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She nods rapidly. I move the gun to her temple. Her eyes slip closed, but she stands tall like the queen she is. She has no fucking idea that in her weakest moment, she surrenders with the grace of a warrior.
“Hands on the bed.”
She opens her eyes and looks at the bed, then back to me. She shakes her head, but when I point the gun at Abbot, she puts her hands flat on the end of the bed, her body shaking.
She’s bent at the waist now, her perky ass sticking out and just begging to be taken. The blanket she was wrapped in on the floor somewhere, forgotten.
I step up behind her. With one hand, I pop open the fly of my pants and pull out my cock—that’s been hard since I saw them fucking on the cameras earlier. I don’t give her time to prepare. She doesn’t need it. She’s slick with Abbot’s cum.
I thrust into her hard, wanting her to hurt like she’d hurt me. Though I’d never admit that out loud.
Somehow, she snuck in under my defenses. If she knew the power she had over me, she’d lead me around by my dick. She’s proven she can’t be trusted. That’s okay, though. My black heart has no problem fucking her until she spills those white lies from her pretty pink lips.
“If you let go, it’s over. If you look away, I’ll make you get on the bed, and I’ll fuck you beside him.”
She doesn’t react. She just takes what I give her and doesn’t move as I fuck her. Closing my eyes, I put her through a punishing pace, trailing the gun down her spine.
She doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t utter a single word, as I remind her in the most brutal way who she belongs to.
She doesn’t react. She holds on tight and takes what I give her. When I cum, I fill her up, erasing Abbot and covering his essence with mine.
I pull free, knowing she didn’t come. She’s already had all the pleasure she’s going to get tonight. Did she really think I’d just let it all go?
Not a fucking chance.
I tuck away my cock and press a kiss between her shoulder blades. Standing, I grab one of her ass cheeks and open her up so I can see my cum run out of her. Mesmerized by the sight, I slide the gun through it, coating the barrel, before dragging it up over her asshole. She freezes. I bring the gun back down to her entrance and tease her pussy with it.
When her legs shake hard enough to buckle, I stop, wrap my hand in her hair, and tug. “Up.”
She stands, and I turn her. I hesitate at her haunted expression. She’s completely shut down. Even though I knew I needed to break her, I didn’t realize that seeing her shatter would break me, too.
I ignore the unsettling feeling coiling inside me like a snake ready to strike and bring the gun to her lips. “Open.”
She locks her eyes on mine and opens her mouth. I press the gun between her lips, but nothing. It’s like I just hollowed out everything that made her, her.
Shoving the gun back into my pants, I gently take her hand and walk her from the room. I close the door, leaving Abbot in the same position he was in when we entered, completely unaware that Starling just traded his life for hers.
I take her back to her room and tell her to get washed up. I watch as she walks robotically into her bathroom and closes the door. I listen for the sound of her crying but hear nothing.
When the shower turns on, I turn toward the open closest and notice the gift I left for Starling, still wrapped, sitting on the top shelf. I lift it out and run my finger over the bow, unsurprised she hid it out of sight. I put it back and focus on the task at hand.
I pull out a knee-length white sundress with laces at the chest and place it on the bed. Staring at her shoes, I opt for a pair of white Converse and toss a long belted gray coat on the bed with the dress. I don’t bother with underwear. She won’t need any.
Leaving her for a moment, I jog upstairs and throw a few things I might need into a bag and toss it over my shoulder before pulling out my phone and calling Atlas.
“This better be good,” he answers.
“I need to borrow the plane for the night.”
“Anything I need to be worried about?”
“No. I’ll have it back by tomorrow.”
“That’s fine. Call if you need me. I’ll answer as long as I’m not inside my wife.” He hangs up.
I shove my phone in my pocket and head back down to Starling’s room. I can still hear the shower running, so I drop the bag on the floor and walk into the bathroom. The steam billows out around me as I walk toward where she’s standing behind the glass wall, looking down at something in her hand. When I reach in and turn the water off, she continues to stare at her hand. I follow her gaze and see her holding a pink razor.
“What are you doing?” If she thinks she’ll be able to hurt me with that, she’s sadly mistaken.