Chapter Fifty Six
-TRIGGER WARNING-
The following chapter contains actions that may be triggering for some. If you are triggered by sexual assault, please skip this chapter.
Raleigh
I wake a few hours later, snuggled up to my man and deliciously sore all over. Squeezing my thighs together, I bite back a moan at the ache that pulses between them. Shifting slightly, I look up at Lincoln, only to find his arm wrapped around the pillow covering his face and he’s still fast asleep but his hard cock twitches against my thigh, as if begging for my attention.
My mouth waters, excitement and need filling me as I trail my hand down his stomach, his stomach muscles clenching as my nails graze against each one before I wrap it around his shaft and begin moving my hand up and down, stroking him.
Lincoln thrusts his hips into my hand, releasing a sleepily groaned, “Fuck, baby.”
With my pussy dripping with need for him, I climb over him, straddling his hips, I rub the head of his cock through my wet folds, coating him in my arousal and begin lowering myself down onto his rigid length. “Fuck, I needed your cock,” I moan, closing my eyes as I rock against him, already on the berfy of cumming as he thrusts deep inside of me.
Flipping me over until I’m face down against the bed, he slams back inside of me then leans down and asks, “You love *my* cock, don’t you, Raleigh baby?” His voice is more clear this morning than it was last night, no longer a whisper, and it sounds different than usual.
“Lincoln?” I ask, his name ending on a moan as he slams into once more as I turn my head to look at him.
Except…I don’t find Lincoln’s dark hair and bright blue eyes staring back at me. Instead, I find dark blonde hair and brown eyes incased in a face that I know all too well.
“*B—Brady?*” I stumble over his name, unable to believe what I’m seeing as trying to crawl away from him. I don’t manage to get more than an inch as he grasps hold of my hips and impales me with his cock, forcing a scream so loud that there’s no way that his housekeeper or maid, or whatever Julia is to him, didn’t hear. “Please!” I beg, kicking out at him as I continue to try to get away from him. “Stop! Don’t do this!”
“Fighting me only makes me harder,” Brady growls against my ear, his hands reaching out grasping ahold of both of mine and pulling them to the middle of my back and shifting them to one hand before wrenching them up higher, effectively locking me in place.
“Julia!” I scream. “Help!”
Brady’s laughter comes out menacing sounding as he pounds into me harder, my pleading for him to stop and cries for help doing nothing to stop him or slow him down.
“Julia isn’t going to help you,” he murmurs before nipping at my ear. “She works for me, not *you*, Raleigh baby.”
*Raleigh baby.*
*He’d been calling me that all night, giving me a subtle hint, and I was too caught up in what I wanted to be the truth and the things he was making my body feel to see what I should have picked up on from the very beginning.*
*I’m still trapped here in this hell hole. Not back home where I’m supposed to be or with Lincoln at his house, wrapped up in his warm embrace.*
*I’m still a prisoner, and apparently not just anyone’s prisoner but* Brady’s *prisoner.*
*Brady, of all freaking people. Brady the person who claims that I belong to him. Brady, the person that Lincoln, my boyfriend, fought over me with.*
*Lincoln*
*Lincoln, my boyfriend…the guy who always calls me Baby girl.*
*Not Raleigh baby.*
“Please don’t do this…” I try again, trying to reach the man who's been like a brother to me for the better part of the last twelve years. “Just let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone. Just please…”
“Yeah…” he murmurs, as if thinking it over. “How would you explain where you’ve been for the last two weeks? What would you say?”
“Umm…” biting my bottom lip, I consider my options, knowing I can’t tell him that I’d go to Lincoln and tell him that I’d been abducted and held against my will. “I could say that I just needed some time. That things with Lincoln heated up really fast and then with your claims against my dad, it was too much and I just couldn't deal.”
“It’s possible that they’d buy it…” Brady says shifting his hips but not pulling out and letting me go. Instead, he tightens his hold and sinks in deeper. “But I don’t think it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“Is this really how you want me?” I ask, not able to associate the person in front of me to the man that I’ve known for my whole life, the man that I had thought was my friend. “By raping me?”
“Rape?” Brady continues his punishing pace, thrusting into me as if he’s unable to hold himself back any longer. He pushes my arms further up my back as he tightens his other hand on my hip, no doubt in my mind that he’s going to leave behind bruises. His hands tighten on my wrists and my hip as he growls, “You want my cock, you climbed on top of me and began bouncing on my cock, unable to get enough of it. That is not *rape,* Raleigh baby. You want me and my cock, just as badly as I want you and your sweet, tight little pussy.”
“No!” I cry, just as my orgasm begins to build and tears prick the back of my eyes.
*No! No, no, no, no, no!*
“I don’t want you!” I shout, my lower lip trembling as tears trail down my face. “I thought you were Lincoln.” Lincoln’s name comes out on a moan as my orgasm hits me, tearing through my body. “I thought you were my boyfriend,” I whisper, shame engulfing me as Brady stiffens above me as he finds his own release.
“Raleigh baby, I’m so much more than that,” Brady whispers placing a chaste kiss against the side of my face as I roll to my side, pulling the sheets over my naked body, I curl up into a ball and close my eyes as the extent of my betrayal hits me full force.
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