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“Fuck, you take me so well, Blossom. You’re doing so good,” he groans.
“God, you’re so big. Why are you so big?” I whimper as he starts to slowly fuck me.
“Last chance, Myra. Are you sure you want to see who I am?” he asks, almost humorously.
“Yes,” I pant. “God, please.”
“God can’t help you now, Blossom. You belong to the devil,” he grunts out before slamming his cock into me with every bit of force he can manage. He instantly finds a savage pace, and all I can do is scream through the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. He is quickly fucking me into a stupor, and I love it. I love the aggression and energy. I love the way he praises me through every stroke, no matter how deep or violent it is.
“My pretty girl,” he moans. “Come for me, Myra.”
“Oh, Dom. Oh, please,” I cry out.
“What is it, Blossom?”
“Please come in me. Please. I can’t. Oh, please,” I moan through my tears. I manage to push my hips back to meet his force, and he immediately grabs me by the hair and pulls me up. He wraps his arm around my throat and pulls my head back on his shoulder. My back arches dramatically as he pounds into me harder and harder.Eventually, he is moaning in sync with me as he turns my face, kissing me hard as we both find our release together.
Dominic lays me on my back, and I gently drape my arm over my face as I try to catch my breath. “You…” I pant as he starts cleaning me. “You are a monster, Dominic Mercer.”
“I’m your monster,” he says sweetly as he moves my arm and gently kisses me.
“I love you, Dominic,” I say.
“I love you too, Myra,” he says warmly. “We need to get ready so we can go.”
“Oh, right,” I say with a deep frown.
“Cheer up,” he laughs. “I’ll reward you later.”
“In that case,” I say as I sit up eagerly. “We should get ready.”
“Mhmm. I thought so,” he laughs and pulls me up to stand. “You’re going to do great.”
Chapter Seven
Myra
I am dressed inblack slacks and a pastel pink shirt. I have my hair loosely pulled up to show all of my bruises. They are still a deep purple and black, and the handprints on my throat are still well-defined, too. Andrew Lincoln is coming as my lawyer. He has all of the pictures that were taken when I first arrived. Natalie made sure to take pictures of everything at its worst for shock value, mostly.
Andrew is having us come into court last so that I don’t run into Leon away from the courtroom. My showing up with Dominic will just support Leon’s theory that I cheated on him, but I didn’t. Although I totally would have. If Dominic had pursued me, I would have jumped at the chance to be with him, just like I am now. Matt is here as my psychiatrist, and Natalie as my doctor.
“Ready?” Andrew asks me.
“Uhm… No,” I admit. “I’m scared he will get to me again.”
“He won’t,” Dominic says. “You’re safe.”
“Let’s just do this,” I sigh.
Dominic wraps his arm around my waist as Matt opens the door for us. When we walk into the courtroom, everyone turns to look at me. I freeze for a second, and it’s Matt who encourages me. “You’ve got this,” he says gently. “Head up, Myra. You have us.”
I nod, and we walk to the front. Matt has me sit between him and Dominic. Natalie is next to Matt, and Andrew goes up to the judge. I glance over, and Leon is sitting with Dad. They’re both dressed well to present as though they’re not demons with whiskey in their blood. I know Dad bailed Leon out almost immediately when he was arrested for aggravated assault. Today is for a plea deal and to handle the protection order.
Leon and Dad are glaring at me, but Dominic makes a point of turning my face to him and kissing me while they’re watching us. “I’ve got you, Blossom,” he says with a smile. “You’re mine, remember?”
“Yeah,” I smile.
“Alright,” Judge Alvin Chambers says as Andrew steps up. “Myra Carrington. Can you join your lawyer, please? Leon Heatherly. You are being represented by Charles Jason. Can you two come up as well, please?”
