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DELILAH

K ane pushes inside me in one brutal thrust and bites into my cheek.

“Hit me.” My back arches, chasing him while attempting to escape his teeth.

But he doesn’t let me go as he begs, “Hit me again.” My cheek is still trapped between his teeth, turning his pleading into a mumble. “Hit me and tell me that you loved me.”

“I never loved you.”

My lie is met with a grunt as he pulls out then slams back into me so hard that his hips smash into the back of my thighs.

“Delilah,” he whimpers. “Don’t take that away from me.”

“I didn’t, you di?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he bites out into my skin as he lifts up to look down at me.

He wraps his hand around my neck, pushing me into the sheets while I laugh.

“Do it,” I dare. “Kill me while you’re inside me. Feel me turn cold on you and know that it’s your fault. Because you’re fucking pathetic.”

His face falls as he softens his hold on my neck to stroke up and cup my cheek.

Resting his forehead on mine, he softly begs, “Please, pretty girl? I know you can’t love who I am now.

” He holds my face with both hands. “But tell me it was true. Let me have that. It’s all I have. You are all I have.”

“That’s what you deserve,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “You took it away from me first, so I’m repaying the favor.”

My fingers slip down his spine, coated in his blood, and I dig my nails into his ass to control his movements.

“I love you,” he whispers, tears shining at the corner of his eyes in the silvery light as he slowly thrusts into me.

“Shut the fuck up.” I push against his hip and kick his thigh to get him away from me. “You sound like Asher and the days of being forced to be under him are over.”

It was always the same with Asher’s manipulation.

He’d make me feel bad for him hitting me as though I had control of him.

Then he’d softly rape me instead of forcefully while telling me how much he loved me.

How he’d give me whatever I want as long as I stay with him because he had no one.

And I was a stupid teenager then. I might still be an idiot, but I’m older, so the wisdom of experience makes me more violent as I continue kicking Kane in the thigh to get the fuck away from him.

He moves back enough for me to slip out from under his body.

But as I sit up on my knees to crawl off the bed, he pushes his entire body weight into my back, flattening me against the bed.

My air is further restricted when he brutally holds my throat to pull my head back while kneeing the inside of my thigh.

“Is this what you need?” he grits as I dig my nails into his forearm. “Now do you know who the fuck I am, when you can’t see his fucking face?”

I kick back but it only pushes my ass into him.

My foot doesn’t connect with his body as he forces my legs apart, then pushes inside me in one thrust. So I use my head.

A twinge travels up my nape as I try to hit him in the mouth, only meeting air when he tilts to the side and fits his lips by my ear.

“Tell me now, who the fuck did you love?” he demands, pulling out to push back inside me.

“Not…you,” I force out through his rough hold. Then push the bile away as I lie, “Asher.” I can’t breathe with how tightly he holds my neck, but I look through the corner of my eyes as I smile. “I love Asher.”

The weak croak makes him rage. He pulls his arm so quickly that it blurs along with the rest of my vision before there’s a loud crack and pain erupts from the outside of my thigh.

“Say it again, and I’ll make you fucking bleed,” he says darkly.

“Asher,” I weakly moan, pushing my ass back. “Fuck, yes, Asher. I love Asher.”

“Stop,” he grits, almost pained as he massages up my neck to grip my jaw. “Say my name, pretty girl.”

Without Kane choking me, it’s harder to restrain my moans.

Especially when he uses his hold on my jaw to pull me into him as he slips off the bed to stand behind me.

My eyes roll back when he plants his foot on the bed, getting deeper and changing the angle.

And when I look up, he pulls my head back so I’m staring at him.

“Say my name.” He softly kisses my hairline. “Please, Delilah.”

“Beg,” I croak.

“I fucking am. Please just say my name.”

“No. Beg for my forgiveness and know that I will never give it to you.”

I fall forward as he abruptly lets go of my face.

My legs slip when he pulls out and I just stare at him.

The way his chest heaves, how his sweats are around his thighs with blood staining his skin, and the wildness in his eyes.

Yet my words aren’t enough to sink into his thick skull because he flips me onto my back then falls over me, trapping me underneath him.

“I can’t,” he whispers against my lips as he pushes into me again, slower this time. “I don’t want your forgiveness. I want your hate. Give me it and say my fucking name.”

“Fuck you.” I stretch out, gripping the sheets to help me claw my way under the pillow to grab the scalpel I hid. The moonlight catches the sharp edge as I swing it through the air and push it under Kane’s jaw. “I feel nothing for you, reflection. ”

A small smile graces his face as he looks down at my hand. It gets wider when he looks back at me, breathing out, “That’s my pretty girl. Hate me while I love you.”

“I’ll do it,” I lie, my hand trembling at the thought of killing him.

But he softly kisses the inside of my wrist, pushing his neck deeper into the blade. “I know you will, my beautiful wife.”

We both jump as something slams against the door. I can’t pull my hand back quickly enough. Kane continues grinding against me, pushing his dick deeper as he hisses as the scalpel cuts through his skin. He doesn’t stop until there’s another thud, followed by the door slowly creaking open.

“You’ve been given the rules, boy,” my father says.

Kane flattens over me with his hand pressed on the headboard as he turns his head, looking at the light seeping through the open door where my fucking father is standing.

I peek around his shoulder only to find that the bastard isn’t alone.

My mother is at his side in her usual silk nightdress. They’re holding hands.

I’ve never seen my parents hold hands.

It’s a stupid thing to focus on when I currently have Kane’s dick inside me, but for some reason I do. They’re not normal people who care or show affection. My mother once slapped me when asking her for a hug, but they both stand there watching us.

Kane doesn’t disguise his hate as he orders, “Get the fuck out.”

My perverted parents don’t move.

He manages to turn us without removing his dick from me before he reaches out for the edge of the sheet to cover my bare legs.

Then tucks himself away while pulling the sheet up, allowing me a glimpse of the crimson smudges above his dick.

I’m not on my period and I didn’t feel any pain, so I don’t know what it could be from.

The light streaming from the open door in the otherwise dark room shows how much damage I caused as he lifts off the bed.

The healing lashes over his shoulders have been torn open by my nails.

His blood is stuck in my nail beds, but I’m proud of myself and him as he storms towards my parents without any pain in his steps.

I lay there, gripping the sheet at my chin, just watching him as he cocks his arm back and punches my father in the face.

The mighty, controlled, untouchable Harkin Leroux stumbles back as Kane spits, “You’ve been given the rules too.

Do not fucking look at my wife, do not speak to her, do not think about her.

Or I will take your wife and slit her fucking throat. ”

Helene’s cane taps against the floor, but her voice is worse as she barks, “Harkin.”

I’ve never seen my father afraid before.

He wasn’t when he hit me, when I argued with him, or in the videos of me drugged and laying on a bed.

The memories from the hospital are too fuzzy to know if he did what he did out of fear.

I’d like to think he did, but right now he pales.

Then stumbles over his words as Helene stops in front of him.

“We were just?—”

She lifts her stick and slaps the sharp edge of the horns against his lip, splitting it instantly. “You may wait for your punishment for disobeying me.” She looks at my mother. “Both of you.”

Is she on our side now? Or is she territorial over being the only villain in our lives?

My allegiance is shallow and at this moment I like her as she swings her stick, hooking the horns against my father’s nape to pull him down to her eye level. “It is not your place to correct the actions of my lineage. It will serve you well to remember that in the future.”

She pulls him further forward, keeping her back to us as he stumbles, then releases him so that we can all watch them walk away, heads bowed, hands together.

“Make yourself presentable to witness their punishments,” she says, then follows them through the hallway, her stick tapping against the floor until the muted clinks against the staircase wane.

Kane turns with a bewildered expression on his face as he shakes his head.

I laugh. I can’t help it because this can’t be fucking real.

I also have my father’s pathetic features stuck in my mind.

The fear, how his face fell, the shock of Helene’s stick splitting his lip, it’s all there on a loop as I pull the sheets over my head while I continue laughing and try to hide from the world.

“What are these for?” Kane asks. I peer over the edge of the sheet, watching Anna silently hand him two garment bags.