Page 201 of Under the Bed

Crack, crack, crack. Dr. Reynolds’s ribs snap beneath me. The air he’s huffing is his last breath.

I haven’t come yet, though.

Kaleb pushes another two fingers inside me, pressing the heel of his hand to my clit for friction as I jump. “You’re drenching my hand. Such a good girl.”

“I’m your good girl,” I breathe, jumping on the dead man. “Yours.”

“Yes.” He runs his thumb along my throat. Squeezes and releases it. “Fucking my hand like that. Needing me like that. I’m going to make it my life’s mission to ruin you. I’ll humiliate and degrade you. I’ll come on your face while you’re crying for me. You’ll beg me to stop making you come over and over and fucking over.”

“Kaleb, please.”

He moans, and my orgasm shatters me. I scream into my mask, my head thrashing back, eyes glaring at the ceiling.

I’m too weak to keep jumping. Can’t move. Don’t need to.

Kaleb is there. He rubs me relentlessly, wringing every bit of this orgasm out of me.

“You think I’m done with you?” He drags me through the house. Past the bloody foyer. Through the living room and den.

I’m still catching my breath as I count three bodies of Dad’s staff along the way.

Shame, really.

Shame that I don’t care.

“I told you…” I growl.

We pass by other rooms, crossing the mansion until we end up in the dining room.

The room where Dad whipped and belted me. Where he and Kaleb’s mom have been left, just as Dr. Reynolds said. Bound and dead.

My gaze finds Kaleb’s masked face. “Don’t ever be done with me.”

He huffs and throws one of the chairs back, clearing up space for me around the table. He’s made room for me to bend over.

Right there, next to my dead dad.

His mom is on the other side of the table, though Kaleb pays no attention to her.

She’s not important tonight. All that matters is me and this middle finger we’re giving my dad.

“I’ll never be done with you.”Bamand he pushes the side of my face on the solid old wood top of the table. “I’ll always love you. Always.”

My mask has gone askew. My eyes have nowhere to go other than tostare at the hole in Dad’s forehead.

Kaleb leans in so I see his mask while he frees me of my jeans, pushing them down my thighs.

“I’ll always love you.” His cock thrusts inside me in one shove, up to the hilt, his hands firm on my hips as he starts pounding his pierced dick into me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shiloh. You’re so good. The fucking worst.Fuck.”

The table rattles as he pummels into me with abandon. He impales me until my breath leaves my body. Until I come around his cock, until my throat is sore from screaming his name.

His orgasm chases mine, and he empties himself inside me.

“Take it. Every drop.” He shoves more of himself inside me with each word. “Can’t wait to have you swollen. To watch our child grow inside you. Our baby. Ours.”

“Ours,” I repeat. “Ours.”

I’m no longer looking at my mutilated father. Kaleb’s pulling me up, my back up against his sturdy chest. He tears off my mask, then his.

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