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slip my pants off, and watch as Declan grinds his teeth. My stomach turns in anxiety, not knowing what’s to come next, but I stand here and try with all I can to believe Pike when he says Declan won’t hurt me.
    “All of it,” he presses as he sits in the night’s obscurity, shielding himself in its obsidian.
    Cold air trills in goosebumps along my flesh as I unhook my bra and drop my panties to my ankles, exposing the tarnished veneer to my aberration. The bruises have faded, the lacerations are nearly healed scabs, but we both know the garbage I am. I’ve told him my past in full detail; he knows my life in the closet and in the basement, and yet he grows hard for me as he sits and examines.
    He’s too good to be a monster like me, too good to be turned on by the grotesque.
    “On the bed,” he orders. “Lie on your stomach.”
    “No!” I blurt out at the humiliation that still remains from when he last took me from behind. Although my voice never screamed no, every part of my vitality did as he ripped me apart and violated me beyond boundaries I never thought I had.
    “On the bed!” he shouts.
    I turn and walk across the room as my eyes prick. Taking a hard swallow, I will the vulnerability away. My back stiffens as I cage my heart in self-preservation.
    I can do this.
    When I sit on the edge of the bed, he stands, his cock pushing against the fabric of his pants. He walks over to me, taking my knees in his hands and opening me up to stand between my legs.
    “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes.” I’m quick to answer, and he immediately shakes his head.
    “I’ll punish you for lying, you know I will,” he threatens. “Let’s try this again. Do you trust me?”
    With my neck craned back to look him in the eye, I give him the honesty he deserves. “No.”
    Declan threads his fingers through my hair, fisting it in clumps, and I wince as it pulls through the scab that’s almost healed. The scab he gave me when he ripped my hair out. The scab I kept alive by picking when I thought I’d never have him again.
    He keeps his forceful hands on my head, vowing, “I’m going to change that. Right now. Tonight. I won’t allow you to fall asleep until I’ve done so.”
    His words strangle me.
    I panic.
    “Take my belt off.”
    I hesitate.
    “Now!”
    My fingers fumble as I work quickly to unfasten his belt and pull the leather loose from the loops of his slacks. He then holds his palm open to me, and I hand it over to him.
    “Are you scared of me?”
    “Yes,” I respond with no mask.
    With his one hand clutching the belt and the other clutching my hair, he gives his next order, “Take my pants off and suck my cock.”
    I unhook, unzip, and pull down.
    He’s raging hard, and when I slide him into my mouth, he releases a guttural moan into the still of the room. My heart races as I suck him deeply. My hands grip around the backs of his thighs while I run my lips up and down the smooth skin of his cock.
    “Fuuuck,” he groans, and when I look up to him, his head is tilted back.
    His hand squeezes around my hair, pulling it even more, ripping the scab when he bucks his hips suddenly, forcing himself to the back of my mouth. I gag slightly, and reflex with a swallow, the opening of my throat clamping around the head of his dick when I do so.
    “Jesus Christ.” His words claw through the grit of ecstasy as he pulls out of me. In flashes of seconds, he slings his shirt across the room and kicks off his pants.
    We’re entirely naked.
    He kneels down, draping my legs over his broad shoulders and opens me with his hands. The sound of him inhaling deeply takes over me and becomes too much. I pinch my eyes shut, because the sight of him alone is enough to rip me to shreds.
    Why does he do this to me?
    Soft, wet heat slides through the core of me. It’s a single lick through my folds that throws my pulse off beat and I retract.
    “Don’t!” he barks, and when I open my eyes and look down at him, he continues,