Chained (Caged #2)(3)

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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*cked 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….