The Sinister Silhouette

“Say my name,” he groans against my ear, pushing another finger inside me. “I wanna hear you say my name.”

My thigh muscles tighten, and I bite my lip to keep back my shout. I’m so close. I just need a little bit more….

“Luca.” The name comes out a sigh.

“No,” he snarls, then shoves his fingers into me harder, his thrust so forceful, his knuckles hit my pubic bone, causing me to wince. “Say my name.”

I frown and my hand on his shaft stops moving. I don’t understand what he’s saying. I just said his name.

“Luca, what are—”

When I try to turn over and face him, he stops me by putting his arm around my chest. His other hand is still at my pussy.

“Theo,” he barks, his arm squeezing me tighter. “That’s my fucking name…”

MY EYES SNAP OPEN, and I know immediately my dream is much more than a dream, it’s my reality. I’m naked from the waist down, and I have no idea how it happened. I feel Theo’s hand between my legs, his fingers sliding through my damp folds as he brutally forces them inside me. I open my mouth to scream, then remember Aria is right down the hall, and this is the very last thing she needs to witness.

“Please don’t,” I beg him quietly and try to push his hand away.

I lift my leg from over his so I can slide away, but he just wraps his around mine. This closes my legs, but that doesn’t stop him. I’m so slick from my dream that it leaves my thighs wet and gives him enough moisture to still pump his fingers inside.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that, Jules,” he growls in my ear. “I wanna hear you say my name. Not his. You’re mine, not fucking his.”

I say his name, but not in the sense he wants me to.

“Theo, don’t do this. Aria is right down the hall.”

Tears slip down my cheek, dampening the pillowcase I’m lying on.

“I’ve waited long enough, Jules. It’s my turn now, so I suggest you shut the fuck up so you don’t wake my daughter.”

When his fingers leave my pussy, I quickly try to move my lower half away from him. My hands claw at the arm across my chest, breaking the skin, but it doesn’t relent in its tight hold.

I’m pushed to my stomach and before I’m able to move, he’s lying on top of me. The wind gets knocked out of me for a moment, but it rushes back in when I feel him pushing his dick between my thighs.

“No, no, no,” I whisper yell. I push my hands against the mattress to buck him off me, but his dead weight is too heavy for me to lift. Theo’s legs are tense on either side of my closed ones, so there’s not much I can do with them.

“Stop fucking fighting, Jules,” he snaps. “You know you want it. You were begging for it a minute ago.”

I don’t tell him it was because I thought he was Luca, although he apparently already knows from his comment about me calling his name instead of his brother’s. I don’t want to imagine what he would do if I reminded him.

“I don’t want it, Theo.” I choke out a sob and try to push my hips into the mattress to get away from him. His dick slides between my thighs and he thrusts several times. I gag when he bumps against my entrance, then thank God when it doesn’t go in.

He grunts and groans as he fucks himself between my clenched thighs. I taste blood in my mouth from biting my lips so hard to keep back the scream trying to break free. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip the sheets, praying he doesn’t push himself in me. This is bad enough, but I’ll take it over him entering me.

His fingers dig into my waist, and I know there will be a bruise there tomorrow. Sweat drips onto my back, then his head drops to my neck as his groans become deeper, his thrusts more erratic. I can barely breathe from his heavy weight being on me. When his hand slips under my head and over my mouth, I know it’s about to get worse. I try to bite his hand, but it’s pressed too tightly to my mouth. I whimper and jerk my hips and try my best to dig my hands into the mattress to drag myself away from him when I feel his hand at my butt to line himself to my entrance.

“Daddy?” a little voice calls.

I’m grateful when he freezes on top of me, but then vomit rises in my throat at the thought of Aria seeing her daddy rape me. It’s dark out with no moon tonight, but I don’t know if it’s dark enough.

“Daddy. Is that you?”

Theo grunts and slides off me. I roll to my side and curl my legs to my chest. I take slow measured breaths, even though I desperately want to inhale huge gulps of air. I don’t want to alert Aria that something is wrong.

“It’s Daddy. Go on back to bed, Aria.”

“But you didn’t come tell me good night.” Her voice is small and sad. It also makes me want to punch the ever lovin’ hell out of Theo.