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I whimper, my rhythm faltering for a second. “Please,” I beg, grinding down harder, chasing the orgasm that is so close I can taste it. “Please, let me come. I need it.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling it in slow, torturous strokes. “Cum for me, Sophie,” he commands, his voice a dark, delicious growl. “Now.”
The command shatters me. My back arches, my pussy clamping down around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I can only whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist as I meet him thrust for thrust. “Harder,” I beg, my voice breaking.
He growls as he fucks me like a man possessed. The couch creaks beneath us, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room along with our ragged moans and gasps. “You’re mine,” he snarls, his cock continuing to swell inside me. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I pant, my nails clawing at his chest. “Only yo—”
Just then the door is knocked down. At first I worry the men who are after me have found me. But that’s when I realize it’s actually much worse.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
SAMUEL
Doug enters with his weapon trained on my chest. His gaze passes over me and finds Sophie on my lap in the most compromising position.
He sees everything: her swollen mouth, her flushed face. The rage transforms him.
“You son of a bitch.”
He lunges.
I could stop him. Doug taught me half of what I know about fighting. I taught him the rest. Age may have slowed us both, but I’m bigger and better positioned.
I let him hit me. His fist crashes into my jaw.
Sophie screams.
I stagger into the kitchen table, and pain explodes through the side of my face.
Doug grabs my shirt and slams me against the wall. “I trusted you with her.”
“Dad, stop!” Sophie grabs his arm.
He releases me instantly, turning to inspect her.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“He touched you? I’ll kill him!”
Her eyes flick toward mine.
Doug sees it. His face goes white before fury floods it again.
“I didn’t force her,” I say.
His attention snaps back to me. “You think that makes this better?”
“No. I just didn’t want you to think I could ever hurt her.”
“Samuel told me those men were following me,” Sophie says. “He got me out before they could take me.”
Doug barely reacts. “Get your things.”
