Chapter 3 #2
It hurts too fucking much, and it feels so fucking wrong.
Then, I realize… This isn’t Law inside me, and I don’t know who the hell this is.
Terror explodes through me, my eyes snapping wide to only see darkness. I start fighting and bucking hard, scratching at the chest above me, nails raking down fabric.
“Get off me! Stop! Get the fuck off me!”
The stranger above me doesn’t stop, if anything, my struggle seems to make him fuck me even harder and deeper, groaning as they roughly strike my aching pussy without missing a beat.
“LAW!” I scream out, but a big, sweaty hand slams over my mouth and nose, crushing them shut.
The scream for my husband dies instantly, my words suffocated. My teary eyes bulge in pure horror as the brutal fucking continues, hips crashing against my tense thighs mercilessly.
I continue to thrash wildly beneath the heavy body, muffled cries vibrating desperately against their palm, but the lack of oxygen makes my head spin while the relentless rape tears through me.
“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, low and vicious, and that’s when I really know it’s definitely not my husband inside me.
Yet despite the shock of knowing, something sick and disturbing starts to happen, and my body begins to betray me.
Despite the burning agony and how much I’m struggling from how fiercely he’s taking me, there’s a traitorous heat that starts to spread low in my belly.
I grow wetter against my will, the slick sounds becoming louder as his wet shaft impales me. Every violent drag of his cock against my walls is sending unwanted sparks shooting through me.
No. No, please not fucking this!
Tears pour down my temples into my black hair, and I sob against his hand, shame flooding through me.
“That’s it… your sloppy little pussy is getting wet for me,” he growls, raping me even deeper, grinding against my clit.
I shake my head frantically, eyes squeezed tight.
“No!” I yell into his palm with terror, but the unwanted feeling only builds.
My walls start fluttering around him, clenching involuntarily as the pressure climbs higher and higher. My hips spasm, my thighs tremble, and the harder he rapes me, the closer I get.
I’m sobbing uncontrollably, hating how my body is chasing an orgasm even while my mind screams in absolute horror.
Then it suddenly hits me, and my back arches violently. I hold in the muffled cry that wants to tear from my throat as my pussy clamps hard around his cock, coming shamefully hard despite the trauma I’m experiencing.
But even as I come, fresh tears flood my eyes, feeling deceived and mortified by my own body.
How could I…? After fucking everything…
The second my traitorous pussy stops tightening around him, he yanks his cock out of me, and I’m left gasping and choking from his hand finally leaving my mouth.
Air rushes back into my lungs in desperate, broken wheezes while my body twitches, legs still spread wide like a used toy.
Sweat beads across my skin, and I throb while lying there staring into the darkness, my mind and body completely paralyzed.
Then the lights suddenly blaze on, and I jolt like I’ve been ripped out of a nightmare.
My legs snap shut on instinct, and I scramble backward so fast that I slam my half-naked body against the headboard.
The sharp impact jolts through my spine, but I barely feel it.
I curl instantly into a tight ball against it, knees drawn all the way to my chest.
And mentally I’m back where I used to be. Back living with my father. Back inside that filthy box.
Through the dark, messy strands of hair sticking to my tear-streaked face, my fluffy, red eyes sweep over the room in horror to see three men standing at the end of the bed. The same three who were at the event tonight, speaking with my husband.
But my heart stops completely, shattering into a million jagged pieces when my gaze lands on the far right.
Law stands slightly apart from them, hands tucked casually into his pockets, staring straight at me with that cold, dead expression like he’s just watching a show he helped direct.
No… no, this can’t be real. This can’t be fucking real. He would never.
A broken whimper escapes my throat.
“Law?” My voice is small and barely audible.
He doesn’t answer, but his eyes gradually drag over my quivering, freshly fucked body with pure disgust.
“Did she come?” Law asks, his tone flat and filled with displeasure.
“Yeah,” the man on the far left replies—the same one I shook hands with earlier, and the answer hits me like a knife to the gut.
Oh God.
“What have you done?” I whisper, a single tear falling down my flushed cheek while I stare at Law. “What did you let him do?”
He stays silent, and the silence destroys me more than anything.
“WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!” I scream, lifting my head sharply as the full repulsion crashes over me.
“You let them come in here, into our bedroom, and rape your wife while you just stood there and watched?! And you have the audacity to ask if I fucking came?”
Law blinks slowly, completely unaffected like I’m nothing to him or never was.
I start hyperventilating, panic swallowing me whole, feeling like the room is going to collapse in on me. I try to move, to get out of here, but my body won’t listen—it’s locked, shocked and useless.
“Take her,” Law suddenly commands.
Reality hits like a sledgehammer, my eyes snapping up to see him turn and walk out of the room without a backward glance, disappearing into the dark corridor like I’m already dead to him.
Without warning, one of the men grabs my ankle in a bruising grip and viciously drags me off the bed. My body slams onto the hard floor, pain exploding through my bones.
“NO! PLEASE! NO!”
He pulls me across the floor like garbage, my half-naked skin burning against the wood as I grab desperately at nothing.