“I need you, Aspen.” His hand glided over my naked hip. “I’m tired of jerking off in the shower.” He peppered my bare shoulder with light kisses. An image of maggots appeared in my head, making me nauseous and my skin crawl.
I didn’t want him, but I didn’t have a choice if there was a smidge of possibility I could break out of this cell.
“Not every pregnancy is easy.” A weak excuse, considering I actually felt fine, but he didn’t know that. Casso had been, for the most part, gentle with me since I got the positive test. His genuine delight made me sick. Still, I milked it as long as I could so he wouldn’t try to get between my legs.
His hand snaked over my waist, splaying his fingers over my stomach. “I’m sorry for that, precious.” His lips dragged along the bend of my neck as he ground his morning erection against my ass. “I read that morning sickness goes away in the second trimester.”
I fought a shudder of disgust. “I’m only ten and a half weeks, and not most women.”
Aside from his evil, violent ways, there wasn’t a revolting thing about him by any stretch of the imagination. Tall and lean with muscles everywhere. A godlike face that made women stare in awe of his beauty. His dirty blond hair and tan skin glittered like gold. If you looked closely enough, you’d see the lack of emotion and empathy in his black eyes. They were a window into his wicked soul.
I’d ignored my gut instinct when I first met him.
I should be committed.Locked away.
Don’t be stupid, Aspen. You are locked away.
“Oh, I know, precious. You’re an exquisite rare jewel. Why else would I want you as much as I do?” He ground into my ass more. “But I need a release,” he told me through gritted, unyielding teeth.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could put him off. Forcing myself to throw up the second he laid a finger on me couldn’t be good for the baby or me. Vomiting at the drop of a hat had been the only way to protect us from this monster.
He grabbed my free hand and put it on his cock. Precum dripped from the tip as he guided me to grip it. “If you won’t let me fuck you, then get me off.”
“Okay,” I whispered, doing as commanded, swallowing down my pride and nausea.
His hand cupped my breast, pinching and twisting my sensitive nipple. My muscles locked from the pain, but I’d never give him the pleasure of knowing my discomfort.
I raced for the finish line, endearing his mouth on my neck, moans in my ear.
I imagined my child playing in a patch of wildflowers. Laughing and screaming in delight. Me chasing him beneath a radiant blue sky.
We were happy.
Free of Casso Campbell.
Hot ropes of his seed spurted on my bare ass and back as he sank his teeth into the tendon along my neck. I cried out unbidden, my skin breaking under the assault, tears streaking down my cheeks.
Fucking animal.
“That was a lousy handjob. Shame on you for making me mar your perfect skin.” He uncuffed me from the bed, clasped his fingers around my good wrist, and led me to the bathroom.
Jerking me into the massive walk-in shower, he turned the water on and admired my naked body.
Casso insisted on washing me, demanding I do the same to him. When he left for days at a time, I wasn’t allowed to get clean until he returned.
No freedom.
A captive.
His property.
“You don’t have to be silent, you know. I miss your sweet voice.” He dropped to his knees and lifted my leg, draping it over his shoulder. “Even more, I miss your sweet cunt.” He licked me slowly at first, then turned into a starving wolf ravaging me.
I grabbed onto his head to help steady me, but of course, he took it as me enjoying his forced oral sex. Thank God we were in the shower, so he couldn’t tell I was crying as water rained down over us. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he broke a piece of me.
It took longer for him to make me come, but I managed to by the grace of all good things in the world. I moaned, digging my nails into his scalp.
How could my body betray me? How could I come on his tongue?