Chained (Caged Book 2) (2 page)

“Fuck!” he seethed when my forehead connected with his nose.

Using the opportunity, I rolled over and scrambled away.

“Not so fast.”

Kicking out when he slammed his body on me, squashing me face down into the carpet, I caught him in the shin and he hissed. “I think I like you like this. Face down, under me. Can you feel how hard my cock is, Kloe? Hmm, can you?”

“Bastard!” I spat, looking over my shoulder at him.

He grinned at me. I was struggling to breathe, the weight of him on top of me squashing my lungs when I heard him pull at the zip of his jeans.

“Don’t you dare!” I warned.

But he laughed. “I told you, Kloe. I warned you. You should have listened.”

I cried out when he forced himself inside me. Tears burnt my eyes and I clawed at the carpet.

But he moved slowly, surprising me. I couldn’t move beneath him. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t allow myself to feel. But slowly, tenderly, he moved in and out of me, his body rhythmically sliding up and down my back as his ragged breaths against my cheek became a melody that hurt my ears.

Nothing made sense. The brutal way he had trapped me, and then the soft way he took me. My mind went crazy, emotions clashing and turning reality into illusion, the way he fucked me gently making the rage turn to arousal. My body betrayed the moment, pleasure blending with the horror and forcing me to feel.

“Kloe.” Once again my name was forced, but this time it was said so very differently. The sound of it broke something inside me, the need and emotion in his voice scorching every fibre of my being.

This was wrong. So wrong. But subconsciously I relished it, craved for more. I needed him to love me, whichever way it came.

My head shook and I refused to allow it. I couldn’t allow it; it would take my sanity.

“NO!” I screamed out. “Stop it!”

Growling with a ferocity that stilled the blood in my veins, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “You feel that?” he growled. “I know you do!”

“No!” I sobbed. “No!”

He thrust harder and the moan of need that left me brought with it tears of denial. My head shook harder as he started to fuck me faster, needier, greedier. “You and me. This is us, Kloe. Accept who you are!”

“Never!”

He scoffed and I whimpered when he forced me up onto all fours, his cock still pummelling in and out of me. My heart broke with the way I didn’t try and escape, with the way I allowed him to break me more and more.

“Please,” I cried. “Please. Help me!”

I was losing lucidity, all sane reason twisting a jumbled heap of emotions inside me. I hated him, hated what he had done -
was
doing. Yet I craved him. I only breathed for him. My heart only beat for him. My body came to life beneath him, and I loved every fucking minute of it.

“Accept it, Kloe!” His fingers tightened around my throat. “Admit who and what you are!”

When I felt the push of cold steel in my anus, my eyes rolled and I dropped to the floor. He fucked me, both with his cock and the gun, each one dragging me into the dark haven of ecstasy. Fear heightened every sensation. Lust amplified every single vibration that rocked my body. Sin. Debauchery. Indulgence. Immorality. Each one fucked me as hard as Anderson. Each one of those things broke me in two when I accepted them. The orgasm that ripped through me tore at my muscles, dominating my body with unbearable rapture as it branded my black heart with its vileness.

I felt the rush of Anderson’s spunk spew inside me, his untamed roar as he came deep within me dragging me into the pits of hell.

Where I belonged.

“What is wrong with you?” I screamed as I flung myself at him, my fists connecting hard with his strong chest, his furious face, and his bulky arms. “You’re sick!”

He stood firm, unmoving, as I rocked his body with every one of my punches. Tears flooded from me, my broken heart searing my body with agony as I laid into him with an uncontrollable fury.

“I hate you!” I cried. “I hate you!”

“Good,” he whispered.

That single word broke through my crazy mind and I froze, my fists pressed to his chest. The beat of my heart stuttered as I lifted my eyes to his face.

His own tempestuous eyes locked me down. I had expected to be greeted with that cruel smile of his, but, instead, nothing but pain stared back at me. That single word didn’t just tear me in half, but him too.

“Good?” My own voice was quiet, forced, as I swallowed against the bile scorching my throat.

“You need to hate me, Kloe. It’s the only way.”

“The only way for what?” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear his answer. But when I heard it, I knew I didn’t.

“Hatred kills everything inside, Kloe. It eats at your soul until only blackness and the void of nothing remains. And then there’s nothing left to break.” He took a long breath and lifted his finger to one of my tears, pressing it into the skin of my cheek. “When I finish this, there’ll be nothing left of you, and death is so much easier that way.”

A shiver raced over me, the cold promise to his sinister words making my mouth dry with fear. Taking a step back from him, I tried to speak over the force of terror taking over. “W-what?”

Blinking, Anderson, bit into his lower lip and dropped his gaze from me. “You were the only thing he ever wanted. Well, Samantha was.”

My head started to shake as I took another step back.

“He sold me, his own child. And then he moved on to you.”

“No,” I choked out. I was struggling to stay upright, the humming in my ears making me feel faint.

“Yes.” His voice was cold, his gaze even colder. “He wanted to keep you, Kloe.” His sneer was full of disgust, of hatred. “He actually loved you. You were his little angel. His princess.”

Memories flooded my mind and I dropped to the sofa behind me as I tried to suck air into my lungs.

“Shush, princess. It’s okay.”

His hand stroked over my hair as I clung to Mummy’s cold, stiff body. “I want Mummy!”

“We have each other now, angel. I’m going to take good care of you. Mummy was tired with you. But I’m not. I’ll never tire of you, my sweet little girl. You’re mine now. And I’m yours. We’re together, as it should be. As it will always be.”

I cried into Mummy’s chest, begging that I could hear the thump of her heart in my ear again. She’d been cold for so many days, but it had just been me and her. Yet now Brian had come back, and it wasn’t just Mummy and me anymore.

“I hate you!” I screamed at him.

He tutted, shaking his head in chastisement. “Now, now, princess. You need to love me, or I’m afraid your tummy will go hungry again tonight.”

I knew what he meant. How Mummy had had to love him to fill our bellies. I couldn’t help but cry when his fingers started to lift my nightdress over the tops of my legs. I didn’t want to cry, I wanted to be a big girl for Mummy, but I was hungry. So very hungry….

“You can’t!” I begged Anderson, dropping to my knees before him. “Please.”

He closed his eyes and his throat bobbed hard but he inhaled deeply and re-opened his eyes. His glare was icy, his eyes freezing me from the inside out. “I don’t have any choice, Kloe. I need to end this. To watch the horror roll over his face when I snub out your life before him. To take from him what he always wanted.”

I stared at nothing, my mind blank. Terror glided through my veins, restricting my blood flow and turning the light-headedness into blackness.

P
ERFECTION.

The soft light skipped over her pale skin, highlighting each scar and making them dance for me. Her soft but full body swung in the ropes before me, her large round belly caressed in my hands, my fingers spread over the stretched skin.

My boy kicked me, telling me he knew I was there.

Kloe smiled, the blue of her eyes glistening with tears of delight. She was so amazingly beautiful when she was happy. And I’d given her that. I was the one who had filled her womb with what she craved, what she had once only ever dreamed of.

Crashing my mouth to hers, she moaned into me, the small puff of air flickering across my tongue and making me hunger for her even more.

“I love you,” she whispered against my lips. Her eyes were fixed on mine, the declaration of her words reflected back at me through her gaze. “I love what you do to me, Anderson. What you’ve given me.”

She waited. Like always.

Her soft lips moved with the touch of a gentle smile. “Even now.” She sighed. “Even now, after it all, you still can’t say it, can you?”

Blood filled my heart, making the next beat painful. I knew I loved her. I knew without a single doubt that she was the only thing that allowed my heart to beat. Yet my soul wouldn’t allow it. Even now.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes closing in ecstasy as I drew the tip of the blade between her breasts, slicing her with such delicacy that even the rush of blood to the surface was lazy and serene. “This….” I ran the blade over more skin, observing the fog of pleasure roll across her pretty face. “…This is all I can give you, Kloe.”

My cock slid between her closed thighs and I used the friction to give me the stimulation I needed. She swung in the harness and I lifted her legs around my waist, steadying her to me. Her huge belly pressed against mine, the trickle of blood smearing between our touching skin, but that only added to my excitement.

Kloe was mine in every way. And what she carried in her was mine. For the first time in thirty years, something belonged to me.

“You know I’ll never let you go, don’t you?” I breathed into the softness of her neck, nipping her skin with my teeth until the familiar taste of copper tingled on my tongue.

Her head fell to the side and she huffed. “And you know I’ll never let go. Never.”

She cried out, her eyes snapping open when I drove my cock inside her. Her walls gripped me like a vice, an act to verify her promise, as her legs tightened around my body. “Never,” she repeated as I started to plunge in and out of her with a fury I couldn’t keep up with.

Only when I was inside her, in the very depths of my wife, did I ever feel complete. Her love, her passion - they soaked me from the inside out, and electrified every one of my senses with feelings.

“Harder,” she cried. “Hate me, Anderson. Hate me!”

“Never!” I hissed through the clench of my jaw, my teeth catching the edge of my tongue and making me shudder.

“Yes,” she cried as she bucked her body against me greedily. “I need it. Please.”

Darkness bubbled in her eyes when I crushed her windpipe under my fingers, the frolic of her pulse beneath my palm making my balls jerk in delight.

“Yes!” she spat through the restriction on her voice box. “YES!”

Driving harder into her, a single tear seeped from the corner of her eye.

“My little wolf,” I growled as I slammed harder, shaking her in the ropes.

She winced and wrenched forwards, her face contorting in pain. She loved pain; it brought her to life, fed the need in her for retribution. Helped her to bury her past.

But this was different.

A shock of agony made her jaw drop and her eyes squeezed closed.

“Anderson…”

Her eyes rolled and I pulled out of her, quickly cutting the ropes. She fell into me, a fierce groan turning into a scream of pain as she doubled over. She dropped to her knees, her arms covering her fat belly as another horrific wail broke from her.

“Anderson…”

“Kloe?”

Blood. It was everywhere. Pooling over the concrete and spreading like a river around her, seeping over the pale grey floor and turning the basement into the epitome of hell it had always been.

“No!”

“I…” she choked out as vomit hurled from her, spraying me with the sickly stench. “Please…”

He’d won.

As I looked down at my wife losing consciousness in my arms and my son losing his life before me. I knew. I knew he’d won. After everything.

He’d won.

Even in death.