still stupidly large.
None of that mattered. Anne closed my door behind her, and we locked eyes.
I can’t wait any more. I won’t.
I nearly charged toward her, but she met me with the same hungry passion. Our lips went to war, tearing away at each other viciously. Clothing started to disappear piece by piece. When we were both fully bare, I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her legs had wrapped tightly around me, and she was biting – ferociously biting – my neck.
I pulled her hair tie out as we moved, and her long locks swung around both of us like a curtain of silk.
I laid her gently down on my giant bed, mesmerized by the beauty of her lips – her breasts – her soft, pink flesh. She pulled me down greedily, and I rammed my overly swollen cock straight into her very wet and ready slit. The sound she emitted at the invasion was wild with ecstasy. The shy, sweet Anne Johnson had checked herself at the door.
She was all animal now.
8
Valerie
I’d always known, deep down, that Randall would hurt me again.
He managed not to lay a finger on me while I was pregnant, unless it was a loving touch. And the entire first year of Murphy’s life had gone mostly smooth as well.
There were signs though. They seemed small in the beginning, but I knew what it was all leading up to. I knew because I’d watched the progression before, when it was just him and me – no Murphy.
Maybe he’d throw a beer can when his team was losing. Or I’d get shouted at on a particularly hot day for not closing the front door tightly enough and wasting our air conditioning. A simple punch through the trailer wall because an employee called in sick. All small things. All with much bigger implications.
I saw the real Randall coming back, and I had no clue what to do with that knowledge. Nothing had changed for me except that I now had an infant to protect.
The Nashville plan couldn’t work with a baby, and after I’d flaked out on her the first time, Emily had (somewhat purposely) lost touch with me completely. We’d never been close – not even in foster care. She’d been offering me a job out of some unspoken foster kid loyalty.
But Emily wasn’t going to give me a second chance.
I laid in bed at night beside Randall, just begging him silently to not hit me. One hit, and I would know it was really happening all over again.
Just don’t hit me. Just don’t hit me. Just don’t hit me.
Of course, he did. The first time had been a slap. It stung like hell, but I was grateful it wasn’t a flat-out punch. Handprints faded quicker than bruises. He apologized like crazy for that slap, but I hadn’t believed a single word of the apology.
Randall Fisher was back. What I didn’t realize was that somehow, he was even worse this time.
I wasn’t just his girlfriend anymore – his woman. I had birthed his child now. Murphy was property, and so was I.
Randall didn’t need to “love” me anymore – not that he ever really had. He owned me. The more cemented this theory became in his head, the crueler the treatment he showed me.
I endured, feeling more trapped than ever. But as it grew worse – much worse – my mind began to turn over every possible way out that there could be.
There wasn’t much of me actually left. Randall had broken me and taken that. But Murphy. He simply could never lay a hand on my sweet little boy.
When Murphy turned three, I was almost beginning to think that maybe Randall really never would harm his child. But I was wrong.
Just one backhand. One bruise on Murphy’s perfect round cheek.
The pieces of my plan began to fit together. I forced them to. There wasn’t a perfect fit, and the end result wasn’t exactly pretty, but I would make it work. I would make anything work or die trying.
But of course, I wasn’t the one who actually perished when it came down to crunch time.
Penn’s thrusts were propelling me straight to a heaven I’d never known existed. His hands explored, touching – pulling – grabbing everything, and his lips moved from my face to my neck to my breasts to my ears and back again.
But he never stopped pumping. He dove deeper and deeper into my body until I began to tremble