Page 151 of Reckoning

It’s late afternoon when Koen comes to find me. For a man as big as he is, he knows how to be quiet when he wants to.

“What are you looking at?” He asks.

I shriek, slamming the screen shut which obviously gets his attention.

“It’s nothing.” I say quickly.

“Nothing?” He repeats.

I put on my biggest, most bashful smile. “I was just looking at underwear.” I lie.

He narrows his eyes and for a second I think he might call me out on it, but instead he drops his gaze, staring at my chest, at where my top dips low enough to show my cleavage. “Don’t you think you have enough?”

“Do you?” I reply, moving to stand. “You seem to enjoy ripping it off me so I figured I should buy some especially for that for purpose.”

He growls, grabbing me so quickly I barely see the movement. My heart slams into my chest. I’m still so damn painful from what feels like day after day of his abuse but if he wants me again I won’t refuse him. I’ll get on my knees and I’ll beg for his cock.

“I have a present for you.” He whispers in my ear.

“What present?” I gasp.

He carries me over to the bed, pushes me down flat on my face with my arse in the air, then slides my leggings down.

If this is it, I’m not complaining, if he spent the day eagerly waiting for my return then I’m only sorry he didn’t find me sooner.

His slams his mouth against my pussy, eating me out like he’s been thinking of nothing else for hours.

I writhe, I moan, I rub myself against his stubbled lips, smearing my arousal over him as if I’m marking him with my juices.

“Fuck,” He groans, forcing himself to stand.

His dick pushes against me, I spread my legs wider, giving every indication I can that I’m ready for this, ready for this gift.

As he slides in, he growls, digging his fingers so deep into my hips I know they’ll leave bruises.

“I wanted you fill you up.” He states. “I want you to walk down with me and to know that for the entire time, my come is going to be dripping from your cunt.”

I gasp, rocking backwards, encouraging him and yet not quite understanding it. Walking where? Going where? He talked of gifts, is this not it?

He lowers his mouth to my ear as he picks up pace. One hand wraps around my waist, claiming my clit and the other he places over my hand so that our fingers are intwined. He slams into me so deliciously and I moan as my eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck, Koen,” I moan. “Yes, like that, just like that.”

I gyrate against him, taking every punishing thrust.

“I brought you another sacrifice.” He whispers. “I brought you another victim. And this time, I want you to do it. I want you prove to me, to everyone how strong you now are.”

Fear grasps my heart, turning that hazy lust to something chilling. But I swallow it down, force it down.

And I nod. I’m not that scared little girl anymore, I’m not the creature who first came to hide out here.

I’m Koen’s Little Devil. I’m his whore. And I will do it, I will do whatever he asks.

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Well,he got what he wanted.

That’s the thought that keeps repeating in my head as we walk hand in hand down the cold, concrete steps to the underworld.

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