Damaged Queen (Darkness Within Duet 2)

This time he couldn’t take it, and within a few thrusts, he came, plunging deep inside her, and spilling her womb with his cum. Every single jet of it. Not once did he think about pulling away. All he wanted to do was fill her up, to make her drip with him.

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The following morning Harper sat out in the garden. She wore a long shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Her pussy was sore from last night’s sexathon with Draven, but now it made her more confused. The cold of the morning was a welcome reprieve from the ache.

She needed to think, especially now.

Whenever she thought of Buck and Jett, she felt so broken inside, so lost.

Not a second went by when she didn’t wish she hadn’t gone to the bathroom. If she’d not gone and stayed by their side, or allowed Draven to go with her, Alan wouldn’t have been given an opportunity to talk to her. It was that single opportunity that tore her apart. Ten years had been wasted, and now, Draven and Axel hated her. She’d never get to see her four men together.

Running a finger beneath her eyes, she sniffled and hated herself again for being so weak. This wasn’t good for her, not even a little bit. It killed her inside.

What also didn’t help was her feelings for Draven.

In the past ten years she hadn’t forgotten about him, even with Ethan, and that made her feel like the world’s biggest bitch. She had a boyfriend, even a fiancé toward the end, and still, she thought about Draven, about what he’d feel at knowing who she was living with.

Her tears fell down her cheeks so fast she couldn’t wipe them away, and it irritated her.

This morning she’d woken up with no Draven in her bed. At first, she thought she’d dreamed the entire night. It wasn’t until she moved that she knew she hadn’t been going crazy. She and Draven did have sex, and it was the best of her life, even better than when she was a teenager.

How her life had gotten so fucked, she didn’t know.

She took a sip of her cold coffee and stared out across the gardens. In the distance, she saw a couple of dogs in cages, and seeing that broke her heart. One of the days she’d been given a picture of a girl she had to approach, to lure her out to the car, she’d overheard the men talking. She shouldn’t have been listening, but she heard how they kept the women and girls locked up in cells, making them relieve themselves in their tiny cage, treating them like nothing more than dirt. Even knowing what those girls were going to face, and the degradation, she’d done it for Draven, for Axel, Buck, and Jett. To keep them all safe and to keep herself out of prison, with all the incriminating evidence Alan had obtained through blackmailing her. She’d cried herself to sleep at night, hating the very person she became because to keep four of her best friends alive, she had to put so many through hell. She wasn’t stupid; she knew they were to be sold. For their bodies, for their pussies, and what men wanted. They were not people anymore, just a commodity, and she had been the one to help ruin their lives.

Was this the life Draven knew about? The one Alan told him? What other lies had he manipulated about her? She could only imagine what Alan would say. She doubted Draven knew the truth. She was starting to get a sense of her surroundings, of Draven’s new life. A life that his father wanted for his son.

“What are you doing out here all alone?”

Harper turned to see Axel heading her way.

“Just thinking. No one stopped me on the way out.”

Axel smirked. “Draven’s already given the order that you can walk around the grounds. You’re not allowed to leave.”

“And if I do?”

“Pain of death.”

“Pain of death?”

“Yes, the guard on duty that doesn’t stop you, will die. Simple as that.”

“So you guys take lives now without a single care as to who you’re ruining in the process? What you’re doing?”

“Harper, babe, we’ve always taken lives. You’ve just not seen us do it.”

She shook her head. “You’re not killers.”

Axel burst out laughing. “Who are you trying to kid? Yourself? I hate to break this to you, sweetheart, we’re killers.” He shrugged. “You’ve got to in this crazy old world, right.”

“It’s wrong.”

“So, the cops are easily bought. In this so-called right world, do you think that is right?”

She gritted her teeth and didn’t say a word.

“See, this world is full of hypocrites and bullshit.”

“And monsters?”

Axel smiled. “Exactly that. You’ve just got to see where you fit in the food chain.”

“Where did Buck and Jett fit?”

The smile he had disappeared. She wasn’t going to apologize. If he wanted to scream about how the world was divided then she wasn’t going to pretend that their very friends had succumbed to those monsters.