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Chapter 11

Silas

S ilas found what he was searching for deep inside of her. He clamped down on her IUD string and tugged.

Ashmine didn’t react even as it dislodged from her, and he growled in annoyance as he pulled the tool, IUD, and a bit of blood out of her cunt, throwing it all to the floor.

“Fine. You want to pretend to be tough? To be some bad girl? I guess that means you can handle whatever I do to you, doesn’t it?” Silas kept the gloves and mask on, instead doing away with his pants and boxers in one fell swoop.

Next he roughly removed the speculum, tossing it away.

He jumped up onto the table, hovering over Ashmine.

The green mask glowed against her, nauseatingly.

“Why aren’t you scared?” he screamed the words in her face, but still…

She didn’t react. She didn’t even flinch .

Instead, her full lips curled upwards into a smile.

Even now, skinnier than she should be, tied down to a table, covered in bruises.

Ashmine was beautiful. Soul-suckingly so.

And he couldn’t deny it.

Maybe he wasn’t angry.

Maybe, just maybe, she had bruised his ego, hurt his feelings, but she also had broken apart his family.

And it was for that reason that he felt no remorse, no want to be gentle.

He balanced on one hand, his other coming up to cup her cheek. “You said you chose me. You promised me a family. You won’t live long enough to fulfill that promise, but I want to live out the fantasy. Without the birth control, I want to fuck you so hard and deep that my cum has nowhere to go but your womb. And when it’s Hawk’s turn? There won’t be any space for him inside of you. His cum will spill out of you onto the floor. I wonder if he’ll make you lick it up. If he doesn’t, I will . Because after all, you are our dirty filthy whore aren’t you, little girl ?” He shifted, aligning his cock with her cunt, before thrusting as hard as he could into her.

He hoped she bled. He wanted her to scream.

But she was dripping . His cock slid in with little resistance, but then it was a warm vice grip suctioning him to her.

A memory attempted to break into this moment, but he wouldn’t allow it. Wouldn’t let his intentions falter.

This wasn’t an angel. This wasn’t his future.

This was a past he needed to soak in acid, until nothing of it remained.

With his intent solidified, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy her.

He beat fervidly into her pliable body as desire heated an inferno in his gut. The slow burn intensified as she released a wanton moan.

His eyes flashed open, meeting hers.

Undeniable hedonistic passion flickered in their depths.

He loved it.

He hated it.

He wanted to bleed the life out of her.

He wanted to fuck her for the rest of his days.

The hand that had been on her cheek shifted to her neck, gripping it and using his hold there to rock into her. His desire percolated into every breath.

Static. Electric.

Licentious.

“ Silas,” Ashmine choked out.

Her throat moved against his hand, reminding him that he was in control of this moment.

But still, she didn’t even sound scared .

She was enjoying this, and that threw him one step closer to insanity.

She was just his to use. Abuse. Fuck mercilessly.

He didn’t want her to come. He didn’t need her to enjoy this.

Silas lost all rhythm and rationale as he desperately pounded into her. He needed to reach his peak. He needed to fill her with his cum. He needed to exact his revenge.

Except…

His balls constricted as he fell face first off the ledge. His cum spurted into her. Simultaneously, Ashmine tightened around him, her body tensing and then quaking.

He knew what that was.

She had come. She had liked this. She had enjoyed it.

It drove him mad.

“You make no fucking sense! You shouldn’t enjoy me using you like this! I knew you were a cheater, I thought you might be a whore. But how many men have dumped their cum into you like this and you enjoyed it?”

She swallowed against his hand, and he loosened his grip just a bit, not even deigning to remove himself from her. He wanted to soak his cock inside of her. Let Hawk feel it as he fucked her.

“Just you three. You are the only ones,” Ashmine let out raggedly.

He didn’t believe her. “Oh, really and the man passed out on the chair?” Silas jerked his head in the direction of the idiot in question.

Kristoff.

What a stupid fucking name.

“We haven’t done anything. He’s going to be my next victim,” Ashmine stated in a level tone.

But they didn’t make any fucking sense.

Silas bent down, but this time when he did so, the necklace that had been tucked carefully away fell forward.

Ashmine’s attention went to it, she laughed caustically. “Silas, you aren’t here to kill me. You’re here to make me yours.”

The puzzle piece dangled between them before he shifted to stuff it back into the shirt he still wore.

“You’re wrong.” He threw himself off of her, none too carefully. He tugged his clothes back on without a backwards glance and stomped out of the cabin.

Her words swirled uneasily in his chest before dropping heavily into his gut.

He didn’t want to admit it, but Silas felt more alive than he had in years.

But would that be enough to have a change of heart?