REprisal - Kathy Coopmans Page 0,17

is going to be one of the last days I stay in here. Trent, be ready, you piece of shit. This strong-willed mother who will fight harder than ever before is gunning for you.

My mother was right about one thing . . . men do think with their dicks, and I am going to make you think I want yours.

Chapter Six

Trent

Son of a bitch. I shift in my chair again. A jolt shoots straight down to my cock, which is constantly hard when it comes to her. I’ve been watching her for half an hour while she sits staring at the wall in front of her and frowning. Every few minutes she glances down at her daughter, then back up again.

I would give anything to say that precious, innocent baby girl is mine. Letting my father and Tina convince me to have a vasectomy was the dumbest thing I have ever done, even though it doesn’t fucking matter. Clove was already pregnant before I kidnapped my brother, anyway.

I focus in on her face. It’s so pained. It kills me to see her suffering the way she is. I would give anything to be able to go in there and fuck her raw, to hear her scream my name. Not my brother’s. Mine.

My own selfish reasons keep her here. I love her. I need her. If I were man enough to set her free, she could be back with her family where she belongs. . I can’t. I’m too much of a coward to let her go. That is why I sit here in this half-dimmed room every day, jacking off in my own hand while watching the one woman I want and know I will never truly have.

I watch her bend down and lift Journey. I wish I could see her beautiful face, the way she looks at her daughter with so much love in her eyes. I would give anything to have her look at me and see love staring back at me. It will never happen. She’s not mine. It’s a fantasy, a dream that will never come true.

My brain nearly freezes when she returns to the bathroom and drops her towel. Jesus Christ, this is torture. I would rather be beaten to death than to see this stunning sight in front of me. I run my hands through my hair in frustration, wishing I could just run to her, tell her I would do anything for the two of them.

“God damn you, Clove,” I curse, my strangled words barely escaping as she turns around, exposing the one thing I crave.

That weeping, wet pussy of hers I haven’t had for over a year is spread wide open. Teasing me, mocking me. She is so beautiful; every part of her body is flawless. I have watched her at night many times bringing pleasure to herself while moaning out my brother’s name. But this . . . this is something entirely different. She knows I’m watching her. Clove is a smart woman. She knows I didn’t turn these cameras off. I can’t. This is the only way I to feel close to her again.

“You loved it when I fucked you, didn’t you?” I whisper to the monitor as I watch her probe one of her round, juicy tits with her small hand.

I may not be her husband, but I sure as hell got her off, and she knew it. Did I feel like an ass afterwards? Hell to the motherfucking no. I wanted to mark her in every way I could. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Oh, fuck. Her ass . . . pure damn heroin to my dick.

As if my thoughts conjure it up, she slides her fingers up and down her sweet ass and around that tight hole. Memories of me taking her there, marking her like she was truly mine, have me holding back from coming hard. My balls ache just thinking about shooting my come into her ass.

I stroke my dick more forcefully, all the way down my shaft and back up again. I would give anything to be inside her sweet-smelling pussy instead of the two fingers she is now using to get herself off.

“That’s it, finger it good. Let me hear you. Let me see you make yourself come.”

Clove’s mouth opens on a scream as shudders wrack her body. The sight is my undoing. I feel my balls tighten. I pull hard two more times and I come all over myself, the hot