Page 127 of In Darkness We Claim

She moves her head closer to mine, my breath catching at her unexpected move as her lips stop just beside my ear. Her voice is barely above a whisper, and because of the way my body blocks hers, nobody in the room can see she’s talking to me, let alone hear her. “Why are you doing this?”

I have to ignore the sheer fucking plea in her voice, giving her an icy stare in return. “It was brought to my attention that since your father isn’t being punished, it should fall to his next of kin, which is you.”

“You don’t have to listen to them,” she replies, but we both know that’s bullshit.

“I know, but I want to.” I make sure to sound like as much of an arsehole as I can, and the way her nose wrinkles in disgust confirms I’ve achieved that goal.

“You promised you’d never let anyone see me like this.”

I shake my head, ignoring the tiny slices to my heart with each awful thing I say to her. “Actually, I promised to never share you. Either way, I’ve changed my mind. Call me a liar, I don’t care.”

Before she can argue back, I slam two fingers into her pussy, dragging a yelp from her lips that quickly turns into a moan as I stretch her out. I keep my rough thrusts quick and deep, filling her as much as possible as the heel of my hand hits her clit.

As she lets out a reluctant moan, I turn to face the crowd, making sure to position my body in front of hers as much as I can. To everyone looking on, they will just think I’m in the best position for what I’m doing, when in reality, I’m trying to make sure these fucking arseholes see as little of my girl as possible.

I need to do this, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy on them. I’ve already made a mental note of everyone here who is ogling my girl, and I will make them pay whenever I get the chance. Every Crow Pledge got an invitation to witness Harper’s punishment, but these are the only fuckers sick enough to attend.

“Look at this little slut. She’s so fucking wet, moaning for me even after I tanned her arse,” I gloat, not slowing my brutal thrusts.

Harper’s cunt walls flutter around my fingers, and as they tighten, Harper lets out a whimper that tells me she’s nearing an orgasm, no matter how much she tries to avoid it. She fixes her gaze on me, silently pleading with me, but it’s not clear whether she wants me to stop or to let her come. Either way, what she wants doesn’t matter.

I rip my fingers from her eager cunt, her groan filling the room as she sags against the ropes holding her upright. “Did you want to come, slut?”

She doesn’t respond, just continues to look at the floor as she pulls in gasps of air, her body trembling all over. I slap the palm of my hand over her tit, before doing the same on the other side, making sure to flick my finger against her nipple as I make contact.

She yelps loudly before lifting her head to glare at me. “Use your words, whore.”

She scowls at me, venom bleeding from her eyes. “Yes, I wanted to come,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Good little sluts know how to beg, so why didn’t you?”

I move the wand that’s still in my hand between her legs, turning on the vibrations once I have it in place over her clit. I press down hard when she doesn’t answer, a guttural groan ripping from her throat as she rocks her hips against the wand. Well, as much as she can, given the ropes tying her in place.

“Does that feel good, slut?” I ask, making sure she knows I’m not using the word slut the way I normally do when we play. The edge to my tone makes it obvious I’m using it negatively, even though it fucking kills me.

My dick isn’t even twitching in appreciation of this gorgeous girl moaning for me, because it’s all fucking tainted by the people watching, and what has to happen next.

“Yes,” she grinds out.

“I want you to tell everyone how you feel, and describe exactly what I’m doing to you. Show them what a dirty little whore you are.”

Tears stream down my face as she lets out a shuddering sigh, her body seeming to deflate as she loses the last bit of defiance that was holding her head high. Her expression turns blank as she rocks her hips against my hand, the last of her spirit breaking.

I didn’t realise how much it would fucking hurt to break her like this, but my heart fractures into a million pieces as her tiny voice projects to the vile people watching. “It feels so good against my clit. I-I…I’m so close…because I’m…I’m a dirty whore.”

I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at the pain written on her face. It’s so much worse than the physical punishment I inflicted, and my stomach sinks as revulsion slivers through my veins, corroding every bit of light she gave me, leaving me in darkness.

“Tell them how wet you are,” I say, my voice just as empty as I feel.

“I’m dripping onto the wand, so wet…because I’m a nasty slut.”

Fuck, Harper sounds just as robotic as me; like the most badly acted porn film. Yet the arseholes in the crowd are cheering and shouting derogatory comments like they can’t even tell.

Each time someone calls her a vile name, it chips away at Harper, and a bit more light leaves her eyes, until she’s left with nothing but a vacant stare. Her normally bright blue eyes look dull and lifeless as she tells me she wants to come, while the tears streaming down her cheeks very much suggest otherwise.

Feeling nothing but utter repulsion for myself, I move forward with the final part of my plan. I know Harper’s body better than she knows her own, and when I see she’s nearing her release, I press the two dripping wet fingers, that had recently been in her cunt, into her tight arse.

She screams as I shove them in hard, using only her juices as lube, which isn’t anywhere near enough. It’s rough and painful, but I rub the wand against her clit in the hope it will act as a distraction.