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“He was with your mother. They were having sex as my mother lay dying. Your mum had called to break up with him for real this time. She had met someone that she really liked, someone she thought might be able to give her a good life; your father. Naturally, Alan tried to talk her out of it and they decided to part ways on a high. But, by the time they finished with each other, my mother was already dead and I was robbed of my chance to say goodbye. The hospital rang him numerous times but he never answered. If your mother had just kicked him out instead of dropping to her fucking knees for him, then my mother wouldn’t have died alone.” We are both full on sobbing now at the pain of reliving his worst experience. The thought of his mother dying alone whilst mine was sleeping with her husband truly disgusts me. I can’t even bear to think of my mum that way, he is ruining the memory I have of her and I don’t want that to happen. But then I remember I got to say goodbye to my mum and he never will. It doesn’t make what he is doing right, but I can understand his pain.

“I’m sorry you never got to say goodbye to your mum, I truly am. But that was a choice your father made. I’m not saying my mum was completely innocent, but she is dead and can’t answer you as to her motives. But to blame me for something that my mum did is wrong and you know it. How would you feel if you were punished for something your father was responsible for?” I say softly. I don’t want to make him angry but at the same time, I have to make him see that this is ridiculous. He is acting out of grief and revenge, not logic.

“Don’t you see, with you I don’t just get to punish her, but I am punishing my father too. He feels some strange kind of love for you, one that he has never shown me, his actual child. It turns out that he visited your mother on her deathbed. From what I have found out, they had had no contact since she had married Manny, but he did carry on paying a large sum of money into your family account every month. An amount that continued up until a couple of months ago when I stopped it. Your mother reached out to Alan and asked him to watch out for you. She was concerned that your father's drinking and gambling had gotten out of hand in the last few months as he struggled to cope with her cancer diagnosis. She knew it would only get worse and she was worried for you, so she sought help with the most powerful person that she knew. So all of this, is all because of your mother. My father is threatening to go to war with me, to remove me from the family and risk the collapse of his entire enterprise, all because of a promise he made to your mother. I genuinely never believed he would go this far, but your mother must have had one magic pussy,” he says scornfully.

A rage like no other fills my veins and I feel a roar in my head that propels my body forward as I charge at Grant. Hearing his total disrespect for my mum when I have shown his mother nothing but kindness and understanding is disgusting and it heats a fire in me. My fists are raised and I go to attack without thought of the consequences. But Grant is quicker than me and he grabs me before spinning us around. Before I know it, he has me bent over his desk with my breast squashed against the cold mahogany. His body is plastered against my back and he has one hand gripping my neck and pressing tightly, limiting my air supply. Breathing becomes harder and short sharp gasps escape me as I throw my body weight around as much as I can to try and get free. I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone, anyone can hear me. But in my head, I know I’m shouting for Ryder.

“What’s the matter? Don’t like hearing about how magical your mother's cunt was? I mean, it must have been like gold because I worked out that my father paid her over a quarter of a million pounds in total. That's some really tight snatch. Or maybe he was getting some of yours too?” he breaths into my ear and I shiver with disgust. I can feel bile rising in my stomach and do everything I can to stop myself from being sick.

“You are disgusting. Having lost your own mother, you should know how massively hurtful it is to hear someone say that about my mum. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout back and he presses harder into my neck.

“What is wrong with me? Oh, sweetheart, the list is too fucking long. Let's start with the fact I am twisted up over not being able to say goodbye to my mother because of yours. Then I spent my whole life being abused by my arsehole father, convinced he was just not capable of love, only to find that actually it's just that I was the wrong kid. He wanted you. He wanted to have kids with your mother, not mine. You got the love of my father and to grow up with a mother, then when she died, you got to say goodbye. You got my fucking life!” he screams, pressing down harder on my neck, causing pain to shoot down my spine and my vision to blur. Then I feel him pull up the short black skirt I am wearing and my eyes fly open as I desperately try to get free again. He begins spanking my bare flesh, exposed by the thong I put on this morning. The blow hits me at full force and I am pushed even further into the desk. His chest is still pressing hard against my back and his other arm is still pressing around my neck, but not as tightly. He is allowing me to scream between blows. He strikes repetitively one side after the other with no rest in between and my screams fill the room along with his madness.

“I have given up everything for this revenge. Did you know I gave up the only woman who has ever cared for me so I can do this?” he screams at me and I am shaking in fear.

“Nobody asked you to do that, did they? You choose to give her up, you stupid son of a bitch. Obviously, she didn’t have a magic fucking pussy or you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to walk away,” I shout with venom. After everything that he has said, I could understand all of it. I could understand him wanting to get revenge on his father. I could understand him wanting to avenge his mother’s death and make up for the goodbye he never got. But letting go of someone that loves him because of his need for revenge feels like utter bullshit. If I could walk away from this place with Ryder and pretend that it never happened, I would do it. Even if we lived in poverty, or on the run for the rest of our lives. All I ever wanted from the moment I met him was for him to choose me, but he didn’t and now it's too late. I will never get to experience his love and that kills me. Yet this stupid fucker is just willing to walk away from his.

“Fuck you, bitch,” he spits and continues to strike my arse and thighs with all the force he has and I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face and the screams from erupting from my lips. Grant only stops to catch his breath and all of my lower back, arse, and thighs are burning with pain. My brain is struggling to keep up with what is happening and I must be losing the plot because once the screams finish, I can’t help the manic laughter that escapes me. I sound just like Grant and that is a fucking scary thought.

“What? So now you have ditched the saggy cunt, you want access to mine instead? Talk about fucking desperation. You can marry me, but you will never really have me.” I shout and he roars. I feel his fingers dig into the edge of my thong and he rips it off, exposing me to the world. I feel the coldness hit me and fear ripples through me causing me to freeze.

SMACK!

I feel his hand connect with the sensitive flesh of my core and a high pitch scream erupts from me.

“Trust me, bitch, your cunt is nothing special and after I destroy it, it never will be. That will be your lesson for talking shit about Katyia,” he says before roughly pushing a finger into my dry, unprepared vagina. I am pinned down by Grant’s body, incapable of moving, so I cry out begging him to stop. The pain as he pushes his finger inside, scraping along my tight, dry walls is excruciating. He is not even bothered that I’m not wet, he just keeps going and thrusts another finger deep inside.

My mind is reeling from the invasion and I know he isn’t going to stop with his fingers this time. I can feel his hard length pressed against the side of my thigh and the mere thought of it has bile rising in my stomach. My whole body is shaking and it feels like a drum is pounding in my head. There’s no erotic or sexual feelings for me from what he is doing, all I feel is pain and disgusted.

“Please… stop… I don’t want this. You are hurting me. Please… Grant… stop this. You don’t even like me, how can you be hard for me?” I sob as I feel him grind his cloth covered cock against my arse.

“You don’t get it, princess. We are going to be married. There’s no other way to truly destroy my father and that means you will be mine. I have no interest in your cunt, but I do want to ruin you. That thought is what gets me hard.” As he talks, I hear him pulling the zipper down on his trousers and they fall to the floor. I feel soft, slightly wet skin pressing and wiping all across my arse cheek and I realise that he is smearing me with his pre-cum. As he uses his body and hips to keep me pinned down, I can hear him fisting his cock with one and and roughly finger fucking my pussy with the other. His moans and my screams intermingle and fill the air, depravity hanging around like a thick smoke. Luckily, my pussy has started to generate some wetness so his rough, thick fingers are not causing too much pain anymore, but the problem is that my body is responding naturally. So the more he thrusts deep inside, the more my walls clench with need. My body doesn’t recognise that inside I am desperately shouting “NO!”, all it is responding to is the feelings and whether I want to admit it or not, Grant has talented fingers.

When he started fucking me, it was about trying to cause me as much pain as possible, but then his cock got involved and from the minute he started fisting his hard length, all he was thinking about was having sex with a girl. My brain is shutting down because I know he is going to do this and there is going to be no coming back for me. I have been screaming for help for what feels like forever and nobody is coming. This is going to happen and I have to work out a way to get out of this intact. Do I keep fighting right until I can't fight anymore, or do I close off my mind and just let it happen? Which one will leave me the most whole at the end?

After a few seconds, I decide that I am not the sort of girl who gives up. I tried playing the perfect wife to Grant and that isn’t what he wants. He wants to destroy me, that’s how he wins. If I just lay here and let him do what he wants to me, that would be him winning and he can fuck right off if he thinks that is the case. As I am making this realisation, I can feel the wet tip of his penis sliding up and down the length of my folds and circling around my clit. I bite down on my tongue to stop the instinctual moan that is desperately trying to break free. I bite down so hard, the familiar coppery taste of blood fills my mouth but I feel a sense of confidence because I am fighting.

“FUCK… OFF!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs and when I have finished with the words, I just scream incoherently, begging for someone to help me, just trying to get the attention of anyone who might help me. I already know it’s a lost cause because everyone in this house is paid to ignore what they hear, they know what Grant is capable of and they are paid to ignore it, but not everyone. The one person I am screaming for is off God knows where on his run and I have no idea when he will be back. Then there's the small part of my brain, the section that has already given up, that reminds me that there's a good chance that even if Ryder does find me, he won't help. He will always choose Grant and his work.

Grant’s manic laugh fills the room along with my screaming and I can feel the soft skin of his cock parting my folds and running along them slowly but harder each time. When he reaches my clit, he slaps the tip of his cock against it hard and we both cry out in a sex filled squeal that causes tears of shame to roll down my cheeks. I am yelling both in my head and out loud that I don’t want this and yet my body is still responding. I feel disgusted with myself and it hurts my heart.

“You are wet, princess? It sounds like you are enjoying it. Do you get off on guys forcing you? You really are a whore!” he spits the words into my ear and each word is like a knife to my chest. I can feel my soul cracking and a darkness overtaking me. My brain is thinking he must be right because I am getting wet. My pussy walls are clenching with anticipation of being filled by a big cock, even though my brain and body feels revolted by it. I always thought it wasn’t possible to get turned on unless you were really into the guy, that is why I never had an orgasm with anyone but Ryder. Yet here I am, getting wet for a man that is planning to rape me. Who has degraded me and plummeted me into true depths of depravity using his fingers, and yet my body is waiting for more. I don’t feel anywhere close to orgasm, thank fuck. He doesn’t give me those sort of feelings and I’m fairly sure that he never will. But that doesn’t mean that my body isn’t going to respond when he shoves his cock inside, and that thought is too much for my mind to take. I can feel the shattered pieces of my soul float away and I close my mind off to what is going to happen. My cunt may be a whore who responds to his abuse, but he will never have the rest of me. I summon a darkness to fill my body, to become numb from it all and it feels as though I am floating away from the situation. Like I can see what is happening but that my brain knows it’s not really happening to me.

I watch as Grant slowly starts to put the tip of his cock against my opening, taunting me with what he is about to do. But there is nothing to taunt because I am not really there, he is going to fuck an empty vessel and I am going to float away. As I am preparing myself to fully block the world out, I feel something strange tugging on my heart. I didn’t think it was possible because I had encased it in so many walls of protection that it can never be reached, but something is touching it. As Grant slowly pushes his long hard length into my pussy, scraping along my tight walls and stretching them fully, I scream one final time before I float away into the darkness I have created in my mind. I pull on that imaginary string that goes from my heart to his and I pray to anyone who is listening that he hears my cry for help. I am scared that Grant is going to hurt me, but mostly I am scared that after I retreat fully into the darkness in my mind, I will never be the same again. I know I have no choice. Grant can have my body, he can have the moans and the groans that break through as he thrusts, but he will never have me. So, in one final desperate act, I call out to the one person I need right now, the only person I have ever been in love with, the guy I have always dreamt of being my knight in shining armour.

“RYDER!”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ryder

Ijog back into the house and I’m covered in sweat, my heart is racing. I ran for well over an hour and it still hasn’t stopped the itchy feeling I have that something is not right. My whole body feels like I am on edge. Part of me thought it was hearing all the talk about the fucking wedding, I can’t listen to that shit anymore, but I know that’s not it. I know it’s the fact that Grant has ruined everything. I have been working for two fucking years on this plan. To get to the very top of the Blakeman crime family, to learn how they operate and how their business survives. They are the biggest crime family in London and I needed to be a part of it. My dad has been drumming it into me for years that this family is my destiny and I truly believed it. Because when I have a plan, I go through with it and it’s so well thought out, there are no other options but to succeed. I thought I had Grant worked out, I thought we were on the same page. Well, we were until that little shit Eli gave him the information about Ava. Then he became so fueled by revenge, nothing else mattered. But it does to me and now I have to find a way to get what I have worked for. I will not have wasted the last two years of my life.

I wandered through the entrance hall and removed my ear phones, the loud rock music I was pounding into my skull did nothing to dull the thoughts. I put them into my pocket and look around, constantly assessing. It’s not unusual to find nobody around and the house quiet, but still I have an aching feeling that something is not right. My nerves are prickling like pins and needles and my heart is still racing. I take some big deep breaths to calm myself and that’s when I hear a sound that strikes fear straight into my heart.

“RYDER!!” There’s no mistaking that the pain-filled cry belongs to Ava and that it is coming from Grant’s office. I have stood by these past few weeks and watched as he has continuously hurt Ava in numerous different ways. With every bruise, every cut, every soul shattering cry, my heart breaks a little more. So many times I have been tempted to say fuck it to the job and to walk away with her, to save her from this bullshit, but something stops me. I have spoken with my dad a couple of times and he just keeps telling me that things will sort themselves out. That my plans to get to the top will be realised, but I can’t risk everything for a girl. So I listen to him because he’s my dad, but he is wrong. Ava is not just a girl, she ismygirl. This time I cannot turn away and pretend it isn’t happening. This cry was different. Not only did she sound in pain and desperate, she also sounded like she was giving in. All of the fight I normally hear in my little vixen’s war cries are gone, she sounds hollow and that scares me more than the cry itself.

I reach the door and it is locked. I can hear Grant on the other side of the door making weird grunt sounds in between manic bouts of laughter, but I can’t hear Ava. My heart races and I can feel sweat pouring down my body as I begin to shake, not just with rage, but also with pure fear. Using my fists, I pound against the thick mahogany door, but there’s no reply. Neither Ava nor Grant acknowledge they can hear me, that sets my nerves on edge. Fuck, if I wasn’t in my running gear, I would have the master key with me. Instead, we are going to have to go old school.

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