This time, he succeeds, crushing his lips over mine. I fight the intrusion, but he’s stronger. His hand squeezes at my throat, choking me, so my mouth opens, and he shoves his tongue in. His instant moan stirs the pool of sourness in my stomach, and I gag. With every ounce of energy I have, I bring my leg up, smashing my knee into his balls. He howls, his mouth leaving mine. The relief of his absence only lasts a beat before his open palm slaps me across the face.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he pants.
“Fuck you. You’re sick.” I wipe at my lip. A droplet of blood where my tooth bit into my lip.
He shakes his head, a cynical laugh following his evil smirk. “Don’t tempt me, little girl. All this playing hard to get makes me want you more. I know this is just a game. You want me to fight for you. Make me show you who’s in charge. Do you want to call me Daddy and beg me to undress you and kiss away all your pain?” He cups his covered cock and strokes himself, his eyes glossing over with arousal. “Or do you want me to punish you for being such a disobedient, little slut?” His hand drops, and he squeezes my breast. “You shouldn’t have let your stepbrother touch you.” He squeezes tighter, and I yelp. “You were mine to touch.”
“Please don’t,” I cry.
“Did you let him fuck you in this house? Under Mommy and Daddy’s roof?” He snickers, but the thought only angers him more. “Has he been inside this little mouth?” He presses the gun to my lips, shoving the barrel into my mouth. His hand starts to shake. Bile rises up my throat, and I gag around the metal. “It’s one thing to have a daddy fetish, but your own stepbrother? That, I can’t stand for. It’s only right I show you—fuck you so that you know how it is to be with a real man.”
A guttural cry breaks from my lips. Tears coat my cheeks. I worry that the vibration of my quivering body is going to cause his finger to slip. “Please. Please don’t.” I plea, but it comes out garbled as I choke on the barrel of his gun. “I’m so sorry. I’ll do what you want, please. . .”
Through my tears, I see the satisfaction in his gaze. He removes the gun from my mouth.
“Please, just let me up. We can talk.”
He stares down at me, contemplating.
“Please. Like in the classroom, you can show me what we can be.”
I’m fighting to keep my composure. Inside, I’m screaming in panic. If he thinks I’m lying, he’s going to hurt me. I need to buy myself time. Mom and William have to come home sooner or later. Hunter will have to come home. Someone will. Someone has to. I bite my lip to stop the dread from rising. If no one does...
“You want to talk?” he questions doubtfully.
I nod too quickly. “Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“How can I show you if you have me like this? You’re scaring me. This isn’t how you were in the classroom.”
My comment makes him draw back, and he withdraws. He’s off me instantly and stands. He gives me his hand to help me up. “You’re right, you’re right. I shouldn’t be so aggressive. But you do this to me. I’ve been waiting, and—I’m an impatient man, you see.”
I take his hand and stand. Dizziness washes over me, and I fight not to pass out. “I just want you. I’ve wanted you ever since I heard about you. It was only a matter of time before I got a taste for myself. Warm, tight, barely ripe.”
He starts to zone out again, getting lost in his own sick fantasy. I knee him in the balls again and try to dash up the stairs, but he lunges forward and captures my leg, and we both go down. My body crashes to the ground, my face smacking against the carpet. Blood bursts from my nose as I scream out in agony. A tearing sensation burns from my abdomen, and I choke on my next breath. My hand shoots up to cradle my ribcage, but he’s crawling up my back, pressing my hand to the floor.
* * *
“You little bitch. I should have known. Once a tease, always a tease.” His heavy body blankets over mine and I bellow out a horrid cry when I feel the hardness of his cock grind against my ass. “I should fuck you like this and leave you for Mommy and Daddy to find. Maybe I’ll leave traces of your stepbrother to really solidify my story.” He grinds into me again, his erection throbbing between my cheeks. “Fuck, Cat…you make me so hard; I’m going to regret losing you.”
What? What does that mean? “Oh, god, please don’t. Please don’t do this,” I beg between sobs.
“I think we’re past negotiating. You ruined that for yourself. You almost got me there for a second. Really made me think we could work this out. But now, you’re simply collateral damage. And I can’t have you ruining my career, the life I’ve worked so hard to build. You understand that, right?”
I scream out, “Help! Someone, help me!”
My hair is tugged back, and Mr. Gibson’s face is mere inches from mine. “Don’t bother. No one will hear you.
“Mom and William will be home any minute. You won’t get away with this.”
He laughs, but it's void of humor. “I followed them to make sure they wouldn’t be. After just finding out their kids are sleeping together, can you believe they simply walk off and go grocery shopping? That’s how easily you can be erased. When no one loves you, it’s easy to make you disappear.”
I wrestle under him, my body bucking in hopes of loosening his hold on me. “You’re a sick piece of shit. You think no one is going to miss me? Just think about how no one is going to miss you when you’re in jail, you sick asshole. You won’t get away with this—ow!” I howl in agony. His fist tugs my head back with such force, a layer of hair tears from my scalp.
“Says the little whore. You don’t think I know who you are? What you did? Mommy’s little slut daughter lets her boyfriend violate her.”
I jerk underneath him. “Fuck you.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Just like you liked being touched by a man who could be your daddy. So naughty, you are. I know all about you. Your assaulter sat next to me at a bar one night. Had one too many and decided to tell me, a perfect stranger, about the little mishap that cost him his girlfriend. He told me all about you. How sweet you were. How hot and tight he knew your cunt was going to be. And how disappointed he was when you got caught. Oh, the things he had planned if your mommy hadn’t walked in.”
A sob tears up my throat as I continue to struggle. “You’re fucking sick! Get off me!”
His laughter churns my stomach, and I fight down the bile.
“I’m the sick one? Please. I’m exactly what you crave—a real man willing to take care of you, pay you the attention you desire. I could have given you all that, but you had to fuck it up. You had to fuck him.”
Using my nails as my only weapon, my hands flail out and make contact, scraping down his face. He howls out, and I thrust backward, causing him to lose balance. I hurry up and take off toward the kitchen, stumbling as I run. I reach for the backdoor, my hands shaking. I can’t turn the knob fast enough. I get the door open just as he approaches and take off toward the garage. Just a few more steps. I’ll lock myself in Mom’s car. She always leaves a set of keys in the visor.