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“Let them go!” I scream. I try to rip my hand from the handcuffs, but it does nothing. I can’t do anything. No matter how much I try, it’s no use. All I can do is watch and listen. I hear Grams crying, begging for them to let her go.

“He messed with the wrong people,” Jack spits out at Grams.

“How could you?” I scream as they hold a gun to her head. “She raised you like her own, how could you do this?”

Jack turns towards me, laughing, waving his gun in Gram’s face again. I can hear Laia screaming somewhere in the house, I just can’t pinpoint it.

“I told you to leave it, why couldn’t you?” Jack shakes his head.

He knew once I smelled the traitor in our unit, I wouldn’t let it go. He knew that once I knew something was wrong, that there was someone going behind our backs, that I would find out who it was. I just never imagined it would be Jack. The manwho came home with me from the military, the one who promised to look over my family.

“I’m going to kill you,” I growled.

I’m brought back to the present as Blake wiggles her ass. Shaking my head, I shove my scarred finger into her mouth.

“Better make my finger slippery, it’s the only lube you’re getting,” I warn. Blake’s tongue curls around my finger, sucking like it’s her damn job. Either she’s excited to have my finger in her or she knows it’s better to have more lube than not.

“Good girl,” I praise. Pulling my finger from her mouth, I throw my leg over her back so I’m now straddling her lower back. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, Blake tenses, her legs beginning to kick around. I don’t pay any mind. Instead, her asshole and pussy are like a beacon. Before my finger dries up anymore, I circle her hole and apply pressure before slipping my finger inside. I don’t care if it hurts her or if she’s uncomfortable. I twist my finger, pulling out before thrusting back in.

“I bet if I pulled my pants down you’d beg me to fuck your tight ass,” I groan. Pulling my finger out, I add a second, scissoring her open. This wasn’t my plan. Not that I even had one, to begin with.

I told her to stay away from me, but it’s me. I’m the one unable to stay away from her.

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I’m supposed to hate it. I tell my brain I hate what he’s doing to me. I even tell my heart that Ryker is not a good person. He’s not. He’s rude, he violated me within the first two seconds of meeting him. He choked me, and now he’s sitting on my back with two or more fingers in my ass.

And I like it.

I more than like it.

Even if I’m struggling to breathe, struggling to accept the fact that I’m willing to let another man have their hands on me,inme.

Even though I fight against his hold, I’m not sure if I’m fighting him or myself. So, with my arms stretched out, I claw at the mattress. My legs kick out, my hips bucking against his hold. I ignore the fact that while I do this, his finger sinks further into me. My ass is completely exposed. I know he can see the whip scars along both ass cheeks.

“I knew you would like your ass being played with.” Ryker chuckles low in his throat.

I shake my head. Idon’t.I refuse to even admit in my head that Imightenjoy it.

“Will you let me mark you too?”

This isn’t the first time Ryker’s wanted to damage my body as well. I just can’t figure out if he wants to or is just taunting me.

Something sharp presses against my left ass cheek. My muscles tense up, legs fall flat on the bed. I know what he has in his hand, and if he thinks he’s going to—

The air gets trapped in my lungs when I feel the blunt object of the handle pushing against my asshole. My eyes water, the sting of him pushing against me without any lube shoots from my ass down to my toes.

“Does Jacey know that you like having knives in your ass?” he taunts.

I have two options: Let him fuck me with the knife or to try and fight him off. Either way, I could get cut, just less, hopefully, if I let him do what he wants.

Shoving my face further into the covers, I refuse to let him see me cry. Especially not when suddenly something whips across the bottom of my ass. I clench my body, my hands ripping the side of the bedding down. The handle moves in my ass, stopping just for the whip to hit me again. The push and pull. He never soothes the burn on my skin. He hits me and then fucks my ass with the knife.

I relish in the feeling, in every second.

I hate that I like this, and I hate that I’m letting him do this to my body. I vowed to myself that I never would let a man do this, fuck me, let me cry.

So, when he thrusts the knife into my ass, the snap of his belt moments before it hits my flesh, I ignite like a firecracker. My orgasm rips through my body so fast I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip to stop myself from giving in to what Ryker wants.

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