The Sacrifice: Chapter 11

I can hear her heavy breathing fill the room while doing as she’s told. I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d go easy this one time. Of course, my easy isn’t soft, but it’s better than what I have planned for her in the future. She will learn to love being whipped, chained, and gagged when I fuck her. The daughter of Frank Minson will crawl on her hands and knees while begging me to use her however I want.

Her parents hate me. They blame me for Whitney’s death. I don’t give a fuck what they think. They were the ones who failed both of their daughters. One is dead, and the other will be wishing that soon.

I stay in the living room, watching the heavy rain hit the floor-to-ceiling windows while undoing my button-up. Shrugging the wet material off my shoulders, I pour myself another drink and throw it back, making sure not to let it go to waste. It’s Dalmore—a fifty-year-old whiskey, courtesy of her father. He had given Luke this room tonight. A sick way for him to make sure she bled when they consummated their marriage. I’ll make sure to leave him a visual. Just in case the scene I put on at the Cathedral wasn’t enough.

Her soft cries filter down from the hall, interrupting my thoughts. I won’t let it get to me. She’s a means to an end. My chance at revenge. It’s nothing personal. I saw an opportunity and took it. If Lake knew what I was really doing, she’d thank me.

Finishing off the drink, I set it on the table. Toeing off my shoes, I undo my dress slacks and push them and my boxers down my legs before removing my socks.

I walk down the hallway and enter the only bedroom in this three-thousand-square-foot suite. I turn on the light. It’s the middle of the day, but the storm outside makes the room darker than it would normally be at this time. The curtains are open on the far wall, which is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows, showing off the city.

Laikyn sits up in the bed, her back to the headboard. The rose petals that once covered the white duvet are now littered across the floor. Tears silently run down her face. Making my way over to the bed, I stand beside it, and her eyes meet mine through her watery lashes.

I reach out, my knuckles brushing her tears. “Lie down, little darling. Flat on your back. Let me see what’s mine.”

She sniffs, but slowly pushes off the headboard to lie down, her eyes on the ceiling. Mine run over her body. All she wears is white lace underwear that sit high on her narrow hips and a matching garter up on her thigh.

Her skin is flawless, no tattoos, no piercings, no scars. She was sheltered. After her sister died, her family put her on lockdown. Her parents aren’t stupid. The fact that their father is a Lord should be reason enough to protect your children. Both her mother and father knew the possibility of either one of them being hurt. They just didn’t give a fuck.

I reach out and place my hands on her legs, and they shake while she takes in a deep breath. I slide my hands up her smooth thighs and grip her underwear before pulling them down her closed legs along with the garter and tossing them onto the floor. “Spread your legs,” I order.

Her shaking hands come up to her face and covers herself from me. I should tie her down, restrain her to the bed so she can’t hide. But even I understand that may be too much right now. I’ve got the rest of my life to degrade her, use her. Honestly, I’m not even in the mood to fuck her, but we’re here to prove a point.

That she’s mine.

I reach up and wrap my hand around her fragile neck, squeezing until her eyes pop open. Her hands grip my wrists, trying to free herself with no such luck. Her hips lift off the bed, trying to get any kind of leverage to get free. “I gave you an order, little darling. You don’t want me to say it twice.”

Her heels dig into the white duvet that she lies on as her trembling legs part. I release her neck and run my fingers down her heaving chest, over her flat stomach and look at her shaved pussy. For someone so innocent, she’s been groomed for what her husband would like.

The bed dips at my weight as I sit between them. She sucks in a shaky breath as I hold them wide open with my knees. I run my thumb over her pussy, spreading her lips. She’s not wet, but I didn’t expect her to be. I lean over, and spit falls from my mouth onto her cunt. She makes a gagging sound.

Spit is the least of her worries. When I’m done with her, she’ll kneel with an open mouth, begging for me to spit down her throat like it’s on fire and only I can put it out.

I rub my fingers over it, pushing one into her.

She whimpers, her hands reaching out to the side and grab the bed. Her face scrunching at the invasion. “Tyson,” she gasps.

I am going to use her as my toy. She will crawl, cry, and beg me to fuck her. That’s what the Lords taught me to do. To take and take. Sex is power, and she will be no different. I shove two fingers into her, and she whimpers. I pump them in and out before forcing a third into her, opening her wide, and she cries out. “Feel that, Lake?” I slowly pull them out before entering them again. “That’s your pussy getting wet for me.”

Her cries grow louder, and her back arches off the bed.

Pulling them out, I slap her cunt, making her scream. Her body twists, trying to free itself between my legs, but there’s nowhere for her to go.

Shoving her legs farther apart with mine, I grab the base of my dick and run the head along her soaked cunt. I push into her, her back bowing off the bed while a scream is ripped from her lips.

Leaning over her body, I slap my hand over her mouth, silencing her, and pull back before pushing forward, my cock entering her more. Her hands grip my forearms, her sharp nails digging into my skin.

Her thighs tighten against mine, trying her hardest to close them, but I keep them spread wide open for me.

“That’s it,” I growl through gritted teeth, pulling back and pushing in again, more this time. Loving the feel of her tight pussy hugging my dick. “Take my cock, Lake. Let me use you.”

She tries to shake her head free of my hand, but I keep a tight grip on it. Her eyes open and look up at me as tears fall down the side of her face. Her once perfect makeup has been smeared from the rain and more so now from crying.

“Fuck.” I pull out and then shove forward, and her neck arches. Sitting up, I remove my hand from her mouth.

“Tyson,” she cries, her back arching off the bed, nipples hard.

I pull out, and her body relaxes into the mattress with relief, but I’m just getting started. I flip her over onto her stomach and grip her hips, pulling her ass in the air. Looking down at my bloody cock, it makes me smile.

It’s not a lot, but it’s enough for me to make it messy. I stroke my dick a few times, covering my hand with it. Sliding two fingers into her for good measure, I then push my cock back into her, loving the way her cunt grips me tight. Leaning over her back, I reach around and grip her chin with my blood-covered hand.

“Taste that?” I shove a finger between her open lips, and she starts gagging. Spit flies from her mouth in the process and covers the white velvet headboard. “That’s your innocence, Lake, smeared all over my cock. Isn’t it sweet?”

She continues to gag while I pump in and out of her. “I’m going to take everything you have to give.” She sobs around my finger in her mouth. “And then some more. You will not know who you are, or where you came from.”

She chokes out a cry when I slam my hips forward, her fingers digging into the now bloody sheets.

“All you will know is me.” I shove into her, the sound of our bodies slapping fill the room. “All you will need is me.” Pulling out, I slam into her again and she screams. I remove my finger from her mouth and release her chin to slap my hand over her face, covering both her mouth and nose to silence her. “All you will have is me, little darling.”

A groan escapes my lips at the feel of her cunt tightly wrapped around my cock. “You feel so good, Lake. So fucking tight,” I tell her, listening to her mumbled cries. “You’re doing so good for me.” She tries to take in a breath, but my hand covers most of her tear-streaked face. “Taking my cock like the good whore I knew you’d be.”

She shakes her head, trying to free her face from my hand. I smile, tightening my hold, and lift her head back at an odd angle. My hips thrust forward, slamming into her, loving the way her body shakes under mine. Her hands come up and try to pry mine off her face, but it does no good. “Fight me, Lake,” I tell her. “Pretend you don’t want me when we both know your pussy is soaking wet.”

Her hands drop from mine as I feel her body starting to go soft, and I finally remove my hand from her face, allowing her to suck in a deep breath. I don’t want her passing out. Not today.

Sitting up, I grip her hips with my hands, smearing more blood on her body. I want her covered in it along with this bed. I don’t need her to bleed a lot. A little can go a long way when done right.

“I … hate you.” She sobs, her hands pushing against the headboard.

Smiling, I pause, my dick buried deep inside her cunt. “That’s not going to keep you from coming on my cock.”

LAIKYN

Fire is all I can think of. I’m burning from the inside out.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I was never allowed toys. The fear of touching myself made me sick to my stomach. If I made myself bleed, I’d be a disgrace to my family. Luke would have thought I wasn’t a virgin. Now I wish I would have just done it myself so Tyson wouldn’t have that satisfaction.

I cough and spit on the bed, not caring what he thinks of me, just wanting to get the blood out of my mouth. He holds me down, one hand in my hair, the other on my hip while his cock continues to tear me apart.

My hands grip the sheets, the headboard—anywhere I can get ahold of.

My face is covered in tears, drool, and my blood. I can’t stop sobbing. I feel like twenty-one years was just ripped away from me, but my body is enjoying it.

His grip in my hair tightens and he adjusts my head, shoving my face into the blood-stained comforter. I try to push myself up but he’s too strong. I can’t breathe. The taste of blood fills my mouth once again and bile rises. I have to force it down, so I don’t drown in my own vomit.

“Goddamn, Lake.” I hear him groan, and my pussy tightens around his dick at the sound.

He lets go of my hair, and I lift my head, sucking in a sharp breath, my lungs burning. He pulls out of me, and I sag against the bed, trying to catch my breath. But he grabs my hips and throws me onto my back once again, forcing me to look up at him.

He spreads my legs wide with his, and my eyes drop to his dick. It stands straight up, long and hard. A barbell piercing through the bottom of the shaft. It’s covered in blood and so is his lower abdomen.

“Please,” I beg, placing my hands on his bare muscular chest. “It hurts.”

He tilts his head to the side, his hand going to his dick, and he strokes it slowly. His eyes soften but quickly harden and it makes me wonder if I’m seeing shit. The lack of oxygen is making me delirious.

Reaching out, he grabs my hips and yanks me farther down the bed and pushes into me once again. I arch my neck and let out a scream as that burning sensation intensifies at his roughness. He wraps a hand around my neck and squeezes, digging the choker into my skin and cutting off my air.

Leaning over my body, he thrusts into me over and over. His eyes staring into mine, watching the tears run down the side of my face while he fucks me. “You’re doing so good, Lake. So fucking good. Look how well your pussy is taking my cock.”

My arms fall to my sides and dots take over his features. I’m going to pass out. Or he’s going to kill me. Either way, all I can do is take it.

But something else is happening. I feel a different kind of heat. That fire burning inside me starts crawling up my legs to my stomach. That is quickly replaced with a numbing and tingling sensation. Chills cover my entire body but I feel hot at the same time. Is this what it feels like to die?

“That’s it, little darling.” He lowers his mouth to my face and licks my innocence off my lips before growling. “Let it go. Be a good girl and come all over my bloody cock. Show me how much you like it.”

I don’t know what he’s talking about. I can barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. Then everything goes bright like a burst of energy shoots through me. My body tenses, my back bows, and my eyes shut. Or I lose my sight completely. I’m not sure.

My body rocks back and forth a few more times before his dick pulses inside me. I’m gasping for breath when I look up and see he’s hovering over me. One bloody hand cupping my face while the other is on the comforter by my head.

“You’re okay,” he tells me, and I don’t understand why he would say that.

My hands slap at his chest, and he sits up, grabbing both wrists and holding them captive to stop me. “Breathe, Lake.” His eyes are on mine. “Deep breaths.”

I’m shaking uncontrollably. My body sweating and still tingling. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. “I—”

“Don’t talk,” he orders. “Just breathe.”

He releases my wrists and pulls his cock from my pussy, making me flinch at how sore it is. Everything hurts. My hips, my throat, my jaw, my back. My fucking teeth are chattering, for Christ’s sake.

Cupping my face, he wipes his fingers across my cheek, and I realize I’m still crying. “Sit up.” He doesn’t even allow me to do it. He grips my shoulders and pulls me to a sitting position.

Getting off the bed, he bends over and slides one arm under my shaking legs, the other around my back, and he lifts me up off the bed, carrying me to the bathroom. We enter the glass shower that takes up the large corner, and he sets me on the cold tiled bench seat before turning on the showerhead.

Adjusting the water, I sit silently staring at the floor. I had an orgasm. I’ve read about it but never experienced it before. I’ve heard that it’s hard to get off your first time, but I didn’t have a problem.

What does that say about me? Why did my body enjoy something so wrong? So painful? It betrayed me. My mind knew what we were doing was wrong, but that didn’t matter. Sex is manipulation, and he just found out how much he can use that.

Warm water hits my chest, and I lean into it, my body freezing.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I lift my head and look up at him. He’s got his hand out to me. “Can you stand?” he asks.

Not really sure. I make it to my shaky legs and pray that I don’t give him the satisfaction of falling to my knees.