for my size… not yet. And since my patience was thin—extremely fucking thin, I shoved my cock into her wet pussy with one forceful thrust.
I kept my finger rooted in her ass as I pounded in and out of her.
I wasn’t easy. Far from gentle.
I abused her pussy with every single movement of my hips. I fucked her like I was beating a man—aggressive and hard. I spread that asshole of hers with my hand as I fucked her tiny cunt. My balls slapped against her, and the resonance of shower, wet bodies, and moans of erotic pleasure drove me to the cliff.
“I’m yours,” she screamed out as her pussy pulsated around my cock. “I’m yours!”
16
Grace
I woke up with a start, my arms flying to cover my nakedness. Except I wasn’t naked anymore. I was wearing an unnecessarily thick cotton nightgown and now it was covered in sweat.
It had been a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
Except that wasn’t true, because I lived through it last night. A long shudder wracked my body.
And all of a sudden, I had to get the hell out of here. The walls were closing in. I didn’t know if I could do this anymore.
I glanced over the edge of the bed and saw Montgomery sleeping soundly.
What time was it? The light coming in the window was gray, not pitch black. It must be close to morning. The Manor should be quiet.
I stole out of bed, the opposite side from where Montgomery was sleeping, and pulled on another thick robe and some slippers. Even though I was hot, the extra cover felt like armor in this place where they were determined to constantly strip me naked.
And then, wincing at each creak of the floorboards, I crept to the door and snuck out.
I’d learned my way around the Manor the past few weeks and found my way to the servant’s staircase Mrs. Hawthorne had led me up that very first evening.
Soundlessly, I ran down the stairs, carefully peeking around the door to the kitchen. Just my luck Mrs. H would be there at whatever ungodly hour of morning this was, sipping tea and just waiting to catch wayward belles.
But all was dark and quiet, and I made a run for it, fleeing for the door off the kitchen. Then finally, blessedly, I dashed out into the freedom of the outdoors.
The second I stepped outside the manor, a huge weight lifted off me.
For a second I glanced toward the driveway and further toward the Avenue of Oaks they were all so proud of, leading away from this twisted place. If I jogged and set a good pace, I could be gone before sunrise.
And then I turned away from it, frowning and confused. Montgomery had taken me down to the lake on the southeast edge of the property on a walk last week, and I fled toward it instead.
When I got there, I was so overheated, I immediately flung off my outer robe. And then I stared at the lake in frustration.
The sky had lightened enough that I could make out the pristine scene of the perfectly placid lake. The birds were just beginning to wake and sing.
It was beautiful. It should be calming and centering me. That was why I’d come here… wasn’t it? Or to breathe fresh air untainted by… them?
But it wasn’t working. Now that I was by myself, everything felt—
It felt—
I was just so—
I couldn’t even—
“What are you doing, Grace?” Montgomery’s voice was suddenly behind me. He sounded angry. “You don’t know what they’ll do to you if they find you wandering without me escorting you.”
I spun, only to find him standing five feet behind me.
“You followed me?” I asked incredulously.
“When you do foolish things like wander off by yourself, you bet your ass I’ll do what it takes to protect you.”
“Protect me?” My voice went up an octave. And then I flew at him.
I slammed into him, shoving him hard in the chest. He barely moved at the impact, which only pissed me off more.
I pummeled his chest, all my fury and frustration finally finding a target. He let me. Which was even more fucking infuriating, because I knew my fists were like a small child’s to him. I couldn’t inflict any real damage.
These bastards were going to break me, and I couldn’t even—
I reared my hand back to slap him across the face and he finally grabbed my wrist, halting my arm mid-motion.
And when I looked up into his face, ready to hiss and