VIOLA
He fucks me rough and hard like he has everything to live for and die for. He tells me everything he wants to do to me, how much he hates me, and what he’s going to put me through. He uses me because…it’s what he needs.
I saw it in his eyes. He needs control back.He craves it.He needs to let go. He needs to hurt me.
And I can give that to him.
It’s easier now that I can’t move or leave. But I don’t care. I need this too.
“Do you know what I want to do you most?” he asks, dark and desperate, in my ear, as the fire of pleasure, from dragging his cock into me, has me panting and gasping against the wooden post. When his hand slides around my throat, taking my breath away, I know what he will say.
“I dream about killing you,” he grits out, squeezing his fingers until I see stars. I feel the burn of release chasing through my pussy as it clenches around his cock.
But I need more.
“Hurt me. Do it,” I seethe at him, grinding back, searching for the sweet pulse building with every stroke.
“Fucking gladly,” he hisses.
He pulls all the way out and then slams into me. Again and again. The wooden post, wet with my juices, slides over my clit, until I can’t help but shake and twist against the restraints, against his hand wrapped around my throat like a loving vice.
I’m using him just as much as he’s using me.Even if he doesn’t like it. Even if he wanted to hurt me. But Dino, my sweet, I can’t be broken. His brother tried and failed. He tried and failed….it just makes me want him more.
He finishes with a vicious thrust, emptying deep inside me. And I come hard, too, shaking against him as my orgasm shatters through to my core.
After, when he’s breathing hard, leaning on me, his total weight pinning me to the bedpost, I say, “Get that out of your system, did you?”
He stiffens and then moves off me, leaving me tied to retrieve my knife and what’s left of my dress. Cool air from the open window plucks at my sensitive nipples, as he cuts the silk holding me to the post.
“Get the fuck out,” he says coldly, handing me my things.
I can feel his cum dripping down my leg, but I pay it no attention and tug my dress on, fastening what little of the buttons are left. I take my knife and shove it inside my boot.
“I dream about killing you too,” I say softly. “Your blood is on my hands every fucking night.”
And then I leave. Not once looking back.
“Viola,you’re going to want to see this,” Quinn says, walking into the cafeteria where I’m drinking my coffee alone. It’s been a few days since I saw Dino, and ever since, I’ve wanted to be alone. I know I’m moping, but I can’t help it.
He’s alive. That’s what matters,Lorcan said to me on the way home. And he’s right. But there’s a missing piece inside of me that I can’t quite let go of.
Jude was less impressed.He gave me a dark look that said, You’re missing that? It was after he discovered that Dino shot his uncle in the head for touching me.
That quite turned me on, but apparently, that means he’s falling apart, just like the time when he tried to kill himself. My father wants me to marry Dino. Dino hates me. I want to kill my father. Dante wants…who the fuck knows. There must be an easy solution, but everything is a mess in my head.
For once, I don’t know what to do.
“Earth to Viola, are you with me?” Quinn says, taking a seat at the table I’ve taken to sitting at every morning. It’s the one the teachers used to sit at during lunch as it has the best view of the lake.
“Did you get the list?” I ask, seeing her laptop in her arms. She nods and turns it on the table to face me. On the screen is a spreadsheet of names and addresses.
“These are all the families that have adopted children illegally through the agency. And these,”—she clicks on another window—“are the girls, first names only, who bore the children for the agency after being brainwashed into Joseph’s prostitution ring. We think these in bold are those who just happened to get pregnant by someone Joseph wanted to blackmail.”
She scrolls a very long list of names. Some are bolded. Each name has a sum of money next to it and several codes.
“What do the codes mean?”
“Each code contains a date of birth and three letters. Possibly, the letters are the gender and the father’s initials, but I’m still cross-checking that assumption.”