“Don’t worry.” Lex eases against my throat and I cough as the fuzziness that had begun to invade around the edges of my visionand the pounding sound of my own racing heart fades. “I’ll give it to you good one last time, baby. I’ll make sure you go out in a blaze of glory—one last orgasm from one of the men you threw away.”
He fists his cock again, stroking himself over me. The head is an angry red, swollen and leaking with each pass he makes. His balls hang down, swinging slightly against my upper abdomen.
A bit of his juice dribbles out, a thin string trailing its path as something wet touches my skin. I arch against him again, trying to free my arms, but his knees never shift or move. He keeps me beneath him with little effort and doesn’t even seem to notice my kicking legs.
“Lex.” I bite out his name as I glare up at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’d let me explain, then I?—”
A gasp escapes me as he slaps my breast again, a direct hit to my already abused nipple. The pain is immediate and it’s far worse after his attention than it was before. I grit my teeth and hiss out a breath as my eyes burn.
Asshole.
“Whores don’t need to explain,” Lex tells me. “They just need to lay there and take it.”
“I’m not a fucking whore.” Every time I talk, he punishes me, but I won’t be silenced. Not by him.
Lex arches a brow. “Seems you need something more,” he murmurs darkly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give it to you. I tried to be gentle with you. I didn’t want to scare you away because I planned to keep you, but that was before. Before I realized what you really are. You’re just like the rest of them. Nothing but an empty cunt that needs to be filled.”
“You’ll regret this,” I warn him, but he’s already shaking his head as another bead of fluid drops from the tip of his cock onto my smooth belly. Each one is like a brand to my skin andas much as I want it, I don’t want it like this. Not with him not knowing the truth and thinking so much evil of me.
“I don’t think so, baby,” Lex says. “The only thing I regret is thinking you were worth anything but a good hard fuck.”
The words are meant to insult, to wound, and though I try to remind myself that he doesn’t know the truth—that if he did, he wouldn’t treat me like this—I can’t deny that they meet their intended target. They fucking hurt, but his cold eyes promise to make it so much worse.
For the first time since I realized what Lex was—a psycho, a stalker, an obsessive monster—I feel true fear.
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Even angry, eyes sparkling with rage and trepidation, Juliet is still beautiful.
I hate that.She doesn’t get to betray me and still get me this hard.
My cock, the damn thing, practically throbs at the sight of her red nipples, swollen and flushed and pointed from all of my torture. I haven’t yet done half of what I planned for her. My mind understands why we won’t ever trust her again, but my body hasn’t got the memo yet.
I want to damage her, to mark her so that even if I do decide to let her live, she’ll never be able to forget me. I want her to fuckinghurtthe way that I do.
The sight of her slender throat, marred by my fingers—the shadows of bruises already appearing on either side—only makes my arousal burn that much hotter. She’s a picture beneath me in nothing more than the tiniest scrape of white lace. It’s almost angelic, the way she’s displayed before me—but I have to remember, the devil was also once an angel. The most beautiful of angels…
My heart beats an unsteady rhythm in my chest, urging me to bend the slightest bit. To listen to her. I can’t. The last time Ilistened to her, she ripped the piece-of-shit organ from my chest and stomped all over it. There will be no more listening from me.
Decision made, I climb off her and just as I expect, she comes up swinging the second my knees are no longer pinning her arms. Capturing her wrists and transferring them to one hand, I ignore her curses and biting words—letting them flow in one ear and out of the other as I maneuver her exactly how I want.
Her legs straighten as I bend her over the edge of the big, king-sized mattress far enough that she has to rise onto her toes just to be able to touch the floor for some form of balance. I’m nowhere near done. Before this is over, she’s going to regret every whisper of care, every touch, every fucking lie she’s ever told—with her mouth and her body.
The pathetic organ inside of my chest is a mutilated mess and she’s the culprit.
Gripping her wrists, I hold them pinned to the small of her back. I have to move quick to avoid her fists as she almost nails me in the cheek. More curses flow from her lips and words that I don’t care to hear.
She wants to explain?Why would I let her explain anything? I can’t trust her. She’s a liar. A deceiver. This is her punishment and my revenge. And maybe… I want to hurt myself too because I was stupid to believe she could make me worthy.
Once her panties are all the way off, I use them to bind her hands and keep them in place, winding the thin fabric again and again until it cuts into her precious skin.
No.I shake my head.Not precious. Not anymore.
“Lex, stop it and listen to me!” To my surprise, she doesn’t scream for help, even when she raises her voice, it’s clear she’s not trying to alert anyone in the house to my presence. Maybe she thinks she can play both sides. Conniving to the very end.
I bend down and swipe up my jeans from the floor, yanking my belt from the loops. Folding the material over in my handsonce, twice, I smack it against my palm and feel the sharp sting it produces. The sound makes her go still.
