Scary silence.

Terrifying silence then in a sinister, soft whisper, My what?

The girls you find, the pretty ones that you take care of, you spoil then you get tired of and scrape off, I reminded him. Girls like me.

More silence and it was more terrifying, the room stifling such was his fury.

I kept going. He might be pissed, really pissed but I couldnt imagine hed hurt me.

So were over.

Nick told you that, he stated.

My arms clamped around his shoulders loosened and I tried to push away but his hold got tight so I stopped.

Yes, I answered belatedly.

Nick came to my house, saw you, told you that and you believed it and left me.

It was my turn to still.

And I did it at his tone which was scathing.

Then I whispered, Yes.

Left without callin. Left without callin at the very least to tell my motherfucking dickhead of a brother was in my house when he shouldnt be. He shouldnt even have a key, which is obviously somethin he hid from me then he lied to me when I took his other key. Then he talks shit to you about me and you dont call me about that either. You dont wait for me to come home and tell it to me. You just leave.

Uh-oh.

Knight.

Im gonna let you off me, Anya, then youre gonna crawl into bed on your own, cheek to the mattress, ass in the air and feel lucky we are not at my place. You need a cane, at least a strap but all I got is my belt and that might mark you so youre gonna take my hand.

A cane?

I didnt ask that.

He lied to me? I asked and it was the wrong thing to do. His arm got so tight, I couldnt breathe, his fist twisted in my hair and pain spiked across my scalp.

Both these went on for no more than a second before his hold loosened and he spoke.

Yeah. He lied to you. You know who hasnt lied to you?

Oh God.

Knight

Me, he growled.

Honey.

His arm and hand left me as he ordered, Crawl in bed, Anya.

Knight

Do it or I swear to Christ you wont sit easy for a week.

My pulse spiked but my limbs moved. I crawled into bed, my breath stopping and starting until I got to the middle. Then I put my cheek to the mattress, my ass in the air, my arms cocked at my sides.

The bed moved with Knight moving but I could only see his frame shadowed in the dark room.

Yank the drawstring, he ordered.

My hand moved and I yanked.

I no sooner did this when my pajama shorts and panties were yanked down to my thighs.

Spread your legs, Anya, wide, keep those tight.

I spread my legs until I couldnt spread them further as they caught taut on my shorts and undies.

Surprising me, his hand slid between my legs and my thighs quivered.

My baby is very lucky, he whispered, pressing in and rubbing and my fingers curled into the comforter. I love her pu**y, love this sweet ass. Tonight Ill make that ass throb but I love that pu**y so much, I wont wanna take it tomorrow with pain getting in my way.

I closed my eyes tight and put everything into keeping perfectly still.

His hand left me and the bed moved some more. Then nothing but I heard the swish and whoosh of clothes hitting the floor and when the bed moved again I knew he was coming back to me naked.

Oh God.

Viv was right.

Id jacked up.

Big time.

And this was scary, crazy, hot.

My thighs kept quivering.

I felt him above me then I felt his fingers curl into my camisole and pull it up. My head and arms went with it as he yanked it off and it was gone. But he caught my hair, gave it a rough, gentle tug and I came up to my forearms.

I wanna be hard and aching when I beat that ass red, baby, take my cock, make it ache, he ordered then another tug on my hair until I was on my hands. Then I felt his hand guiding his c**k to my mouth. The tip against my lips, he slid it light against them until I opened them and he surged inside, already hard.

Oh God. I liked that.

Scary, crazy, hot.

My neck arched back and I moaned against his cock.

No, he growled. Gonna f**k your face, baby.

Oh God!

He held my head back by my hair and he did just that.

And, God, oh my God, I loved every stroke.

He gave it to me and I took it. Slow, faster, harder, Knight using my hair to pull me to him as he thrust into me. When I was moaning, using everything I had to suck as he thrust and keep my fingers from moving between my legs, he slid out.

Cheek to the mattress, he commanded and I went down.

The bed moved.

Then Knight punished me.

Sharp, hard, stinging, I winced and flinched and gasped and only vaguely noticed his hand never came down in the same place twice.

Then he stopped and rubbed between my legs, hard, deep.

Then back to my bottom, again, again. The pain radiating down my thighs, tingling between my legs. My mouth was open but no sound came out because Id lifted my fist to press it to it. My other hand clenched the comforter.

Then back between my legs, finger hitting my clit, rolling, working me until I whimpered. Then it slid away and he was at my ass, the sound of his palm striking against my skin filling the room.

Then his fingers curled into my shorts and panties and yanked them down sharply, they rounded my knees then they were whisked away.

Up on just your knees, Anya, he ordered and I pushed up, breathing heavily and felt his hand at my belly, sliding down, curling in, cupping me as I felt his lips move to my ear. His middle finger sliding through the wet, he whispered, Babys soaked. Dripping. Daddys gonna eat you now. Youre gonna come on my face. You gotta grind down, baby, you do it. Take all you can get from my mouth. Right?

Right, I breathed.

Right? he repeated, his hand cupping my sex drawing up slightly.

Oh God.

Scary.

Crazy.

Hot.

Right, Daddy.

Thats it, baby. Stay still, Daddyll take you.

Then he did, positioning under me, his hands came to my h*ps and he pulled me down to his face.

Then he started eating me.

I was so ready, I instantly ground into him rocking.

One of his hands left my hip and wrapped around his cock. I knew it, partially watched it through the dark, heard it and felt his groans and growls between my legs as the pads of the fingers his other hand dug into me.