Page 48 of Cruel Love
He moved quickly, flipping me over onto my stomach, and pulling myass into the air. Despite being in this position more times than I could count, tears sprung in my eyes as I braced for the intrusion.
Each time he made me come the night before, I had stupidly letmyself believe things would be different between us. I’d let his words settle deep in my body, giving me hope that maybe,just maybe, he didn’t hate me as much as he made out, and something could develop between us.
“You’re nothing to me, Mouse, just a whore to fuck whenever, andhowever I damn well please. Don’t you ever forget that,”he growled, venom oozing from his tone.
Behind me, his hard cock pressed against my entrance, his fingersgripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. But to my utter horror, James shifted, repositioning his cock at my back hole.
My entire body froze, my blood turning to ice in terror as he pressedforward, his cock pushing into my tight hole.
“No, please…don’t,”I whimpered, a sob bursting free from my lips asmy ass began to burn.“Please, James, I don’t want you to.”
Time seemed to come to a standstill as James stopped movingbehind me. I didn’t dare move, didn’t dare turn to look behind me to see what he was doing or what he might be thinking.
I didn’t dare breathe.
“Fuck,”he whispered, pulling his cock away from my ass.“Fuck,”herepeated, a little louder, this time shoving me away.
I fell forward, another sob breaking free as I scrambled into the fetalposition and wrapped my arms around my body with my legs pulled up to my chest, hoping it would be enough to protect me from the monster I was sure James would be unleashing.
“Fuck!”he roared, leaping off the bed. He grabbed his pants, quicklypulling them on, and refusing to look my way as my heart beat furiously in my chest.
He bolted across the room, stopping as he reached a mirror on thewall. Rearing back, he smashed his fist into the glass, shattering it into a thousand pieces before storming out, and slamming the door behind him.
I couldn’t move from my position. Instead, I stared at the fragments ofglass; a stark reflection of my broken heart.
Chapter 17
James
Pain radiated through my knuckles and into my arm as I charged frommy room, Willow’s quiet sobs ringing in my ears and haunting me.
I needed air.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t take the effect she had on me any longer.
Waking up with her wrapped in my arms felt like waking up in heaven,it felt so goddamn right.
And for a few seconds, I didn’t let myself feel anything but the warmthspreading through my body as I pulled her tighter. Didn’t let myself worry about my father’s ultimatum, or my cousin trying to take what was mine.
For a few blissful seconds, I was just a man, holding his wife. I wasn’tthe heir to a secret society, or a contract killer who didn’t just have blood on his hands, but coating hisentirebody.
For a few seconds, I let myself feel nothing but Willow.
But that was the problem.
She made me feel.
Feelings I had no room for, because when my father took her fromme - and hewouldtake her from me - I didn’t want to deal with the pain I’d be left with.
So like the coward I was, I lashed out, letting hate smother mymoment of happiness, instead of facing the confused emotions the mouse brought out in me.
Hate was easier to hold onto.
Hate wouldn’t break me.
But letting the hate consume me made me lose control. I didn’t knowwhat I was doing until her pleas for me to stop reached my ears. Like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped over me, I froze, seconds before plunging my cock into her ass.
