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R ingo. He’s my happy place. Everything about him makes me smile.

His smell. Those whiskey eyes that spark just a little brighter when they land on me. His lips, teasing and hungry, the way they nip over every inch of my skin. That tongue of his is wicked, and devouring, and can easily have me trembling from head to toe.

I love his hands, and the small calluses on his palms. His fingers, long, thick, and devastatingly skilled.

They’re not usually this rough, but I guess he’s feeling frantic. Feisty perhaps. Because he’s kinda hurting me right now.

“Cam.” I moan, trying to pry my eyes open as my body gets jostled.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth .

“Fuck yeah, you little cunt. Moan for me.”

All the air leaves my lungs in a brutal rush.

My eyes spring open at the voice… A voice that is not Ringo’s.

I stiffen like a board, a whimper escaping me, my horror turning my body taut. There’s too much dry friction, painful and jarring, where Officer Allen drives into me.

“No. No. No,” I whimper. “Stop. Please. Stop.”

A cruel laugh slips from his lips, his heavy-lidded gaze fixed on my chest as he thrusts again and again, ignoring the way my body tries to force him out.

Oh shit… I’m naked. Completely… shamefully naked. My eyes track to the way my breasts jiggle with each violent thrust, but I hardly care about that.

Hell, as sick as it makes me, I don’t even care that he’s raping me. All I care about is how close he is to my unborn baby.

I try to move, but his grip is tight on my wrists, pinning them to the table above my head. My mind instantly goes back… back to the times his nephew and friends did this to me. Over and over.

No.

Not again.

I can’t live through this again.

Not with my sweet baby inside me.

“STOP!” I scream. “Get out of me!”

“Like hell,” he sneers, his face far too close, his breath foul, reeking of tobacco and rot. “I wanted to know what all the fuss was about.” He leans back just enough to drop his spit on the place he disappears inside me. “Now I fucking know.”

Rage bubbles inside me, thick and searing, and I start thrashing as best I can. Trying to shift my body away from his… but there’s no escaping.

“Get off me!” I scream, hoping someone, anyone, can hear.

But no one comes. No one stops this.

Twisting my head to the side, I lash out with my teeth, the only weapon I have right now, and I bite down on his forearm.

He yells, the sound raw and furious, but I don’t stop.

My teeth sink deeper as I scream, my voice loud and feral, and my mouth fills with the tang of blood. A chunk of flesh tears free, landing on my tongue, and I release his arm, gagging.

“You fucking bitch! You fucking bit me!”

His roar is deafening, right before his palm cracks across my cheek so hard, stars explode behind my eyes.

“Once this baby is out, I’m going to gut you like a fish!” he snarls, spittle spraying my face like venom.

Fuck him! If he thinks I’m going to make this easy, he’s about to get a surprise.

I scream again, thrashing with everything I’ve got, wild and jostling.

His rhythm falters as he tries to piston into me, but I keep throwing him off, breaking tempo, nearly forcing him out a few times.

I keep screaming. I don’t stop, his grip on my wrists now gone as he cradles his wound to his chest while he tries to complete his task.

I claw at his face, punching, grabbing, making sure nothing about this is enjoyable for him.

But then, a familiar voice cuts in, and I freeze, my eyes landing on Donny Allen .

“Get off her, Uncle Ian,” he snickers, stepping into the unfamiliar room. “You’ve had long enough with her. Now it’s my turn.”

No… not again.