He grabs the belt again, taking away my air and leaning over my back once more. “A whore gets used.” His voice is a low, dark whisper, and my heart pounds at the promise it holds. “So shut the fuck up and take it.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SIN
FUCKING ANGER HAS me being irrational. My mind knows it, yet I can’t stop. I hated to see her break. To look so fucking broken. She woke up from her nightmare, and I knew exactly what was coming. She had whispered, “Daddy,” in her sleep while I was headed for the French doors. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her.
I thought maybe she’d want me to hold her once again. Or at the very least just sit here with her. But she started baiting me. I tried my fucking hardest not to touch her. To let her throw her fit and turn my back on her.
But I gave in to my anger. For her. For me. I thought maybe I could make her hate the mask. Get her to realize that I’m not the good guy, after all.
She’s lying on the floor facedown, ass up in the air, and I push my cock into it. If she wants to be a fucking whore, then I’ll fuck her like one.
I hold the belt tightly around her neck while I watch her ass give way for my dick. I’m not easy. Her body shakes uncontrollably, and I hear her choking as she tries to breathe. My hips move back and forth, hard and fast.
I loosen my hold on the belt, not wanting her to pass out on me just yet, and she coughs before sobs follow.
I push my cock all the way inside, and she screams. Grabbing her hair, I yank her up to her knees. Her back to my front. My legs holding hers wide open.
The position allowing my cock to slide deep into her tight ass. I reach around. One glove-covered hand covers her mouth while the other falls to her pussy. I start to rub my fingers over her cunt before I shove them inside her, fucking it.
I whisper, my mouth by her ear, “Be a good whore, Elli. Come for me.” I shouldn’t be talking to her, but I can’t help myself. If she hasn’t figured it out yet, she’s not going to tonight. She’s got other things on her mind.
She’s breathing heavily through her nose, and my cock jerks inside her ass, making her whimper.
“Is this what you wanted?” I keep my voice low. “For me to show you I’m a man? That you belong to me?” I pull my fingers out and slap her breasts, making her flinch and cry into my hand. I do it again, making sure she’s got her juices on her body. If she wants me to mark her, then I will.
“You’re so fucking wet.” She trembles. My hand drops back to her pussy and slaps it, forcing her ass to rock back and forth on my dick. “Such a good little whore.” I praise her and push my fingers back into her soaking wet cunt.
Her body struggles, and mumbled sobs fill the room while I enter a third finger. Her pussy clamps down on them, her body stiffening as she comes for me.
I remove them from her pussy and the hand over her mouth to shove my fingers that were just inside her down her throat. She sobs around them but doesn’t pull away or fight me anymore.
My hand that was over her mouth drops to wrap my arm around her waist, and I bounce her up and down on top of me, her ass fucking my cock, knowing I’m about to come. I grip her hair, shove her face down, and come buried deep inside her ass.
She lies there, legs spread wide and sobbing on the floor. With my hand on her back, I pull my cock from her ass and see they’re both bloody.
Fuck.
I leave her there crying while I stand and walk into the bathroom. I start a bath and then go back to her bedroom. I open the top drawer of her nightstand and grab what I need before shoving it in my pocket. Then I lean over, cutting the zip tie around her wrists.
She lies there, still facedown and sobbing, then brings her hands around to cover her face from me. I grab her, forcing her to stand, and I pick her up in my arms. Carrying her to the bathroom, I place her in the tub, and she pulls her knees to her chest. Pushing herself into the far side of the tub, she’s wanting as much space from me as possible.
She’s about to get her wish.
I pull the cell out of my pocket that I took from her nightstand and hold it up, waiting for her to see it.
Her bloodshot eyes find mine and narrow, letting me know I succeeded. She hates the masked me. I’ve hurt her. I was her savior, but now I’m a sick bastard who fucked her ass until she bled while making her like it. I twist the cheaply made phone and break it in half before dropping the now useless cell into the bath water. I turn, giving her my back, and exit the French doors, knowing I will never enter them again as the masked man who saved her. It’s time she depends on the real me as much as she did him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SIN
THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON, I walk into Lincoln’s office back at the house of Lords. He sits behind his desk, his face in his hands, but it snaps up the moment he hears me entering. “Sin—”
I drop the manila envelope on his desk, cutting him off. With a sigh, he opens it. He looks over the pictures and cell phones and decides to plug in the USB drive to his computer. He’s silent for a few minutes as he goes through them. Once finished, he opens his top drawer and pulls out a picture of his own and slaps it down on his desk in front of me. “I find it odd that this woman isn’t in any of those photos I just looked at.”
I don’t have to look down to know it’s a picture of Elli tied to a hotel bed. It’s the one he had shown me before when he gave me the assignment to find out just who Mr. Hamilton had been fucking.