Page 139 of Reckoning

He gets up, disappears then comes back in with something I can’t make out. But my mind can already guess where this is headed.

“I can’t,” I sob, “I can’t.”

“You will.”

“Koen, please…”

He tightens his jaw, reaching down to undo the ties around my wrists. Only, I’m still bound by my ankles so it doesn’t help all that much.

“I didn’t mean,” I begin. “I was just…”

“Just what?”

I sniff, wiping my face, wiping the tears. “I thought you might like it.”

His eyebrows raise. “You thought I might like you showing yourself off to all my men?”

Oh shit. Is that what the issue is?

“But that wasn’t my intention.” I reply. “I wanted to surprise you.”

He grins, flashing that golden tooth. “Oh, you did,” He states, leaning down, cupping my breasts in my new bra, pulling them out so that they both sit on top of the lace and are entirely exposed.

“Any other day you would have been fine.” He adds.

“But not today?”

He shakes his head. “Not today.”

So what, it’s my bad luck that someone tried to kill him the same day I decided to play a game of seducing him?

“It’s just a case of bad timing.” He chuckles.

“But that’s, that’s unfair.” I stammer.

He runs his hand over my arse, soothing the tender flesh that he’s beaten so many times I know it will bruise. “Life is unfair, princess, you have to take what it gives you.”

I tense as I feel his fingers opening me up wider and then something pressing against me. Something hard. Something unforgiving.

“If you relax this will feel better.”

“I can’t.” I gasp. I’m too wound up, too tired, too mentally drained.

“More’s the pity.”

I barely hear the words before whatever it is is shoved into me.

And I scream. I bury my face into the mattress and I scream over and over.

He fucks me like he really is punishing me. He must get arm ache from the speed. There’s nothing sexy about this, nothing romantic. He’s brutalising my body once more.

But I can feel myself growing wet. I can feel my body demanding more.

“Tell me you like this.” He growls. “Tell me you like being used like this.”

“I do,” I cry, feeling every bit the traitor that I am. Every bit the whore that I am too.

He groans, taking in deep breaths like he’s trying to get himself under control and then he’s sliding that thing back out.