Chapter 20


    Chapter 20


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    I’ve never felt such pain as when the bullet pierced my skin. I heard a ng and knew it had gone all


    the way through but my god, the blood, my stomach churning, my screams all pierced the room and I


    saw Thomas’s face change.


    Why was he looking so f*****g pale when the bastard had just shot me.


    “Shhh Winter” he soothes, racing off and fetching a towel while I continue to shriek at the top of my


    lungs. When hees back he wraps it and looks at me contrite. “I wanted to make sure you couldn’t


    run off” he whispered and I re at him.


    “Well you seeded” I scream, my voice hoarse “it hurts” | sobbed. Yes I know I sounded like a


    coward but you try getting shot and see how pleasant it feels. I get some satisfaction that theres blood


    droplets on the damn baby doll.


    “There” he says soothingly and I can’t help but notice he’s put the gun down as hees over and sits


    beside me, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I swallow, my eyes beseeching him to stop, in so


    much pain I’m trying not to vomit, even as I miserably notice that the blood has started to stop trickling.


    Every single movement of my foot or leg brings utter agony and there’s no way I’m making it off this


    bed anytime soon.


    “All better” he says and I scowl at him. Is he serious? Does he think just because I have shifter blood


    that the injury bloody heals in minutes.


    “No” I shriek “not all better you bastard” I scream and before I can so much as blink, his arm swings


    back and hits me directly in the face as I cower underneath him.


    “Enough” he growls and I stiffen, forcing myself to hold back more screams, barely able to see through


    my eyes, they were that filled with tears. I see him bend down and then I felt bile rise up in my throat as


    he kissed me, his lips harsh against mine, one of his hands twining around to the back of my head and


    in my hair as he pushed against me.


    I struggle but am no match, not with how weak I feel and as he demands ess with his tongue I’m


    forced to open my mouth to him. His tongue touches mine and it’s all I can do not to gag, it’s that slimy


    feeling and I’m getting no pleasure from the way it seems like he’s licking my own. I heave a big sigh of


    relief when he finally pulls away and begin to heave fresh air into my lungs.


    “You taste so sweet” Thomas whispers and I shudder, watching as he begins to undress himself, my


    eyes looking away as he slowly peels his shirt off, kicking his unzipped pants and underwear down


    onto the floor. I don’t want to see it but it’s like my eyes have a mind of their own and I gulp as I see his


    erection. He’s big, wide and I can’t envision anything like that fitting inside of me, not without me


    screaming underneath him.


    “Please” I whisper, feeling numb inside. I know he’s not going to stop, not when he’s gone this far. He


    smirks at me as he slowly climbs onto the bed, my foot still uselessly lying still.


    “Don’t worry” he whispers into my ear as I stare dully at the ceiling “I promised to make it good for you


    remember. It’s your first time and I want you to remember it forever” he finished and I want tough,


    feeling hysterical. Oh I would remember this forever but not in the way that he meant.


    His fingers creep under my baby doll and I tense, feeling his hands against my breasts, squeezing


    them roughly. I cried out and he kissed me, stopping me from crying out any more and then he moves,


    kissing the nape of my neck, one hand effectively strangling me as he does. I want more than anything


    to pretend I’m somewhere else, that this


    His fingers move down to my panties and I gulp, feeling his hands roughly grip them, pulling them down


    my legs. He gets gentler as he remembers the pain in my foot and gently slides them off, a broad smile


    on his face. “You’re


    so lovely Winter, so beautiful” he says, his eyes zed and I wonder if he’s pretending that this is


    somewhere else,


    that I’m not screaming in his fantasy, because that’s what it was to him, pure fantasy. No way in hell


    had lever


    shown an ounce of liking Thomas and for him to be like this wasn’t something I had ever thought would


    happen.


    I need to do something because he’s already licking his lips and staring down at my p***y. I force


    myself to grab his arm, my eyes to look directly into his. “Thomas” | moan feeling disgusted in myself “I


    want you so badly” Iy it on thick and it works because he starts to stroke himself, making his c**k


    even more engorged as I try not to stare


    down at it.


    “Give me a moment” he grunts and I shake my head slowly at him, watching as he looks at me


    confused.


    “We need protection” | pant out “I don’t want to get pregnant and I don’t think your ready to be a father


    yet are you?” I cling to hope. Please say you don’t want to, please say you don’t want to I chant in my


    mind.


    He c***s his head to the side, a thoughtful expression on his face. “If I get pregnant we won’t be able to


    do this again” I say weakly and he narrows his eyes. I hope this is enough to persuade him. “I have a


    condom in my wallet” he mutters and reluctantly peels himself off me, giving me a small smile. He


    really is idiotic or just gullible, either way


    I don’t care if it works to my advantage.


    “Don’t move” he warns and then nces over at my foot with a sigh “not that I think you can” he adds


    and I give


    a small nod. He hesitates and then slowly moves towards the staircase, backing up with his eyes fixed


    on mine. I try to keep myself looking innocent, my breathing shallow, watching as he gets closer to the


    doorway. I know his wallet’s in a bowl by the front door and that he can be there and back within mere


    minutes but it might just be enough, that is so long as he doesn’t remember.


    The door opens and for a moment he stands there as though debating and then rushes out. I waste no


    time, hopping onto both legs and swearing profusely under my breath as pain richotes through my leg,


    stumbling towards the ce he’d left the gun. The i***t hadpletely forgotten he’d put it down or


    he’d underestimated my ability to move. I’d sooner cut my leg off than let the son of a b***h touch me


    anymore and my hand closes around the handle as I check the safety. Now I hold the key to getting out


    of here firmly in my hands and there is no doubt in my mind


    that I’m about to use it.