Page 122 of The Devastation You Reap

But it is.

“Leon,” I cry when he lowers his cock to my entrance, pushing inside ever so slightly.

I’m so ready for him, so wet, that it slips in with little effort, my body telling him that I want him even if my head is all over the place as memories erupt within me faster than I can control.

I remember a scream, a shout, and the sound of flesh on flesh as two of the boys went at it on the other side of the wall.

I remember running, my lungs burning knowing that I needed to do something to stop them.

They were all older than me. Stronger than me. Even if I were on the right side of the wall, I couldn’t do anything about it.

So I went to the only person I knew who could stop them from killing each other.

I went to my uncle. My guardian. The man entrusted to keep me safe after the death of both my parents.

I could barely breathe when I got to his office door.

I didn’t knock like I’d been instructed to, I knew there wasn’t enough time so I swung the door open and—

“Fuuuck,” I cry as he thrusts inside me, filling me in one move.

The tears that were filling my eyes break free at the pain radiating through my body from his intrusion.

To my surprise, he holds still for a few seconds, letting me believe my Leon is still in there somewhere, protecting me, looking after me but right when I think he’s going to emerge in this monster’s place, he pulls almost all the way back out of me and slams back in.

My back slides across the desk with the force, his fingertips digging into my hips deep enough to leave marks, to ensure that tomorrow, there will be evidence of what he did.

“Leon,” I cry when he repeats the action over and over.

I have no idea when it happened but between one thrust and another, the pain melted away in favor of something else.

Pleasure.

Oh God.

This shouldn’t feel this good. He shouldn’t feel this good.

I reach out, my nails digging into his forearms as he holds me, my heels pressing against his ass as he thrusts into me, dragging him deeper.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, his anger slipping away for a few seconds as he loses himself in me.

I stare up at him, begging to see those sparkling green eyes look down at me like I actually mean something to him.

But when he finally does open them, that’s not what I see.

“Do you remember yet?” He grits out, his jaw popping and the muscles in his neck tightening as his release edges closer.

“Leon, I—”

I try to push up on my elbow to get to him, but he sees my intention and pins me back to the desk with his hand around my throat.

“You knew,” he spits. “You knew what he was doing. To me. To others. And you did nothing. You looked into my eyes. And. You. Did. Nothing. Fuuuuck,” he cries as his cock twitches violently inside me.

Unexpectedly, he reaches out and pinches my clit, that along with his pulsating cock is enough to send me crashing into my own release.

The room falls silent for long seconds as we both try to catch our breath.

“You were right, Red,” he says, straightening up and slipping out of me. “I never wanted you. I just wanted to ruin you. And him.”