hell for their non-jeweled crown, so they deserve to wear it without the slightest slant.
She just needs someone stronger than them, rougher and unhinged. She needs someone tough enough to ensure her she’ll never be hurt again.
And that someone is me.
“Open up for me, Duchess. Let me in, and I promise I’ll make you feel good.” The violence roaring through me shifts to nurturing when the tight clench of her vaginal walls around my finger loosen at my request. I don’t deserve her trust, but I sure as fuck am pleased to have it.
K’s head bows forward to rest on my chest when my thumb finds her clit. It’s not marked like the rest of her. It’s perfectly soft and responsive to touch. None of the men she was forced to endure would have touched her here as their exchanges were never about K’s pleasure. It was always about them.
For how young she looks and the extent of her bruises and scars, I don’t feel comfortable saying she wasn’t a virgin when she became a captive. She could have very well never experienced pleasure. The thought has me paying extra attention to her clit and clenching cunt.
The weakest moan fans my chest like a feather dusting my skin when I circle the tiny nub protruding as much as the sharp cut of K’s hips. It causes precum to drip into the crotch of my jeans and allows me to notch the second half of my index finger inside of her.
When K clamps around my finger, uneased by the unexpected arrival of a shuddering moan vibrating through her chest, I drop my eyes to her face buried between my pecs. The rain sizzling on my red-hot skin makes my shirt appear to be painted on, leaving no place for K to hide—thank fuck. I need to know she’s with me, not in the darkness she generally hides in during sexual escapades.
“Stay with me, Duchess,” I demand, lifting her head to mine with my spare hand. Her eyes are glazed over and brimming with tears, but they’re not black and lifeless. “You’re not allowed to pass out until you’ve seen the fireworks.”
Her innocence is undeniable when she raises her eyes to the cloud-filled sky, unaware my comment was figurative. They beat her, raped her, and fucked with her head, but there’s one thing they never took away from her, and that was her purity. Anything you’re forced to do against your will doesn’t count.
I learned that three years ago.
K will learn it today.
After clearing my throat of a pride I haven’t felt in years, I say, “Are you ready to be swept away, Duchess? Are you ready to be free?”
Although I’m asking her questions, I don’t wait for her to answer me. I simply swipe at her clit firm enough to buckle her knees out from underneath her and for the barrier keeping her tears at bay to break.
As she silently shudders through a climax sparking her eyes with life, tears topple down her cheeks. Every salty drop that falls down her face has me wanting to go on a rampage. The only reason I don’t is because they also shed away the pained expression I thought her face would never quit wearing.
She is no longer a captive.
She is now just a broken woman.
Broken can be fixed. More times than not, the jagged pieces end up even more beautiful. A kaleidoscope is a cylinder full of broken pieces, yet everyone still stares at it in awe.
Who’s to say the same can’t be said for women?
Fourteen
Trey
“Let them be,” Jim chokes out in a rough, grunted tone. “They’re women, so let them be women.”
Even with Jim giving K permission to leave the kitchen after helping Arabella clear away the dishes of our shared meal, her eyes still stray to mine to seek consent.
As quickly as K shattered around me, the heavens opened up. We were drenched in an instant, meaning there was nothing but my wide frame to hide K’s flushed face when Jim arrived out of nowhere to check on his pigs.
He’s practically blind, but that didn’t lessen my urge to maintain K’s dignity. I don’t want anyone to see her in a vulnerable state, and no, my annoyance had nothing to do with the fact my hand was still inside her panties when Jim interrupted us.
K shattered an hour ago—in more ways than one. The way she opened up to me made her even more beautiful. She’s fragile but so fucking strong.