Page 148 of Reckoning

He snarls, slapping my arse again. “You want that, don’t you, Sofia?”

I gulp, biting my lips, refusing to admit it. He pinches my clit, he pinches so hard I scream. And as his cock slides into me it’s too much, far too much. I dig my nails into the concrete, feeling them snap, I arch my back and I scream out my release.

“That’s my good girl.” Koen says, stroking my hair.

I lie still, panting, wondering why he’s stopped, why Koen is no longer fucking me. He’s pulled out. He’s studying me. And then he flips me over, onto my back before he slides back in.

“When I come I want to see your face.” He states. “I want to watch your reaction as I pour myself inside you. As I ruin this pretty little cunt for everyone else but me.”

I stare up at him, seeing how impossible dark his eyes are. He is enjoying this. He’s loving every second.

This is turning him on just as much as it is me.

He plants his hands either side of my head. Right where they feel like a threat. And then he’s thrusting, using just his hips to push himself inside me, over and over.

I lay still, barely breathing, letting him use me.

As his face seems to harden, as his arms lock, I realise he’s close. He’s coming. He grabs my throat, pulling me up, out of the dirt and he slams his lips into mine, right as he climaxes. Right as he pours himself inside me.

I can’t breathe. The way he holds my neck cuts off all my air flow. For two seconds I full on panic and then he slumps down and that oxygen rushes back down my throat.

I can feel him leaking out of me, I can the freezing cold concrete practically biting into my skin.

He rolls over, taking hold of my arm like he’s expecting me to flee again. And then I remember why I ran in the first place.

My anger comes rushing back.

My fury burns away any post orgasm haze.

“You saw them, you watched them.” I snarl. “Did you enjoy it? Huh? Did you? Did you find it funny to see what they did to me? Did you want to remember it so much that you made print outs?”

His eyes react. His face switches instantly.

“You found the ops room.” He murmurs.

“Ops?”

He takes in a deep breath as understanding clearly hits him. “I had to do it.” I reply. “I needed their faces.”

“Stop lying to me.” I go to smack him around the face and he catches my hand, holding it still.

“I’m not lying.” He growls. “You think I wanted to see? You think I wanted to know? Just imagining what you went through is bad enough but to see it played out…”

“You had no right.” I cry and it echoes around us. Swirls around us.

He pulls me into his chest, let’s me bury my face into the strength of his muscles. “I had every right. I had to make them pay. I had to do something. This was the only way I could ensure none of them got away with it.”

“Who else has seen it?” I ask. “Who else watched those videos?”

I can see him hesitate. I see that flicker as he tries to decide whether he should lie or not. “Colt.” He says, and my shoulders slump at that admission. “No one else. He found the videos, that’s why. I’ve made sure they’re destroyed. That no one else will ever see them.”

I swallow, pushing myself away from him a tiny bit. “Someone else has copies.” I say like we don’t both know it.

“I should have told you.” He replies.

I sniff, wiping my face. “Why didn’t you?”

“It’s complicated.” He sighs. “I didn’t want you to look at me and second guess my behaviour, I didn’t want you to think that because I knew I was treating you differently.”

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