Page 12 of Devastate Me

Whatever Colt saw in her eyes, he seemed to see her agree to whatever he wanted. He drew in a deep breath before he began to fuck her hard. She slid on the counter, and he kept hold of her while he jackhammered into her like a man possessed. She cried out over and over, each time he filled her almost to the point of pain. Every fear, every hurt, every heartbreak from the last few months faded to nothing as Colt made love to her wildly, dangerously.

This time her orgasm was so violent, so exquisite, that she actually screamed. Colt roared in response, the sound reverberating clear through her as he unleashed all of his strength into her with a few more thrusts before everything went still. His fingers dug into her thighs, but the hold soon eased and she sank back onto the counter, too limp to move. She couldn’t even lift her head to see his face.

He held still inside of her for what felt like forever, and she almost cried out when he withdrew from her body. She didn’t want that connection to end. He threw the condom away and then cleaned them both with a towel before he helped her sit up. She blushed as he fixed his jeans and then cupped her face to press a slow, sweet kiss to her lips.

When they broke apart, she suddenly blurted out, “Please come over for dinner. I was planning to cook, and I want to cook for you.”

For a moment, his gaze was unreadable. Then he slowly smiled. “That sounds nice. What time?”

“Uh, give me two hours?” She needed to shower, then run to the store for a few things, dress up, and cook.

“Okay. Want me to bring anything?”

She beamed at him. “No, just you.” She felt ridiculously happy, and she knew she should be embarrassed, but right now that was impossible.

“All right.” He helped her off the counter, and she put her clothes back on.

“Great. See you in a few hours.” She kissed his cheek and rushed out of his house.

Ophelia showered, dressed, and rushed to the store to get ingredients for an instant pot barbecue beef recipe. When she got back to her car, rain was splashing in torrents down her windows. It was dark by the time she pulled into her garage.

She’d always loved storms and kept her garage door open as she unloaded the groceries from her trunk. The bags were in her arms, and she took a moment to watch the lightning illuminate the street as the rain moved in winding waves across the pavement.

She turned away, but the sight of a battered old car pulling into her driveway made her turn back. She didn’t know anyone who drove a car like that, and she wasn’t expecting anyone either. A chill raced down her spine, and she ran for the garage door leading into her house. She hit the button on the wall to close the garage door, but it bounced back up when the sensors were triggered by movement.

Ophelia screamed as two men rushed her in the dark. She threw the grocery bags at one man and got inside, but she couldn’t get the door closed. One of them had wedged his boot in the door, and then he hit her hard in the shoulder. Pain lanced up her body as she kept trying to get the door shut.

There was a shout on the other side of the door, and suddenly it was flung wide as one of them crashed into it, sending her sprawling on her back. Her head hit the floor, and she groaned as she tried to roll over onto her hands and knees.

One of the men grabbed her head and slammed it down on the floor. “Fucking bitch!” White dots flashed in the blackness behind her eyes.

“Grab what you can and load it in the car!” the man snapped. “I’ll take care of her.”

Pain flowed through her as she became aware of hands gripping her wrists and dragging her along the floor into the living room. She cried out as a boot sank hard into her side. The man was kicking her, though the realization came to her through a dark, frightening tunnel that left her stunned. Why was this happening?

“Pl-please stop!” she begged.

“Shut the fuck up!” A blow smacked her face to the side, and blood filled her mouth from her split lip.

“Stop fucking around, asshole!” the other man said. “I need you to help carry the TV. It’s too big.”

Ophelia tried to breathe. She was being robbed. The men were using the storm to cover it up. While they were busy with the TV, she had only a minute at most to move, to get to her phone or hide. Her fuzzy mind struggled to make a decision.

Phone. Get the phone.

She crawled around the back of her couch toward the kitchen. The sounds of crashing and cursing grew distant behind her. She was going to make it. She—

“Hey, where’s the bitch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fucking find her!”

She heard footsteps, and suddenly strong hands grabbed her ankles.

She screamed just as a fist knocked her into terrifying nothingness.

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