Page 105 of Reckoning

“I want,” She gulps and if it’s possible her cheeks turn ever redder. “I want to be held down, I like being held down. I like you forcing me, dominating me. It’s not that I want anyone to do it. It’s you, I like the idea of you doing it.”

“Doing what?” I ask, though I already know, it’s damned obvious isn’t it? It’s why she let me fuck her with my mouth all that time ago in her house. It’s why she keeps pushing me, getting me riled up, getting me angry enough that I act without thinking.

“Doing what they did.” She replies, clearly unable to say the ‘r’ word right now.

“You want me to rape you?”

Her eyes widen and she gulps before answering. “No,” She splutters. “Yes. No, it wouldn’t be rape. I want it, I want you, I just…” She crumples again, burying her face in my chest. “I’m disgusting. I’m so fucked up.”

“No, you’re not.” I reply, stroking her hair, letting her lean further into me.

She sniffs, lying still, staring at my chest as those tears continue to fall. “I want you to use me. I want you to take me, whenever you want. I don’t care if it feels like rape. I just…I need that.”

My cock stirs. I’m a fucking monster for the way I react, the way I feel at those words. She wants to be my whore? She’s giving me fair use? Permission to fuck her however and whenever I want? It feels like all my dreams are answered, it feels like this woman has just granted me the very keys to heaven.

I can practically see the trap slamming shut. My angel has caged herself so perfectly. She’s walked right into the devil’s snare and now I can devour her whenever and however I want.

“Okay,” I murmur, cradling her tighter. “If that’s what you want, from now on you don’t have to worry. I’ll take care of you, I’ll see to it that both our needs are met.”

My words sound so soothing and yet, already I’m imagining all the depraved ways I can fuck her, how much I’m going to brutalise her cunt and make her cry and plead.

She might not realise it but she’s opened the floodgates.

She’s unleashed a monster.

And I can’t wait to show her exactly what that means.

Koen

“It’s my fault.” She whispers.

We’re still lying in bed, still curled up, having not moved in what feels like hours. She’s been staring off into space while I’ve been savouring this, savouring her body pressed into mine, trying to decide how soon I can fuck her again and in what way.

“What is?” I ask.

“Everything that went down.”

I let out a growl, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “That’s bullshit.”

“No, it’s not.” She says. “I’m responsible. For all of it.”

The look on her face makes me pause. “What are you saying?” I ask carefully.

She sniffles, wiping her cheeks. “It was my idea. I came up with it and convinced Roman to let me do it.”

“Came up with what?” God, I’m trying so hard not to snap right now, not to lose my temper.

“We needed someone on the inside, we needed information.” She says no longer meeting my gaze. “I knew Otto was after me, he was sniffing around, even before my father’s funeral. I thought…” She trails off, biting her lip, “I thought I could control him, I never thought he was capable of…”

Suddenly, she’s sobbing, covering her face with her arms as if she’s trying to hide her shame.

“You didn’t cause this.” I state. “Otto was a grown man.”

“I led him on, I made him think I was a virgin.”

I stroke her hair, fighting every cell in my body that’s threatening to go on a fucking rampage.

It never made sense to me, her and Otto. Sure, he had money, but so did she. What could she possibly see in a man old enough to be her grandfather? I guess this is the answer isn’t it, it was all a game, an act, a ploy that she and Roman came up with, only it backfired spectacularly.

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