A Moment Too Soon (The Breaking Point #3)

Chapter One

Rebecca

“You stupid fucking bitch. Can’t you do anything right?” Garrett screams at me. I sniffle and hiccup as I try to control my emotions. “Stop fucking crying, or I swear to God, I’ll give you something to fucking cry about.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper.

“God, Rebecca. You’re so fucking pathetic,” he huffs and pretends he is going to hit me. When I flinch and cower, he laughs and walks away to take another swig from the bottle of whiskey in his hand. “Get over here and bend over the couch.”

“What? Garrett, no. I don’t want to…”

“Now!” Garrett screams, spit flying out of his mouth. I don’t move, and he suddenly crosses the room and grabs me by the hair.

“Stop! Let go of me! Garrett, stop!” I scream as he drags me across the room. He slings me onto the couch and starts slapping me across the face. I scream out in pain and try to protect my face, but he pulls my hand up above my head with one of his as he forces himself between my legs.

“Stupid bitch!” he screams and continues slapping me. Anytime he hits me, it’s open-handed, and he never leaves a mark that lasts longer than a few hours. It’s when he grabs my top and rips it down that I start thrashing under him. “You’re fucking mine !”

“Stop! Garrett, stop. Please,” I sob. He grabs hold of my nipple and twists, making me scream out in pain. He then slaps my breasts hard a few times before releasing my arms and tearing my leggings to give him more access. Despite my fighting, he gets them off of me and pulls his dick out.

“You’re mine. I’ll fuck you anytime I goddamn want to,” he growls before spitting into his hand a few times and coating his dick. I am sobbing when he pins my arms again and leans in to be nose to nose with me. He speaks directly into my face as he slowly pushes into me. “This is my cunt. I fucking own you. I own every goddamn orgasm… So fucking come for me, bitch. Come for me, or I swear to God, I’ll kill you right here, and they’ll never find your goddamn body.”

“Garrett,” I whimper. “Please, stop.”

“Too fucking late, Rebecca. Come or die,” he snickers. Garrett suddenly flips and keeps one hand on my hip as he presses the barrel of his revolver to my forehead. “Ride my cock, bitch. Ride or die.”

“Garrett, please,” I cry. I flinch and immediately start moving my hips when he pulls the hammer back.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, whore. Fucking moan for me,” he groans.

I have zero fucking doubt that he will kill me. I am so scared, and I want to run, but I start bouncing on his dick anyway. He moves his hand to start rubbing my clit, and disgusting pleasure starts building. My body involuntarily tightens, and a maniacal laugh breaks out of him.

“That’s it. Ride my fucking cock. Goddamnit, this is my fucking cunt. Take my cock, whore… God, yes. Moan for me.”

“Garrett,” I cry.

“Such a wet little slut,” he grunts as he pushes his hips up. As I bounce, his movement triggers the forced pleasure to grow. I try to focus on just the feeling as I squeeze my eyes shut. I ride him as he moans wildly, thrusting into me from below. I know I won’t get there, so I fake it. I start moaning just how I know he will believe it. He eventually takes over and starts thrusting into me hard and fast from below. I steadily build my fake orgasm and moan loudly. What I don’t expect is for him to suddenly shove me off him so he can grab me by the head and thrust down my throat. He has me sitting on the ground so he can straddle my face with his knees on either side of my face against the couch. He’s pushing down my throat as I gag and choke on him. Garrett violently throat-fucks me until he finally comes, making me swallow him down.

When he pulls away, I start coughing and gagging as I gasp for air. “Clean up your face. You look disgusting,” he says as he fixes his pants. He grabs his keys, and I make the mistake of questioning him.

“Where are you going?” I whisper.

“Where I fucking want to,” he screams. “If I ever find out you are fucking talking to that prick again, I’ll fucking kill you. You’re my whore. My property.”

“Okay,” I whimper and make sure I don’t make eye contact with him.

Garrett grabs his keys and wallet from the coffee table before sauntering out of the house.

I know I shouldn’t do it, but I am so fucking scared he will actually kill me one day. What if he accidentally pulls the trigger mid-orgasm? I crawl over to my phone on the floor. The screen is shattered from him throwing it, but it still works enough that I can navigate to Jett’s phone number.

Jett Andrews is my best friend. It took us two decades to finally go on a real date, but things changed after that. We went back to being friends but he was never shy about telling me his feelings. He always tells me that in the end, it will be him and me, but I don’t know. I think I ruined my chances at happiness on that level when I got with Garrett.

“Hey, pretty girl. What’s…”

“Jett,” I whimper.

“Where are you?” he asks immediately. I start crying instead of answering. “Baby, where are you?”

“Home,” I whimper. “Please… Come get me. Please.”

“I’m on my way right now. Where is he?”

“He left. He… He saw that I was texting you,” I cry.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry,” Jett sighs. “I’m coming, okay? You’re done with him.”

“He’ll kill me,” I cry.

“He will never fucking hurt my girl again. You hear me?”

“I just wanted…”

“What did he do?” He asks.

“He… kept slapping me and then… He had a gun on me. I didn’t have a choice. It was loaded and…”

“He raped you, didn’t he?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“I’m close,” he says. I jump up and rush to the bedroom to grab a new pair of leggings. I toss my phone down and pull them on before trying to locate my shoes. By the time I find them, I turn to immediately get grabbed up by Jett.

When he wraps his arms around me, I instantly start sobbing. He scoops me into his arms before sitting on the bed and rocking me. “We need to…”

“Shh. Let me hold you for a moment,” he says softly.

“He’s going to kill me,” I whisper.

“Let’s get your shit and go home,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

We get up and go to the bedroom to start throwing my belongings into bags. We are silent as we pack and don’t waste any time. Once we have most of what I need, he grabs the bags and pulls me out to his car. I am in a daze by the time we get in and start driving down the road.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, grabbing my hand and squeezing.

“No,” I whisper.

“What did he do?”

“You’ll get mad,” I say with a frown.

“Baby girl, your face has welts and is swollen. I’m already going to fucking kill him,” Jett says in such a sweet tone that I can’t help but laugh tearfully. “That funny?”

“Just you and your innocent voice,” I say.

“He… he basically told me to come or die,” I say. “He put his gun to my head and… made me ride him.”

“Jesus… what else?” Jett sighs heavily.

“Uhh… He was slapping me. Oh, he yanked my shirt down and kept smacking my boobs. That hurt. Well, so did twisting my nipple,” I say. “Oh, he didn’t finish in me. He throat-fucked me.”

“That it?”

“Yeah. Besides repeatedly calling me a whore,” I say.

“What started it?”

“He saw that I was texting you,” I say. “He got pissed and thought I was cheating.”

“Well… His loss, because now you are mine,” Jett says.

“Oh, am I now?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I warned you, babe. If he ever hurts you, cheats on you, or leaves you, I’ll make you mine.”

“Do I get a say in this?” I ask, laughing.

“Mmmm…. Nope,” he says with a grin.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” I shrug. “Although I’m not very sure you want me like that.”

“Why is that?” he asks.

“Jett,” I say with a heavy sigh. “He had me fucking every single man who came into that house. For five years… he has let his buddies pay to fuck me. I don’t think you want someone who has been run through more than a tunnel.”

“Excuse me?” he asks, snapping his head to look at me when we pull into his driveway. “What do you mean?”

“Every night he would have someone over. He would throat-fuck me, let his friend fuck me, collect the money, and then fuck me when they left. I’d just take a shower and go to bed. On the weekends, it’s usually three or four at the same time.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he snarls before getting out and coming around to open my door. When he pulls me out, we grab my bags, and I’m in a daze as we walk in and take the bags upstairs. He then grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom before turning the water on.

“What are you doing?” I ask when he starts to undress me.

“I’m going to take care of you, Bex,” he says softly. I nod and take my clothing off until I am completely naked. I watch as he undresses, and my eyes go wide when he takes his boxers off.

“Jesus,” I mutter before turning and stepping into the shower. He steps in behind me and turns me to face him. He looks over my body, but it’s not about lust; he is checking to see if I am actually okay. I have a welt the shape of a handprint on the side of my breast, and he sighs when he sees it. His eyes meet mine for a moment before he gently runs his fingertips across the mark Garret left behind.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks.

“He twisted the shit out of my nipple. That doesn’t feel too nice,” I admit. I wince when he cups my breast, and he frowns before moving me to lie on the built-in stone bench.

“You’re beautiful, Bex,” he says as he looks over my body. I try so hard to not stare at his massive cock, but it’s right there. “Talk to me.”

“I’m afraid of losing you,” I admit. “I keep rejecting you because I’m afraid that something will happen and our friendship will be gone.”

“Understand this, Bex,” he says before leaning down and lightly suckling on my sore nipple.

“Fuck,” I choke out.

“I told you I would take you the first chance I got, so you are mine now. Forever and always. I’ve never been shy about the fact that I’m in love with you. I’ve been patient, but I will no longer sit here and deny what we both want.”

“I can’t lose you,” I whisper.

“Pretty girl, you’ll never fucking get rid of me. You are mine, no matter if I have to tie your sexy ass to the bed and fuck you into submission,” Jett says bluntly.

“You are so… possessive,” I say, smiling.

“Bex, you haven’t seen possessive. He better thank his lucky stars I decided to let him dig his own grave by fucking up with you. I could have taken you from him at any point, and we both know it,” Jett says. “Do you remember the one night we shared together?”

“Do I remember? You ate my pussy and made me come so hard I basically passed out,” I say.

“Good, so you know a little of what to expect,” he says. When he presses his lips against mine, it’s like a light switch. Something about the way he kisses me is like all of the permission I needed to keep him for myself.

Jett starts kissing down my body, but stops. I groan in frustration when he switches gears and starts washing my body instead. When he says nothing, I start to get paranoid as if I have done something wrong. He sits me up, washing my hair before rinsing my body, and shuts the water off.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, looking down at my hands. He lifts my chin, and he looks sad. “I’m sorry if…”

“Your thighs are bruised, Bex,” he says, cupping my cheek. “I got in my head and I just needed a second.”

“What? You didn’t…”

“Rebecca, baby… I all but said I have every intention of fucking you no matter what you think… the bruises were a harsh reminder that you’ve been raped repeatedly for years. I am only adding to that toxicity, and you deserve better.”

Before I can respond, he steps out of the shower. I am stunned by his words because I was expecting to be the problem, but he just compared himself to a rapist. I’ve never seen him this way, even with his aggressive way of showing his affection. I’ve never seen it as problematic because, one, I would love nothing more than for this man to violently fuck me. And two, I know he would never actually hurt me. If I told him to stop, I have all the confidence in the world that he would stop and check in with me.

He leaves the bathroom before I can even get out, so I take my time stepping out and drying myself off. I wrap up in the towel before going into the bedroom. I see that he is in the process of getting dressed, so I walk over and snatch the clothes out of his hand and I sling them across the room. He is shocked by this, so I take the opportunity to push him back on the bed and climb into his lap. I don’t take him inside of me, even though I desperately want to be fucking destroyed by him. He is so goddamn big that I know it’s going to take a minute to get used to. Garrett was big, but he has a damn micro dick compared to Jett. It’s the kind of dick that when you look at it you know you can’t take all of it. The vagina is only so big.

“Rebecca,” Jett sighs as he tries to move me.

“Stop it,” I snap it him. “Just shut the fuck up for ten seconds and let me talk.”

“I’m sorry?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Do not ever sit there and insinuate that you have or would hurt me in any way. You have always been aggressively loving, and I absolutely adore that about you. You are not a rapist. You are not the villain in my story. You have been patient with me and held on to the hope that one day you and I could truly make a go of things. You’ve respected my wishes to let me leave on my own. If you ever insinuate that you are a rapist again, I swear to God, I will tie you to this bed and make you come so many times that you sob like a little bitch.”

“I’m definitely a rapist,” he says with a devious grin.

“Little boy, I am not above putting on a strap-on and fucking your ass. A little bit of lube, and I’ll have you coming like a goddamn freight train. Don’t fuck with me. I am more than willing to be submissive to you, and I will gladly let you violently fuck me any day of the week, but do not ever insinuate that you have hurt me. I will not tolerate that bullshit. It is your trauma speaking, and I will kick your goddamn ass for it,” I scold him.

“I shouldn’t find it hot when you scold me like a child,” Jett says, smiling. “You’ve been hurt so much, Bex.”

“Then hurt me better,” I say sweetly as I lean down to place my hands on the bed beside his head. I am straddling his body, and I’m on my knees. When he grabs my hips and repositions me, I know he is about to slam into me. “We have both been through so much, Jett.”

“I feel responsible for letting him take you away from me,” he says.

“It’s my fault for staying with him,” I say. “I wasn’t a prisoner, Jett. He is a narcissist, and he certainly did gaslight me into staying most of the time, but I knew what I was doing. I knew he was hurting me. I knew he was selling my body, but I chose to stay. That is not on you. All that matters is that you have stuck by my side for five years and been content in the friend zone while you waited for me to get my head out of my ass.”

“I need to know that you actually want me,” he says softly.

“Jett, I give you complete consent to do whatever you want to me; doesn’t matter if I say no or if I fight you. You can use me how you see fit, and I am putting all of my trust in you. If you want to tie me up and fuck me for three days straight, okay. If you want to bend me over a park bench and fuck me in front of God and everyone, fine. I trust you, Jett. I’ve been in love with you since I was four years old. I let a small misunderstanding create a wedge between us, and then Garrett slipped in. He ruined my life… He took something from me that I will never get back. There is no amount of money on this planet that can give me back the ability to have children.”

“What are you talking about?” Jett asks as he sits up and holds me in his lap.

“Two years ago… He paid a doctor to perform a hysterectomy on me,” I say. “I will never have children of my own.”

“Oh, Bex… I’m so sorry,” Jett says with a sad voice.

“I accepted it a while ago,” I say. “It made me realize that the only reason I wanted kids was because of my parents. I know you didn’t want kids, so it’s not a big deal. It just fucking sucks that the option was taken away from me.”

“How did he get a doctor to do that?” he asks.

“He knows a lot of people. He drugged me at home, and I woke up in recovery the next day. He let me heal for a few weeks but just took to fucking other women in front of me. When I could have sex again, he fucked my ass for a while, but eventually did go back to his usual way of making me ride him. Now I’m unreasonably sensitive, and he has a sick fantasy of forcing me to come,” I explain.

“I’m so sorry,” Jett says softly. “I’m admittedly worried about triggering you.”

“Okay, well… Bend over the bed,” I say.

“Don’t be a brat,” he frowns.

“Why? If you are going to be a little bitch about it, I’ll make you my bitch,” I say. “One of us has to be aggressively dominant, and if it’s not going to be you, it’ll be me.”

“Why do we have to be aggressive, though?”

“Are you asking me to gently fuck your ass?” I ask sweetly. I laugh when he throws me on my back and hooks my legs over his arms. His cock presses against me, but he doesn’t push in. “If you are going to do it, Jett, live up to all of those filthy things you promised me.”

“Fine,” he says. “You want me to show you why I’m afraid?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, but I’m not stopping. I’m not giving you even a second of reprieve,” he says.

“Do your worst, Jett,” I say. He immediately slams into me, and I gasp loudly as I arch off the bed. Another violent thrust, and I scream, “Fuck!”

“Aww. What’s wrong, Bex?” He taunts me, stabbing deep.

He is shoving in so deep that my belly hurts. He is so wide that it hurts, and I absolutely cannot take all of him. He is fucking me slowly and devastatingly hard. As he quickens his pace, I start hitting his chest, but he just goes faster. He doesn’t even attempt to stop me from fighting, and I have no intention of trying to get away from him. I push on his chest and try to straighten my legs, but all he does is lean into me more to fuck me faster.

“No coming,” he growls.

“I can’t make it stop,” I moan. “Fuck, you’re too deep.”

“If you come, you’ll take it deeper in your ass while I pound into this tight little cunt,” he growls.

“Wha… Oh fuck! Yes! Oh my God!”

An orgasm stabs through me so hard and fast that I am dazed when he tosses me on the bed and disappears into the closet. “On your belly, ass up,” he says. I whine but do as he says. I get no warning before he shoves a massive dildo into my ass, making me scream again. It starts fucking me insanely fast, and I realize that it’s a machine when he steps away from me. He has it heavily lubricated so that it slides in and out of me with ease. It feels so goddamn good. Jett carefully maneuvers me so that it can continue to fuck my ass while he has me on top of him.

“Oh God,” I moan when he matches the machine’s speed and starts alternating strokes with it. As the machine slams into my ass, he is pulling out. He grunts and groans as he fucks me, and I am screaming out as orgasms punch through me. Finally, he comes, but he stays buried while the machine continues to fuck me.

“Look at you, my pretty little slut,” Jett coos as he watches me fall apart. “Fucking greedy for more, aren’t you?”

“Goddamnit, it feels so good,” I whine.

“Then come for me, Bex,” he encourages. “Let me feel it, baby.”

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” I moan as my eyes roll back and my pussy tightens around Jett’s cock. He groans deeply, then pulls me off the machine so I can lie on the bed beside him. He gets up so he can clean and put away the machine before cleaning me.

“Jett?” I ask when he lies beside me.

“Yes?” he asks.

“Do you use that to fuck your own ass?” I ask, and he laughs heartily. “I’ll take that as a yes. I am definitely pegging you.”

“You think so?” he asks with a smirk.

“Mhmm!” I laugh.

“I’ll tell you what, if you can overpower me, you can have free rein to do whatever you want for… six hours,” he says, kissing me.

“Sounds easy,” I laugh.

“But if you fail and I get you… I’ll hook up two and leave you there for six hours straight,” he warns.

“Deal. I might even suck your dick while that machine is on high. I wonder how many times I can make you come before you start crying?”

“I’m going to make you regret giving me complete control,” he says, kissing me.

“Looking forward to it,” I say sweetly. “What now?”

“Now… You are mine,” he says, gently kissing me.

“He’s going to come after me,” I say. “He… I think he was going to… sell me.”

“What do you mean?”

“This morning he told me that I was going to go with a friend of his for a few days to see how the match was,” I say. “That’s mostly why I called you as soon as I could.”

“That’s… Baby, he was trafficking you,” Jett says.

“No, he…”

“Yes, baby. He was selling you. That’s trafficking. Did you ever see the same people more than a few times?” he asks.

“Well… no. He knows a lot of people, though,” I defend.

“Rebecca, honey. I know you are smarter than that,” he says.

“If I admit that… then it means I let it happen,” I say.

“He brainwashed you, Bex. Where is your phone?”

“In my bag. It’s busted,” I say. He jumps up and disappears. A few seconds later, I hear banging. I grab his shirt and pull it on before finding him in the kitchen, taking a hammer to my phone. “What the fuck are you—?”

“How did he find out we were texting?” he asks.

“I… don’t know,” I say.

“I’ll get you a new one,” he says, picking his own phone up from the table.

“Who are you calling?” I ask.

“Levi,” he says.

“I’m so glad he let y’all get close again,” I say. “Why him?”

“Because he and his wife are great at tracking people. I wanna know what Garrett is up to,” he says.

“Hey,” Levi says as he lays his phone on the coffee table.

“Hey. I have a problem. Are y’all free?” Jett asks.

“We are. What’s wrong?” Levi asks.

“Bex is here… at my house,” Jett says.

“Uh oh,” Levi says. “What happened?”

“Garrett has been trafficking her. She’s in denial, but he’s getting paid to let men rape her. He rapes her. She called me crying, so now she’s here. I smashed her phone, but… I don’t want to come there because you have Charlie now. Wilder and Macie have Janie. She’s been here for almost two hours with that phone on.”

“Shit. Okay… uh… We are out right now. Mom and Dad have Charlie for the weekend, so meet us at the office,” Levi says.

“Okay. I don’t know what to do. He…”

“I know she can hear me. If you panic, so will she. You two feed off each other’s energy, so just breathe and meet us. Okay? Make sure you aren’t being followed, though,” Levi says calmly.

“Right. Okay,” Jett sighs. “We will get dressed and be there soon.”

“You fucked her already, didn’t you?” Levi laughs.

“It was fuck her or get fucked by her. I chose to not get overpowered by a tiny brat,” Jett laughs.

“Monster,” I say, and Arden giggles.

“Must be a family trait,” Arden remarks.

“Trauma must make dicks bigger,” I say, and Jett chuckles.

“Interesting that you can reference it at all,” Levi says.

“I think it’s different with me,” I say. “We will meet y’all soon.”

“Glad you’re out, Bex. We will handle this for you, okay?” Levi says.

“Not at the expense of your family, you aren’t. I’ll be…” I start saying, but Levi hangs up on me. “Ass.”

“You know he won’t listen to that bullshit, Bex,” Jett teases. I watch as he pulls a sundress and sandals from my bags before turning and pulling his shirt off me. He puts the dress on me before softly kissing my lips.

“Do I get panties?” I ask.

“What’s the point?” he asks. “I’m just going to rip them off.”

“Good point,” I laugh. “We aren’t staying here, are we?” I ask.

“No. Let’s meet them first, and then we can talk about it,” he says.