“Such a dumb littlething. Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t let you go this time? Even if you run. Even if some other fucker tries to take you.”
He presses the head of his cock against me, rubbing it between the sore flesh he just painted red. It slicks with his spit, driving me mad as it traces down.
“Now say it.”
I whimper.
“Wh— what?”
His hand snakes to the cuffs still dangling from my wrists and yanks them, forcing my body higher, spine stretched tight.
“Say you’re too stupid to exist without me. That you’re mine because youneedme.”
“Uh! Grayson, please,” I choke out, but suddenly, I am stunned as I blurt: “I’m dumb! The van… that was stupid. I need you, okay?”
His body presses closer, massive and burning with heat, so much hotter than the steam swirling aroundus. His chest crushes against my back as he bends slightly, and the head of his cock travels between my thighs, thick, heavy, and hard.
The tip’s ridge slides over my clit. I gasp. He closes his eyes for a second, jaw clenched, like he’s fighting something deeper than anger.
His big hand closes around my throat, firm, his thumb subtly stroking the delicate skin.
“I thought I lost you,” he rasps, voice cut with violence barely held back. “You didn’t answer. You didn’t come home. It’s two in the fucking morning, and I find out you were with a man.”
His cock grinds into my pussy lips, teasing the opening, spreading slick and shame.
“I almost killed him,” he mutters. “I wanted to.”
I move to speak, but his grip tightens on my throat. My vision dances. I still manage a few words.
Softly, I reply, “I didn’t like him.”
“You left with another man,” he growls. “And now you fucking lie to me?”
“No,” I panic, pushing my words through a tight throat. “I swear. I wanted to come home—”
“You’re shaking, Charlotte. You know what that does to me?”
My lip quivers.
His hips snap forward.Hard.
His cock spears into me like a weapon, so brutal, bottoming out with one stroke. I yelp, the air ripped from my lungs, pain flashing through my hips.
“Nearly died,” he hisses. “Stupid Charlotte. Let another man breathe on her.”
He thrusts again. Deeper. Crueler.
“You should be afraid of what I’d do if I really thought you wanted him.”
He yanks my arms back by the cuffs, arching my spine, opening me wider. I cry out, raw, fucked open, helpless.
His voice drops, deep.
“But you didn’t. You’re notthatreckless. But you’re just that dumb. It’s my fault, though. I didn’t train you to be mine. My whore. The hole I fuck. The girl I own.”
He lets go of my throat just long enough to spit on my face. It slides down to my cheek before he rams into me, wet and fast, the shower echoing every vicious crash of skin on skin.
Through ragged breaths, he teaches.
