The same sort of pride that filled me when I found out Ellie was pregnant with Blaire bursts inside my chest. I can’t even fucking enjoy it because Hadley is tangled up so badly with the enemy.
But she’s not the enemy.
Right?
Same last name. Same eyes. Same blood.
The enemy carries my child in her womb.
I should hate her because of who she is, and my fucked up self wants to fucking hold her and keep her.
“Please what, Hadley? Please stop?” I taunt as I push my dick between her slick pussy lips. Her cunt sucks me into her hot, inviting body.
“No,” she moans. “Please don’t leave me with them.”
I grip a fistful of her hair and yank her back upright so I can access her ear. My dick is buried deep inside her from this angle, fully impaling my sweet, pregnant enemy.
“I’m going to kill them.” I buck my hips, loving the scream that echoes in the bathroom from her lips. “But first, I’m going to make your daddy watch me rape his pretty little girl. It’s only fair after what he paid Putnam to do to mine.”
She starts to sob, fat tears leaking down her red cheeks. I possessively grab her pussy and slide my finger between the lips to find her clit. Her whimpers turn into moans as I coax her body to the edge of bliss. I suck on her ear as I roll the bud of nerves between my finger and thumb. She writhes and gasps at my touch.
“Fuck, baby,” I croon. “Your pussy is so fucking juicy right now. You like it when I hurt you. That makes you so fucked in the head, baby girl.”
Her tits jiggle each time I thrust up into her. I love how she’s forced to hold on to my head to keep from falling as her knees keep giving out. I stop tweaking her clit to smack it with my hand. Her body clenches around my dick, making me groan.
“See,” I tease, nipping at her earlobe. “Watch your face when I do it.”
I smack her pussy harder this time. Her lips part, her cheeks redden, her lashes flutter. She fucking loves this. This girl makes me insane in the fucking brain, but I can’t find two shits to care. I like going a little crazy for her. She chases away the pain and heartache, replacing it with something hot and filling and heavy. I want to fucking drown in it.
“I want to bite you there,” I growl, “but hitting your juicy cunt is nearly as satisfying.”
I use my fingers to spread apart her lips, exposing her clit, and slap it hard. This causes her to detonate like I pushed a fucking nuke button. Her body shudders hard and she nearly flies off my dick as she screams. I pull her to me, fucking her cunt brutally as it clenches with each pulse of her orgasm. When she’s coming down from her high, I push her back down onto the counter, her palms pressed flat against the surface. Her hair is wild and her eyes are manic. I yank out of her roughly and replace my cock with my fingers. She groans as I fuck her juices onto my fingers.
“When we see your daddy, I’m going to take your ass, baby girl. I’m going to make him watch as I fuck your hole.” I slip my fingers out and then push one brutally into her ass.
She screams, but the masochistic bitch pushes against me, silently begging for the brutality. I’m just as sick as she is, because I give in, fucking her tight hole hard with my finger. I yank it out and then grab my throbbing cock. We both hiss when I begin pushing the fat head of my dick into her puckered hole. It opens for me, stretching to accommodate my massive girth.
“Your hole is a nasty slut for my dick,” I tell her, satisfaction in my tone. “You’re not supposed to like an ass raping.” My words are slightly amused. “You’re supposed to cry and beg me to stop.” I smack her ass hard.
She sobs. “Don’t stop.”
Bad girl.
Good girl.
Confusing fucking girl.
I slide almost all the way out before slamming into her with all the force I can muster. She cries out, her head nearly smashing into the glass. I grab her hair, yanking back, just in time. Fisting it tight, I meet her stare with mine as I brutally take her ass with no softness or apology.
But fuck how she wants it.
She trembles and moans.
Licks her pink, fuckable lips.
Pushes against my dick, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“I’m going to come inside your ass,” I tell her. “So much and so hard, you’ll be shitting me for a week.”
Instead of being grossed out or disgusted, she whimpers. Begs for it all with her pretty brown eyes locked on mine. God, this girl is going to be the death of me.
I come with a groan and do as promised. Fill her the fuck up. Her ass sucks it all in like a thirsty little bitch. I caress her ass cheek, unable to keep up the cold, hateful act.
Truth is, I want to fucking hold her.
I want to kiss away her tears and wash away the sweat and filth I’ve managed to create on her.
I want to keep her and own her and play with her.
I want to love her.
Which is why I really need to fucking get rid of her.
“Let me deal with her,” Filter grinds out, pacing in front of my desk.
I crack my neck and swallow down the rage. “No.”
“Prez,” he starts, pinning me with a glare. “I’m here to be your backup, man. To protect you…”
“From a little girl?” I spit out.
“From yourself, asshole.”
I bristle at his words. “I don’t need protecting. I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you, though? You kidnapped her for revenge only to rescue her from the slaughterhouse. All night long, you held her like she was a fucking kid having a nightmare. This morning you wake up pissed at yourself, seeking guidance from your brothers. We fucking guide you. Then, you undo all the goddamn pep talk shit we went through just to fuck her so loud the whole house heard. Now what? Is she a prisoner or your old lady, because I’m getting real confused, man.”
I don’t take lightly to disrespect, but this is Filter. He never loses his cool with me. Ever. If he’s flipping his shit, it’s out of worry for me. I get it. I really do. I just don’t give a shit.
“I know what I’m doing,” I state again, my tone firm.
He runs his fingers through his golden hair and lets out a frustrated breath. “All right. Based on the fierce as fuck look in your eyes, I’m going back to treating her like your old lady.”
I don’t confirm or deny his words.
I’m not sure what Hadley is to me. When it’s us, alone, it feels good and right and fucking perfect. But when I let myself think about the past and the transgressions against me by her father and her dead boyfriend’s fuckface dad, I want to use her as a fucking tool in my revenge.
Truth is, I lied to Filter.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
But I’m doing it anyway.
“So what’s the plan—”
His words are cut off by a beeping on my computer. Someone is trying to video chat with me. A sinister smile curves my lips up.
“Daddy’s calling,” I tell Filter before mashing the accept button.
Marron Genworth’s worthless face fills the screen. His cheeks are red with fury and his nostrils flare. “Where the fuck is my daughter?”
I arch a brow at him. “What makes you think I have her?”
“The cameras, asshole. I saw your men take her.”