Chapter 130 - ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY

Chapter 130: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY

ANGEL

The mention of Daddy’s name sent rage blazing through me—which was probably his intent. He was trying to provoke me, to use my grief as a weapon against me.

To shame me.

This was humiliation.

And it was working.

His hand shot between my thighs before I could respond, fingers sliding through my folds with obscene familiarity.

"You were saying?" He held up glistening fingers, coated in my wetness. "Soaking wet, baby girl. Look at that. Your slutty little pussy gets nice and ready for anyone who bothers to touch it, doesn’t it? No standards at all. Just a warm, wet hole desperate to be filled."

"Don’t. DON’T,"

"Don’t what? Does this cunt even know the difference anymore?" He pushed two fingers inside me without warning, making me gasp at the sudden intrusion. "Between my cock and Vincenzo’s? Or is any dick good enough for this greedy little fuckhole? Does it even matter whose cum is dripping out of it?"

"Fuck you—"

"That’s exactly what you’re gonna do. You will ride my cock like you used to. You should be better at it now, don’t you? I bet you rode Vincenzo like the desperate whore you are." He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl, my teeth gritted until they ached.

I didn’t want this.

I DIDN’T want this. I DIDN’T.

Why? Why was my body doing this?

"Don’t touch me!"

"Why not? It’s my turn now to own this pussy. I bet you bounced on his cock and screamed Daddy while he fucked you stupid. Did you think about me? When he was inside you, did you ever think about whose pussy that really was? Whose cum trained this cunt to be so fucking responsive?"

Damien laughed filthy. Every word spoken from his mouth carnal. Meant to shame.

"STOP." I wanted to add please, I didn’t, because I knew that would only fuel him on.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to just die. It was what I deserved.

Damien didn’t care what I wanted, he was past listening. Like he was in his own fucking daze. He continued like I hadn’t spoken.

"Because this pussy is mine, Angel." Then his thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight circles that sent electricity shooting through my veins while I tried to resist with everything in me. "I trained this cunt. I taught it what it likes. Every time you came on Vincenzo’s cock, you were using tricks I taught you. I gave you those. He was just borrowing what belongs to me."

"Nothing about me belongs to you!" I thrashed against him, trying to throw him off. "I’m not your property! I’m not your fucking anything!"

I tried to pull away but his thick arm was pinned around my midsection now, holding me in place while his fingers worked inside me.

"Where do you think you can go?" He murmured against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "Do you even want to leave when you’re this soaked? When your pussy is clenching around my fingers like it never wants me to stop?"

Then his tongue traced the shell of my ear, hot and wet.

I shuddered before I could help it. "Mmm, you still like that." His tongue dipped inside my ear, swirling slowly while his fingers kept their relentless rhythm inside me.

His fingers pumped deeper, faster. My body was betraying me, hips rocking into his hand despite every screaming protest in my mind.

"That’s it, baby girl." His breath was hot against my wet ear, making me shiver. "Fuck yourself on my fingers while I eat this pretty little ear. Show me how much you’ve missed this."

"I haven’t missed anything about you!" His tongue plunged into my ear canal, swirling, and I couldn’t stop the whimper of horror that escaped. This was happening. He was going to make me want this.

"Listen to yourself." He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing my ear with every word. "Moaning for me already. So wet I can hear it. Your slutty little cunt is making such pretty sounds, Angel. Squelching around my fingers like it’s trying to suck them deeper."

"I hate you—" The words came out broken, desperate. "I hate you so much."

"I know." He thrust his fingers deeper, harder, and I bit back on a cry that wanted to escape. His tongue returned to my ear, tracing every curve, every fold, claiming it as thoroughly as his fingers were claiming my pussy. "But you’re still dripping all over my hand just like I said you would."

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips, smearing my own wetness across my mouth.

"Taste that," he ordered. "Taste how much your body wants me. How wet and ready you are for the man you claim to hate."

I turned my head away sharply. But he grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open, pushing his slick fingers inside until I could taste myself on his skin.

"Does it taste good? That’s the taste of betrayal, baby girl. It’s what your slutty cunt does behind your back. Gets all wet and ready for Daddy while you’re still crying about Vincenzo."

I bit down on his fingers. Hard. He didn’t even flinch. The sicko just smiled wider.

"Harder," he said, his eyes glittering with dark amusement. "Bite harder. Draw blood. Show me how much you hate me while you soak the sheets beneath you. Give me everything you’ve got."

I released his fingers with a snarl. "You’re disgusting."

"So you’ve said. Multiple times now. Getting a little repetitive, baby girl." He held up his fingers, blood from my bite mixing with the slickness of my arousal. "But you’re still wet. Blood and cum. Pain and pleasure. That’s us, Angel. That’s always been us."

He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear, his tongue tracing one final, possessive circle that made my whole body shudder despite every ounce of hatred in my veins.

"I know what you really need. You need to be broken and fucked and used until you can’t think anymore. Until all that grief and rage and guilt just... disappears. And that’s exactly what I’m going to give you, baby girl. Whether you want it or not."