“Oh, fuck me harder, Kane.” I moan, and the sound of the front door slamming shut behind me fuels my fire. I sink my fingers into Kane’s long, curly hair. Feeling the rhythm of the muscles in his arms as he continues to bounce me up and down. He’s nearly ripping me open, but I don’t care. He gave me pain meds, and now I will allow myself to feel pleasure.

“Fuck me.” I tell him.

Kane looks past me, pounding into me. “Your boyfriend is gone now.”

“I know.” I respond, a small grin taking over my face when his jade eyes flash a shade of deep emerald sapphire.

“That’s my girl.” He growls, slamming my body into the white wall of my living room. From this angle, he holds my both of my tits in his palms, cupping them to hold me upright as he thrust in and out of my suspended body.

“Oh my God.” I moan, not holding back anymore. I’m passed the fear of him killing me. He wouldn’t. he’s cherishing my body, rubbing every inch of me.

We sit back down on the couch, my back on the soft cushions as he lies over me, gently pushing in and out of my pussy. When he flips me over, and rams into me doggystyle my body shakes in pleasure. Coming undone from the feel of him being so deep inside of me, filling my cunt with his cock. “That fucking ass bouncing against me.” He hums low. “Perfection.”

I haven’t even realized what’s happening, so lost in the moment that I forget I’m backing my ass into my rapist.

And liking it.

Why, in the world, would I let my one chance of freedom slip away?

* * *

I lean into Kane’s hard chest when he flips me over, moaning. “Please,”

“Please what?” he cups my breast.

“I can’t take any more of this tonight.” I plead with him, looking into his eyes as he pounds into me.

“It’s just me left now.” He assures. “And you were begging for it a few seconds ago.”

“I can’t.” The stretching continues. “You’re going to break me in half.”

His palm touches my cheek gently, and for the first time this horrific night feels romantic for a split second. “I will not hurt you.” He groans, molding me. “Do you really want all of this to be over?”

I give a hesitant nod, wanting him to stay. To hold me. Needing the comfort. Maybe they’ve fucked up my mind in one night. “Hold on.” He tells me, hoisting me back upward.

I wrap my legs around his body, but he doesn’t enter me again. He gently carries me up the stairs, rubbing my back. “It’s almost over, okay?”