Page 47 of Cup of Lies

I think I can actually sell this lie.

As bedtime nears, jitters quake through me from head to toe. I’m not happy with the thought of having sex with him. I know it’s necessary to keep up the ruse, but I certainly won’t like it.

“She’s asleep,” Seth says as he strides into the room. “Did you shower?” Before I can answer, he walks up to me and sniffs my neck. “Good. Whatever cheap motel crap you had didn’t smell like you. This is better.”

I’d thought if I put on clothes maybe he’d be less apt to want to have sex, but he immediately starts tugging at my shirt. Rather than stand here like a disgusted statue, I reach for the buckle of his belt, not making eye contact, instead focusing on helping him undress.

His hands are rough as he gropes my full breasts, a predatory grin on his freckled face. He rips away his own shirt, revealing his bushy red chest hair among even more freckles. I can smell a light scent of putrid odor. For someone so worried about me showering, he should have taken one himself, especially after being outside in the heat of the day with Kaitlyn.

Our clothes disappear too quickly. Then his mouth is on mine, stabbing his tongue into the depths of my mouth. He tastes like onions from dinner.

I’m going to throw up.

No.

You have to do this, Romy.

He starts to reach for my neck like he wants to pull me closer to him. However, I don’t want him to find my makeshift foil shield. I grab his wrist, tugging it toward my nipple instead. He takes the hint and twists it.

The baby jumps in my belly because I jump at the sharp pain of his abuse.

“Ow,” I grunt out. “Too hard.”

“Hush. You deserve to be punished for leaving us.”

He pulls away and I stare at him, trying like hell to keep from shuddering in repulsion. His cock seems to have shrunk since I had sex with him last. I’ve been thinking about Caius too much, comparing each of them down to the veins on their dicks.

Caius’s is full of throbbing, lickable veins.

I miss him.

Seth, mediocre cock bouncing with his movement, reaches into the bedside table drawer. When he produces a pair of handcuffs, dread fills me to the brim. I want to take off running, put as much distance as possible between us, but I stare at him like a mouse stuck in a trap.

Terrified, immobile.

Snap.

He latches one handcuff to my left wrist and then jerks it across my body toward the headboard where he snaps it in place. Then he physically moves me to face the bed where my arm is no longer stretched painfully across me.

“Bend over and put your free hand on the bed,” he instructs, voice low and cruel. “And don’t move.”

I do as I’m told and clutch the bedding in my hand. My other arm is twisted at an uncomfortable angle. I’m not loving any of this at all.He’ll have sex with me and then it’ll be over. I can think about Caius the whole time. As long as I don’t make the mistake of saying his name, I’ll be fine. I can make it through this. It’s not like Seth lasts forever anyway. Ten minutes tops and I can go to sleep.

Except he’s not pushing his cock inside of me.

What is he doing?

A jangling sound makes my nerves come alive.

He’s not—

Smack!

Fiery pain lashes across my ass cheeks. It takes half a second for my brain to catch up and realize I’ve been hit with his belt. Before I can even find words to stop him, he hits me again, this one hitting my bruised tailbone. I cry out in agony, falling onto my elbow and making my other shoulder scream in pain. The belt swings through the air again, making contact with my upper thighs below my ass cheeks. The intense pain is dizzying. Bile creeps up my throat and I’m afraid I might throw up all over the bedspread.

Tears and snot run rivers down my face as I beg Seth to stop. It’s like he can’t even hear me. Over and over and over again, he whips me until I’m on the verge of passing out. The baby is bouncing in my belly as if she might be able to escape and run far, far away from this horror show.

What was I thinking coming back?

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