I can’t breathe. I can’t move. He doesn’t care.
And neither does my body, since I’m close to coming. My muscles tighten around him and he laughs, slamming harder into me as my body convulses. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this, Sugar.”
I won’t. I can’t. What’s wrong with me for enjoying being treated this way? By someone who is going to kill me.
He thrusts with an animalistic grunt a few more times before his movement halts and he spills his cum inside of me. When he finally releases me, I roll onto my back, just in time to watch him stepping back from the bed. I’m boneless, sweating, tears are rolling down my cheeks and I can hardly breathe.
And damn it, I feel glorious. Aching and sore, but glorious.
It takes a while for me to work my way to my feet. Only when I’m up, and Ryker’s cum is running out of my pussy, do I realize he came inside of me. I guess we don’t have to worry about pregnancy when I’ll die anyway.
Ryker leans against the dresser. Our eyes meet and I ask silently for permission to go to the bathroom. He nods, and I shuffle past him to go pee. I close the door behind me but leave it cracked open. He had his tongue on my asshole yesterday, so who cares if he hears me pee.
I sit down on the toilet, wincing as I do since he was anything but gentle down there. But I’m in one piece. I’m alive.
I’m fucking glowing, too. Practically radiant in the mirror over the sink. How much more twisted is this going to get?
Once I’m cleaned up, I return to the bedroom. Ryker’s sitting on the edge but gets up when I join him, moving to the other side of the room. Something tells me it wasn’t enough to take me the way he just did. He’s scowling, staring at the floor, muttering to himself.
“I guess you taught me a lesson, huh?” I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself, “You showed me who’s boss.”
“Knock it off.”
I should, but who cares? I’ll be dead soon enough. Might as well throw caution out the window now. “No, really. I’m sure you feel much better now that you almost choked me, then almost smothered me. But you’re a good guy since you didn’t shove that cock of yours into my ass. Bravo.”
He raises his head and the look in his eyes makes me shudder. “I could call my friends in and have them take turns on you. You realize that, right? All because you keep trying to be tricky. You can’t just—”
“Why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t I want to save myself? What, you expect me to sit here and take being locked up without at least making an attempt? I had to try to run!”
“Why? Why are you running?” Ryker yells, pacing the room. “Haven’t we treated you well?”
“Cut the bullshit!” I scream in his face. “I heard you. I know you are going to kill me tonight.”
That shuts him up. He stops dead in his tracks and like air escaping a popped balloon, all his anger dissipates.
After a long stretch of silence, he walks over to me and sits on the bed.
“There is no other way,” he says apologetic without actually apologizing.
“I know…” Don’t I fucking know.