This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,16

grabs his cock and holds it steady. Our eyes stay glued together as he begins to press inside. At first, it’s uncomfortable like when he put his fingers inside of me. But the farther he drives into me, the more painful it becomes. Without warning, he slams fully into me.

White hot pain explodes from within me and I scream. His mouth covers mine to quiet me but I’m losing my mind. He’s too big. It feels like I’m being split open.

“Stop!”

He doesn’t stop though and he plows into me over and over again. It feels like he’s using that wicked knife of his instead of his cock. I’m cursing his very existence when his hand slides back between us. He continues his relentless pounding but now his fingers are on my clit again.

A few days ago, I was a normal virgin teenager who obsessed over her boyfriend and worried about getting into a good college. Now…

Now I’m some thing for this man to use and abuse.

Except now, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I’m gasping as he touches my clit that he’s so easily mastered. The way he drove into me hurt at first but now it’s dulling to a stinging sensation as another orgasm delightfully teases me.

He brings me to bliss and the only thing that exists is him.

Exactly like he promised.

I’m messed up—just as sick as he is.

“Oh God!”

His low, guttural grunt is the only precursor to his own orgasm. Shortly after, his cock seems to grow impossibly larger as he spurts heat inside of me. The warmth of it seeps out and stings my sore sex.

“I love you, Baylee. Say it back.”

A sob catches in my throat as he dips to kiss me. With him still inside of me, it feels like we’ve somehow become one person. Like I am nothing more than an extension of him now. The thought terrifies me. I don’t want to be a part of him.

But now…

Now he’s a part of me.

“I love you too, Gabe.” The lie on my tongue is just that, a lie. But dread washes over me as I wonder if it will one day become truth.

SHE’S MORE THAN perfect. She’s all mine. For now.

I didn’t have to steal her virginity—she begged me to take it. And oh how fucking tight she was. I knew she’d be worth it…worth the wait. It was like we were meant to be. She would have been tight simply from being a virgin, but that coupled with the butt plug secured inside of her, it was like fucking bliss wrapped around my dick.

I can’t stop thinking about that first time.

I say first time because I’ve fucked her over and over again for days now. Each time she gets braver. Says dirty things that still sound innocent coming from her lips. She claws at me and bites back. It’s hot as fuck.

And she loves me.

This complicates things but it doesn’t change the plan.

The plan is to sell her in less than a week.

I need the money.

But once I get it, I’ll get her back. Baylee may be a pawn but eventually I will take back what belongs to me. And she does. Boy fucking does she. Never have I had a woman who complies so easily to my commands. Never have I ever had a woman who comes so easily from my touch.

She’s no longer a girl. I stole that innocence away when I broke through her the first time. Now, she’s completely woman.

A whimper from the other room startles me from my thoughts. The glow from my laptop is the only thing lighting up the living room. She has nightmares and I’m not delusional to think they aren’t about me. Soon enough, she’ll get past those. After this is all over, I’m bringing her back here and claiming her as my wife. She’ll bear my children and life will go fucking on.

Another whimper.

I read through the e-mail again about the WCT or White Collar Trade location information. A wealthy San Diego real estate agent allows for the WCT to hold their monthly trades under the guise of a business convention. It’s a black tie affair and the theme this month is “Innocent Flower.” For Sandy and Brianna and Callie and the others, it would have been laughable. Those women were anything but fucking innocent. The dirty things they promised to do would scare the shit out of Baylee.

But my sweet girl, she’ll steal the show. I might’ve stolen her virginity but innocence