Chapter 80

"I do," I whisper, my face heating up with the confession.

He groans, like what I'm saying is undoing him. "Do you know why?"

"Because I'm fucked up in the head?" I guess with a hollow laugh.

"No, my naughty little kitten." His fingers tighten in my hair. "It's because you know I'd never hurt you. I have killed men with my bare fucking hands, but I'd never do anything to you that doesn't end with you screaming my name."

Fuck. Maybe he's right.

"And since your husband actually put his hands on you, I'm going to make him pay for that." His voice is darker now, rough like gravel. It sends a wave of heat straight to my core, and I can't stop the way my body responds, squirming against him.

"Jesus, baby," he hisses. His hands move to grip my hips. "I'm trying to comfort you and all your greedy little pussy wants is my cock."

He unzips his pants, his movements unhurried. "What am I going to do with you?" His voice is thick with need, but there's a smile in it.

I turn to look at him. "B-But what if we have something?" I ask, my body already trembling with need.

Fuck me. Please.

The animalistic look I find in his eyes makes my mouth go dry. "I've fucked you almost every day since you've been here. If we have something, oh fucking well. We'll deal with it tomorrow, but for now, this pussy's mine."

Then, he unleashes his cock and lines it up with my entrance, pushing into me. I gasp as my walls quickly stretch, swallowing him whole. I'm still a little sore from last night, but he still feels so fucking amazing.

I want this. I want him to make me forget.

About Isaac.

About those disgusting videos.

About how fucking terrible the last three years of my life were before I managed to escape.

"King," I moan, arching my back into him.

His fingers dig into my hips, and he fucks me faster, his movements rough, yet measured, dragging pleasure through every inch of my body.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demands. "Tell me what a good little slut you are."

"I'm your good little slut," I pant, and the words taste like freedom on my tongue. I realize this is why I let him take control. He knows exactly what I need.

Suddenly, he flips me onto my stomach, spreading my ass cheeks before slamming back into me. His hands wrap around my throat, and he takes me like a fucking animal.

"Oh, God," I cry out, feeling like he's destroying me, but all I can do is lay here and take it.

He...he wants me to kill him? Myself?

I instantly feel myself getting wetter from the thought of it. What the hell is wrong with me? But I can't seem to care, not when King is fucking every rational thought out of my mind.

When he feels me clench around him, I practically hear him smirk. "Or would you prefer I slit his throat, and fuck you as his blood rains over us?"

"Good fucking girl," he growls. "Milk my cock just like that. Just like that."

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"Do you really have to work tonight?" I ask sleepily, the exhaustion of the day finally dropping down on me like a boulder.

He chuckles softly, pressing his lips to my shoulder. "Yeah. Got some payments to collect."

I touch the hand caressing my throat. "Be safe for me, okay?"

I feel his mouth twitch against my skin. "You think I wouldn't, now that I have so much to come home to?"

Something about the way he says that makes my chest swell, but I'm too tired to process anything. My eyes droop shut, and I give in to the safety and comfort King's touch brings.

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