entire backside of her body is a deep red with welts scattered all over. There were a few times where I thought I’d break the skin if I hit the same area a few times, but surprisingly, I didn’t. She screams a little louder each time I run my fingers over her bruised and swollen flesh, begging me to stop, but her pleas fall on deaf ears.
She’s done nothing but take my brother and me for granted, used us when it was convenient for her, and then discarded us when she no longer needed us. But I won’t let her get away with this shit. I’m determined to break her if it’s the last thing I do. Then she can fuck off and disappear like she does best.
“Please, Tristan! I’m begging you!” she whines, but I ignore her.
I’m done listening to what she wants or caring about her concerns. She doesn’t give a fuck about us, so I’m only extending the same courtesy she gave to me and Talon. I pull out of her and move back over to the shelf to find the next object that I want to torture her with.
“I heard you gave back the money you made when you were with Talon and me,” I say idly as I grab a large dildo. “So since our money wasn’t good enough for you to keep, does this mean that I’m fucking you for free or do I still have to pay?”
“Just let me go, Tristan,” she wails, but I shake my head.
“I don’t think that answers my question, but whatever.” I move back over to her with the dildo in hand, a grin forming on my lips at the bloodcurdling scream she releases when I try to shove the toy into her ass. She pulls against the rope and triesto move, which makes me chuckle. “Where are you trying to run off to?”
“Stop! I don’t want to do this anymore!” She continues jerking violently against the ropes that secure her to the cross.
“You don’t get your way in Hell, Cleo,” I say. “Besides, you can take it. All good whores can.”
She continues screaming and trying to reason with me, but it goes in one ear and out the other. Even when I try to apply more pressure, the dildo doesn’t advance much without lube. I take it back out and shove it into her open mouth, which at least muffles some of the eardrum rattling screaming she’s doing. She gags at the intrusion and after a few moments, I remove it from her mouth and press it into her ass again. When I have it in far enough to be content, I reposition my cock at her pussy and continue my violent assault within her once again.
Cleo’s sobs and incoherent words wrap around my head, but something doesn’t feel right. When I accepted this opportunity from Lucian, I was practically salivating at the thought of hurting her, of breaking her. But the satisfaction I thought I’d feel is nowhere to be found. I thought the vindicated feeling would come if I added more pain, but it doesn’t. It only makes the hollow part inside of me even bigger and more empty than it was before I came here.
“Please, I can’t take anymore,” she sobs. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s too late for all of that,” I say through clenched teeth.
“I’ll tell you the truth! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Just please stop!”
“I don’t care anymore.”
I tune out her words as I deliver thrust after thrust, landing hard slaps to her ass that make her sob even more.
“I left because your father was molesting me!” she screams.
Her words stop me in my tracks. I blink rapidly as my mind tries to come to terms with what she’s just said. She sobsbeneath me, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. There’s no way she said that. Maybe I’d heard her wrong. Dad wouldn’t do something like that…would he?
Before I can even respond to her, the door bursts open. I look over my shoulder to find Talon glaring at me from the doorway.
“Are you fucking crazy? What are you doing?” He comes inside and slams the door. “Get the hell away from her!”
My mind falls completely blank as I take slow steps away from Cleo. I don’t know what to make of the information she’s given me. I’ve looked up to my father my entire life, wanting nothing but to make him proud while hoping to become even half the man he is. Could he have hurt Cleo? I want to be loyal to my father and think that Cleo is either confused or lying, but this isn’t the first time there’s been accusations of my father’s inappropriate behavior with younger women.
Just before his retirement, one of the sixteen-year-old interns who worked at the company during the summer had threatened to file sexual harassment charges against him because she claimed he’d tried to fondle her while she was helping him with something on his computer. He retired soon after that, but I can’t help but wonder if he did so to keep the woman quiet.
All I can do is stand there in silence, completely speechless and riddled with guilt. If she’s telling the truth, so much stuff from back then would make sense. I’d noticed how withdrawn Cleo had become after Mom died, which makes me wonder if that’s when it started. I remember all the times I’d stumbled upon Cleo crying, or she’d locked herself in her bedroom and didn’t want to be bothered with Talon and me. This whole time, I was blaming her and felt like she abandoned us when she probably felt as if no one cared to protect her.
I’d made her a villain all these years when she’s really a victim hiding behind shame and pain.
“What the hell were you thinking, Tristan? Did you force her to come here?!” Talon’s angry voice snaps me out of my daze. I narrow my eyes on my brother and shake my head.
