“What are you doing?” I scowled, wishing he’d let me go.

  He smelled too good. It was unfair.

  “Blocking their view.” His reply was a deep rumble in his chest.

  “Of what?” I asked, annoyed.

  “You.”

  “Why is that?”

  His hand pressed me harder against him, and it was then that I felt his erection. My eyes widened in shock, and I tilted my head back to look at him.

  Why was he hard? It couldn’t be because of me. We both knew I did nothing for him but piss him off.

  “Because they’re men and you’re basically naked.”

  His deep voice made me shiver. Or maybe it was the size of his erection that was causing that reaction.

  “I’m in a bikini,” I tried to argue, but my voice sounded breathless. “Ray-Ray runs around the shop dressed in less than this.” That was an exaggeration, but seeing her in his lap last night had stung. I knew what he did when I sat in his lap, and thinking about him doing that to her had made me feel things I didn’t need to be feeling.

  “I don’t give a fuck what Ray-Ray wears,” he whispered.

  Huck’s hand slid down to my butt, and he grabbed a handful of my bare bottom. The bikini had a small strip of fabric that might have covered the crack if I had a smaller rear end. He made a low sound in his chest as he began to knead my fat with his hand. I closed my eyes, I hated that this was turning me on because it was embarrassing.

  I didn’t want him reminded of my dimply bottom, and that was the only way I could find the will to try and move away from him. His hold, however, didn’t budge.

  “Stop,” I begged.

  “Touching your ass?”

  I nodded.

  “You of all people should know if you go around showing your bare ass, a man is gonna touch it.” His tone was condescending. It was like ice water being dumped over my head.

  I pushed harder against his chest. He chuckled at my attempts, as if they were amusing.

  Breathing hard, I glared up at him. “I thought I was alone. If you’ll let me go, I can go get dressed,” I hissed at him.

  He took that moment to move his other hand to my butt and then slipped a finger under the strip of fabric that was currently between my butt cheeks and pulled it out. I closed my eyes, wanting this humiliation to end. Both his hands were now squeezing my bottom, and he groaned.

  My eyes snapped back up to look at him. Why was he groaning? That sounded an awful lot like he was enjoying himself. My nipples were suddenly so hard that they ached. He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. Which was so not the case.

  “Legs around my waist,” he told me, and I didn’t argue.

  The pulsing between my legs wanted that very much. Something about him being able to pick me up so easily while he palmed my bottom was incredibly sexy.

  He started walking then, and the movement made my sensitive clit rub against the hardness beneath his jeans. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from making a noise that would embarrass me. I would ask where we were going since it wasn’t toward the house, but I was afraid I’d moan instead.

  “Fuck,” he muttered as he looked down, and his hands gripped me tighter.

  I glanced down to see what he was looking at and realized my nipples had popped free of the bikini top. My entire body felt like a live wire.

  “Pull them free,” he ordered me.

  I swallowed, unsure of what we were talking about. “What?” I asked.

  “Your fucking tits, Trinity. I want them both bare.”

  Oh. I looked back down at them and slowly lifted my hands up to do as I had been told. When they were no longer covered by any fabric, I glanced back up at him. He opened a door behind me then, and we walked into a dark room. This wasn’t the house, and I had no idea where we were, but at the moment, I couldn’t care less.

  Huck lowered me to my feet, then turned and pressed me against the wall before his mouth went to my neck. His tongue flicked out and licked at my flesh before he made his way down past my collarbone, then onto the tops of my breasts. Both of his large hands cupped my boobs, and he brought my left nipple to his lips. He made a sound that reminded me of a snarl before he bit down on it.

  I cried out at the sharp pain, although my vagina clenched with pleasure. Huck continued to suck and bite on my breasts, moving from one to the other. I could see marks left from his teeth on my pale skin, and it only made the ache between my legs worse. I was getting so desperate for attention in that area that I was close to touching myself so I could orgasm. I needed relief. I didn’t trust him not to leave me without finishing what he had started.

  When he began licking at my nipple as if it were a lollipop, I gave in and slipped a hand inside my bottoms. The moment my finger found my wet clit, I moaned, arching my back and pressing my nipple further into his mouth. Huck stopped. I wanted to scream.

  My eyes snapped open, and I realized it was about to happen again. He was going to leave me wanting. Walk away with no backward glance. I might kill him this time.

  His hands grabbed my bottoms and yanked them down my legs as his gaze locked on my hand buried between my thighs. He reached up and took his sunglasses off, tossing them aside.

  “Don’t let me stop you.” His voice was steady.

  He was going to watch me and not touch me. The image of that only turned me on more. Fine, if he wanted to watch, it was better than him walking away. I began to move my finger again, sliding it in and out, enjoying the pressure on my aroused clit. I could hear my own juices as I brought myself closer to a climax. I might be a virgin, but I’d been masturbating for years. This was something I could do.

  My body began to shake as I drew closer. With my eyes closed and my head thrown back against the wall, I prepared to feel the sweet pleasure rush over me. My hand was suddenly pulled away, and my eyes opened as I cried out. I had been so close.

  Huck took my hand and began to suck on my fingers. Oh God, that was something I never wanted to forget.

  “Fucking honey,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

  He held my hand in his mouth and sucked some more while moving his other hand between my legs. I held my breath, watching him, until his fingers slid over my needy spot before he shoved one of his thick fingers inside me. I screamed his name, and he let my fingers pop out of his mouth.

  I began to ride his hand. The last time this had happened, he’d left me wanting and humiliated.

  This time, I was so desperate for release that I would finish myself off if I had to and deal with his rejection later. The build was more intense than it had ever been, and I grabbed his shoulders as I felt a tremor run through me. He was hitting something inside me that I’d never touched before. I knew I was close, and suddenly, the power of it began to scare me just before I felt an explosion that made my entire body convulse. The wetness that gushed from between my thighs should have been a concern, but the nirvana my body was currently in as it shook uncontrollably made everything else fade away.

  I heard myself crying out Huck’s name, but it sounded like it was far off. I held on to his shoulders, and my knees buckled beneath me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist and held me up as more tremors racked through me, bringing even more pleasure as I moaned.

  When I finally came back down from the world’s best orgasm, I remembered the gush between my legs, and I tensed. Oh dear God, had I peed on him? My eyes widened in horror, and I stared at him, expecting to see a similar expression.

  He didn’t look disgusted or horrified. Instead, he was watching me with a feral-looking expression. I was still gasping for air. Dropping my eyes to between my legs, I saw the wetness running down my legs and some on the floor. That wasn’t normal.

  I covered my mouth. “Oh God! What did I do?” I asked, although my words were muffled by my hand.

  “You’ve never done that before?” Huck’s deep voice sounded surprised.

  I couldn’t look at him. I shook my head.

  “Not even during sex?” he asked.

  I’d never had sex, but, no, that would have been traumatizing if I had. I doubted I’d ever let a man touch me again, for fear of doing it.

  “God, no!” I said, panicked.

  Huck ran his hand up my leg, and I winced as he touched the wetness. How was he not grossed out right now? This had gone from the best moment in my life to the worst. Okay, not the worst, but still humiliating.

  “I’m sorry,” I told him.

  “Trinity”—he said my name in a way that made my eyes snap up to meet his—“you’re a fucking squirter.”

  If I could cry, I would. “What does that mean?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer. If it meant you peed during sex, then I was going to die a virgin.

  He ran his hand up my thigh with that same savage look in his eyes. “It means, if I ever stick my dick in you, I might never be able to stop,” he said slowly. Then, he jerked his hand away from me like I was diseased before standing up. “Jesus Christ,” he growled, then stalked away from me.

  “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what that means, but I swear it’s never happened before. I’m sorry,” I told him. But then no man had ever made me orgasm before.

  He spun around and looked at me. “You’re sorry?” he asked me. “Because you can fucking ejaculate? That I’m gonna think about you squirting on my dick all the damn time? Yeah, well, me too, baby. Me too,” he said, then headed for the door.

  “Wait, I don’t know where you brought me. Don’t leave me here,” I begged, bending down to get my bottoms.

  “Walk straight once you exit. The house is up ahead. We didn’t go far,” he replied, then swung the door open and stormed out as if he couldn’t get away from me fast enough.

  Did he mean ejaculate, like a man? Ewww.

  I covered my face and sank down to the floor. Wrapping my arms around my legs, I began to rock. I couldn’t stop it. I wasn’t strong enough to fight it off.

  Fourteen

  Trinity

  Thirteen Years Old

  I waited until I was sure the house was empty before leaving my room. Roy was here for his winter break, but Tabitha had taken him to church with her. Dad always went when Roy was here too. I had to be careful what I got from the kitchen to eat though because Tabitha kept track of everything. I had to get things she couldn’t be sure of exact amounts on, like peanut butter, shredded cheese, dry cereal, that kind of thing. Also small amounts. I usually got a little of everything I could.

  She’d told Dad that I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to join them for breakfast. I was standing at the door, listening for him to enter the kitchen so I would be safe to go eat. But she’d stopped that. It smelled so good, and I almost went out there anyway just so I could have some. My fear of punishment later was all that kept me from it. I’d wanted some bacon, but not bad enough to be forced to eat it until I vomited, then forced to eat my vomit.

  I took a spoon and filled it with peanut butter, then stuck it in my mouth. Turning to get a bowl for the cereal, I almost screamed when my eyes landed on Roy standing in the doorway, watching me. Why was he here?

  I swallowed the peanut butter, but it went down like cement. “You aren’t at church,” I said as the dread coiled in my stomach.

  He smirked. “Nope. Seems I wasn’t feeling well. Needed more sleep.”

  Did my dad stay home then? Hope sprang in my chest. If Roy hadn’t gone, then Dad wouldn’t go. I wasn’t going to be locked in the closet in the basement for hours, sitting in my urine.

  “Tabitha and Benjamin went on without us,” he said menacingly, as if he knew what I was thinking.

  I decided to get back to my room, and luckily, Roy didn’t stop me. However, he was behind me. Following me. I tried not to show panic or concern.

  Keep it cool. This is okay. I am fine.

  When I reached my door, I turned to close it quickly, but his hand shot out and stopped it.

  “Not so fast,” he said, shoving it open and making me stumble backward.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, glancing around for some kind of weapon.

  Sure, Tabitha would punish me if I hurt him, but sitting in a dark basement closet with bugs and peeing on myself because she wouldn’t let me out to use the bathroom was better than Roy being in my room.

  “Mom is going to be pissed when I tell her about the peanut butter,” he said with a smile curling on his cruel face.

  I would not beg him not to tell her. I refused to ask him for anything. I lifted my chin in defiance.

  “Act like you don’t care. I know you do. I was already planning on offering you something to eat before I found you in there, helping yourself.”

  Sure he was. I rolled my eyes.

  He snarled at me then. “Do you like sitting in the basement?”

  I said nothing. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

  “Take off your shirt and unwrap your tits for me. Let me see what my mom is so determined to keep hidden.”

  I shook my head and backed up to put more space between us. He closed that space and more as he continued toward me.

  “What? You enjoy eating your vomit? Starving? Pissing on yourself in a dark closet?”

  He knew I didn’t, but I wasn’t showing him my boobs either. They had started growing two years ago, and now, I was glad for the wrap that Tabitha wanted me to put around them. I didn’t want anyone seeing how big they were. She had said it was because I ate too much, but she didn’t let me eat most of the time.

  Roy reached for my shirt and grabbed it, then ripped it open, making the buttons pop off and fly around the room. “You want me to see them. Touch them. I’ll even suck on them. You’ll love it,” he said, grinning like a crazy person.

  I slapped at his hands and pushed him back, but he was stronger than me. The slap that landed across my face was so hard that my vision blurred and I lost my breath for a moment. Those few seconds was all it took for him to unhook the fabric wrapped around me and let it unravel and loosen enough for him to jerk it down.

  My boobs sprang free, and I screamed, kicking and hitting him. He didn’t seem to care. His awful, horrid gaze was locked on my chest as he licked his lips, then grabbed handfuls of them and squeezed hard.

  “They’re so big,” he groaned.

  Tears were streaming down my face as I pushed at his chest, begging him to stop. He didn’t look at my face or even act like he had heard me. His hands moved to my shoulders, and he shoved me down hard until my knees buckled and I fell to the floor.

  I watched in horror as he pulled his penis out of his pants. I shook my head and scrambled, trying to get away from him and up onto my feet. He made a sick sound in his throat and kicked me so hard in my ribs that I couldn’t breathe. Grabbing my side, I gasped for air.

  Roy straddled me and began rubbing his penis over my boobs. I was in so much pain that all I could do was cry and beg him to stop. I tried to get up, but it was impossible. He began moving his hand up and down his erection as he pressed it to my breasts. I felt like I was going to be sick. The peanut butter was coming back up my throat.

  “Stop! PLEASE! STOP!” I cried out, holding my side and trying once again to get up from the floor.

  Roy began grunting and calling me names. Talking about my demons, my being dirty, and how I loved this. I cried harder, wishing I were locked in the basement closet. At least there, I was safe from him.

  He let out an awful grunt, and a stream of white shot all over my bare breasts. When he stood up, he was smiling again. I heard the front door close, and Roy jerked his sweatpants up and gave me one last evil grin before turning to see his mother standing in the doorway of my room.

  She looked at me on the floor, holding my side with my breasts bare, and I thought she might throw up. I was about to, so that would make two of us.

  “What have you done?” she asked me.

  I shook my head. I was hurt, lying on the floor, my shirt had been ripped open, and there was semen on my boobs. What had I done?

  “She called me in here,” Roy said to his mother. “Jerked open her shirt and showed me her bare breasts. I’m sorry. I’m a guy, and I couldn’t help myself.”

  She looked at her son with a look that was normally directed at me. “Men are so weak,” she spit. “Go to your room and pray for forgiveness.”

  Roy hurried out of the room as Tabitha leveled her hate-filled eyes at me.

  “You fucking whore. Tempt my son with your disgusting obesity. You knew how he’d react to your bare breasts. You want to show them off. It’s disgusting. You are filthy!”

  I held my side and hoped she didn’t touch me. If she jerked me up right now, I was going to black out or vomit. I wasn’t sure which one.

  “Go wash my son’s sin from your body. I don’t want to see the proof of his earthly desires. God will punish you for what you’ve done to him. That is meant for his future wife and to produce children. Not to be wasted on you and your horrible body!”

  I was going to have to stand up. How was I going to do that? I leaned forward until the pressure wasn’t completely on my side. Then, I used one hand to balance myself and put my feet under me carefully.

  “GET UP! GET IT OFF OF YOU!” she yelled at me. “Benjamin will be back any minute with lunch. He doesn’t need to see the filthy whore his daughter is. You’ve always been possessed by a demon, but it is getting worse. None of us are safe in this house with you here.”

  Closing my eyes and holding my breath, I forced myself to my feet. A cry tore from my chest as the pain seared through my side. My eyes met hers, and I swore then that I’d never waste one more tear. I wouldn’t be weak. I would find a way out of this hell. This was going to end.