When You're Back - Abbi Glines Page 0,61

me this is my pussy, Reese,” I said, holding still inside her. I needed to hear it.

“It’s yours,” she said with a smile, wiggling under me.

Grinning, I shook my head. “No, baby. I want you to tell me this is my pussy.” I lowered my head and kissed the tips of her breasts.

“It’s your pussy, Mase,” she said softly, but her eyes flared with excitement as she said it.

“That’s right. It is. Mine,” I said, grabbing her hips and moving with deep thrusts until she was crying my name and clawing my arms.

At the sound of my name tearing from her chest, I climaxed. Nothing would ever be as sexy as that sound.

Reese

By the time the weekend arrived, everything was back to normal. Captain hadn’t been back to my office. He’d sent files over with Major twice, and I had started to breathe more easily.

Today Mase was going to check out two horses he was thinking of buying. I decided I would go grocery shopping. Maryann was going into town to run some errands and said she could drop me off at the grocery store and pick me up an hour later.

This was my first time shopping without Mase, and I was a little nervous about getting everything he wanted. I knew he’d never tell me if I forgot something, but I was focused on getting it just right. I liked the idea of taking care of him.

After spending a good ten minutes picking out the right fruits and vegetables, I moved toward the aisles. I didn’t have to do too much reading here. I’d been grocery shopping for years, so I was good at identifying things by their packaging and labels.

“The little whore grew up.” The low whisper sent ice through my veins. I knew that voice. It had been years since I’d last heard it, but I knew that voice. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t turn around.

“Not gonna say hello to your daddy?” Marco asked. He was not my daddy. He was my mother’s husband, but he wasn’t my daddy. He had been my tormentor.

“If you get any closer, I am going to scream at the top of my lungs,” I warned him, still not turning to look at him. I didn’t want to see his face. The nightmares he starred in had just begun to fade. I hated that face.

A low, menacing laugh sent dread through me. “No, you won’t. Do you want all these people to know what a little slut you are? I’ll tell them all. How you seduced me. How you wanted sex from your own stepdaddy. Bet that rich little boyfriend of yours don’t know what a whore you are. Or maybe he does,” Marco said, and he touched my hair.

Bile rose in my throat. I was going to be sick. I tried to find my voice, but I was frozen in fear. Just like when I was a child.

“Maybe he likes stupid little sluts. With a big ass and big tits. Guess that’s his thing.”

I closed my eyes and cringed. No. He would not do this to me. I wouldn’t let him. I was stronger now. I was grown. The little girl was gone.

“Took me a while to find you. But I’ve been watching you for a week now. I know where you live, where you work. Too stupid to drive a car yourself. Not surprised.”

My body broke out in a cold sweat. Why was he here? Why did he want to find me?

“Your momma’s dead. Not that you care. You ran off and never came back. Worthless bitch,” he said, as he fisted his hand in my hair and tugged hard.

I had to get away from him. But I couldn’t find my voice. This had to be a nightmare. He wasn’t really here. This couldn’t be real. I needed to wake up.

“Not even a tear for your momma? Stupid whores don’t care about their mothers. But you loved your stepdaddy, didn’t you, girl?” He pulled hard on my hair again.

“Let me go,” I managed to say through the terror gripping me.

He laughed. “Took a long time to find you, girl. I ain’t leaving you now. Did you tell him I had you first? That this body was mine first? That you walked around with those tight clothes on, taunting me, inviting me to touch you?”

My stomach rolled over, and I bent forward, feeling the sickness start to overtake me.

He pulled my head back with another jerk of my hair. “You’re gonna