Page 89 of Deliria

He crosses the room, grabbing hold of my arm as I try to dart away, and he hauls me back to the bed.

“Out.” He barks over his shoulder.

They scramble for the exit, barely able to contain their relief at leaving, while the door slams shut behind them.

But I’m not giving in that easily. I’m not going down without a fight.

I lash out, I slam my fists into Alex, laying as many punches as I can. It’s like it does nothing. It’s like he can’t feel it.

He brings his own fist up and with deadly precision he lands a hit right to my jaw and I slump back, completely and utterly incapacitated.

My head spins. My eyes go hazy. I try as best as I can to anchor to something, anything as I’m shoved back onto the mattress.

With all the brutality he can muster he forces two fingers into me, and I scream at the awful intrusion.

This isn’t about pleasure. This isn’t even about his enjoyment. This is about dominance. His absolute control over me.

He starts pumping away, snarling as he’s doing it.

“Yeah, you like that?” He hisses in my ear. “You wanna act like a whore with all my family, then I’ll use you as one.”

“Like you hadn’t already.” I bite back. Like I don’t remember what he and his disgusting father have done to me. Like I don’t remember what he let his shareholders do to me months ago either…

He pauses, his mouth twisting into that awful smile I used to like once upon a time.

“Seems like you do remember after all.” He says as if my words are some sort of admission of my guilt.

“Al…”

“Shut your mouth.” Alex says cutting me off. “Unless you’re using it to suck my cock, I don’t want to see it open.”

I should play safe. I know I should. I should be obedient.

But that won’t get me out of here.

“Please…”

He slaps me hard enough that my lip splits. “I said shut the fuck up.” He growls.

Metal fills my mouth as the coppery taste of blood hits my tongue. He’s still got his hand down there, still penetrating me like I’m some sort of doll, some sort of marionette he can manhandle and not a person at all.

“Getting the show started without me, I see?”

My body locks up, my eyes widen in fear the instant I hearhisvoice.

He strides into the room, making a point of walking around the bed to see exactly what is going on.

I gulp, trying to steady that frantic beating of my heart.

Vincent clambers onto the bed, grabbing me by my head as he pulls my torso up, holding me against him while Alex sits back on haunches and grins more.

“Well?” His father says, as he begins to lazily manhandle my breasts.

Alex flares his nostrils, giving a few lacklustre thrusts before he stops again. “My arm’s aching.” He states. “How about a better idea?”

My eyes dart between them. They’re like two conspirators, revelling in the destruction they’re about to cause. Only, that destruction is my body. Me.

“You take her arse. I’ll take her cunt.” He states. “Maybe with the pair of us in her together, she’ll have enough cock to actually perform.”

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