The Widow Maker (Dark Vows Duet 2)

“Good,” Xander mutters. “Make sure the bitch is in pain.”

Waves of fear and anticipation course through my body. A part of me is convinced Heath will burst through the doors any second, but that doesn’t happen. I’m at these men’s mercy.

“No wasting my time,” Xander hisses next. “Hurt her.”

As much as I hate being talked about in third person, it helps me to dissociate from what’s happening to me. As Rex pushes his thick, meaty cock against my tiny entrance, I swallow my cries and shut my eyes closed. Whatever they do to me, I can get through it. I will grit my teeth and take it, and when the opportunity arises, I will get back at every single one of these men for the crimes they committed against me.

Rex’s cock is fucking huge, stretching me out so much I let out a strangled cry as he forces himself deeper inside me. My ass fucking hurts. I’m not used to being stretched like this. Heath would never hurt me like this, but these men know no mercy, and even if they did, they wouldn’t give me any. In their sick, twisted minds, I’m the enemy, and I’m not getting away until they unleash their hatred on me.

Somehow, I still refuse to believe this is really happening. I want to cry, but I’m too frozen, too scared of admitting to myself what they’re doing to me. I stare stoically ahead, forcing myself to count the seconds that pass as Rex violates me. I don’t think about how badly I want to hurt them, how much I want to get them back for what they’re doing to me.

Rex spills his hot load inside my ass, but I block it out. Just as I do, the next man that steps behind me and fills my ass that’s still warm from the cum the previous bastard fucked into me. I’m somewhere far away, just like I was with Xavier. It’s safer if I force myself to go to that place inside my head where nothing and no one can hurt me.

But Xander seems determined not to let that happen. Lazily, he picks himself up and saunters over to where I’m kneeling on the ground.

“Open your eyes,” he hisses at me. “Now.”

I ignore him, shutting them even tighter, but this seems to piss him off and he slaps my face so hard I see stars. My eyes fly open and I come face-to-face with his cruel smirk.

“You will not ignore what’s happening to you,” he laughs. “Not on my watch. You don’t get to go to your happy place. You get to look at me and take this.”

My eyes connect with his. I try to channel every ounce of hatred I’m currently feeling into my stare that locks with his and demands justice for what he’s forcing me through. But none of this seems to impact Xander in the slightest. The bastard is loving this. It makes me wonder whether this is really my punishment, or just a sick, twisted way for the prick to get off. But he hasn’t tried to fuck me himself, at least not yet. Small fucking mercies.

“You like having a stranger’s cock in your ass, Rain?” he asks me with a cruel smirk. “I bet you fucking love it.”

I want to snarl at him. I want to fucking scream. The pain in my ass is overwhelming. The second man comes with a grunt and is quickly replaced by a third. All while Xander forces me to keep my eyes trained on his. The bastard is determined to put me through this, knowing exactly what’s happening to me. The option of going to my safe place has been ripped away from me. I’m once again nothing more than a plaything.

“See Rain,” Xander goes on thoughtfully. “This happens to lying little bitches who betray my trust. Do you wish you had told me the truth from the start?”

I’m desperate to insult him, but in my position all I get out is a muffled cry. This makes Xander laugh. I hate him more with every passing second.

“This is so much fun,” he goes on. “I’m enjoying putting you through this torture. I bet you’re secretly enjoying it too.”

Men change behind me while Xander keeps his eyes trained on mine. I try to convey just how much I hate him in my gaze, but none of it makes me feel better. After the fourth man, I collapse on the floor, but the torture doesn’t stop. Another one follows, then two more forcing my ass open so wide I see stars from the horrible pain of it all.

Once those two are done, they leave me broken and quietly crying on the floor. Xander smirks at me and pets my hair as if I’m a beloved cat he’s rescued from the streets.