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[REBECCA]
Thrusting a second time inside Rebecca, I groaned. Fuck, she was so tight. I didn’t think I could hold on much longer and I was barely inside of her for a few seconds.
She was so responsive when I ate her pussy. When she came, I thought I was going to lose it right there like a fucking horny teen.
I was about to push back inside when I noticed her eyes. They were filled with tears and I saw the change right in front of me. Her beautiful green eyes slowly went blank…numb.
And that was when I realized that she was frozen underneath me.
“Rebecca?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
But she didn’t answer.
My heart stuttered almost painfully in my chest at the sight beneath me. She stared up at me like she wasn’t seeing me. Like I wasn’t even there.
Oh no, no, no, I chanted in my head, quickly pulling my cock from her wet heat.
“Rebecca?” I tried again, my hands shaking as I brought it up to her face, softly caressing her cheeks.
She flinched away from me and a single tear slipped from her eye, falling down her cheeks, leaving a single wet trail. And that sight broke my heart. It exploded until my body went numb with pain and anger.
Rebecca rolled on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest as she curled into herself. She sobbed quietly.
Rubbing a hand over my face, I felt something wet on my cheeks. Fuck, I sat on my ass as my tears unashamedly ran down my cheeks.
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be true. Not to my Rebecca. Not my sweet beautiful Rebecca.
Not my angel.
“Rebecca,” I whispered, moving closer to her, desperately trying to bring her back to me but she whimpered in fear and pain. She made a wounded sound and curled tighter into her body. I stopped any movement, my heart splintering open at her pain.
Bringing a trembling hand up, I placed it over my mouth as I choked back my tears.
The darkness settled around us, throwing us back into the pit of pain.
Closing my eyes, I sank my head in my hands
.
I didn’t want to believe it.
I didn’t want to believe that my Rebecca had to go through this pain.
But as much as I hated to admit it, as much as I wished it wasn’t true…
My guess was right all along.
Rebecca had been raped.
I wanted to pound that bastard’s face. Whoever he was, he would pay in the worst way possible.
The signs were right there in front of my eyes. I saw them. All of us saw them but we didn’t want to think the worst. We didn’t want to believe that Rebecca had gone through this.
But I knew what she had been through. My cold, unfeeling, fucking heart felt it. Her pain.
Rebecca’s small body was shaking violently with her cries. And as she curled herself tighter and buried her face in the pillow, my chest grew tighter. My heart ached at the sight of her looking so broken.
But apart from the searing pain filling my chest, I felt immense fury. Deep anger and resentment at the bastard who has brought tears to her eyes.
He was a dead man walking. I was going to get my hands on him soon. But not before torturing him until he would beg me for his own death. And then I would gladly send him to hell.
But at that moment, what mattered most was Rebecca.
I would let my anger out later. I would spill blood later.
I couldn’t let the monster out yet. I had to rein in the need to kill.
Inching closer to her, I brought my hand forward to touch her but she flinched away and sobbed harder. She pressed herself harder into the mattress and I heard her mumbling something incoherent. Her words were lost in her cries.
“Rebecca,” I whispered gently, trying to coax her.
But my next words were cut abruptly when I saw her hands moving blindly under the pillows. Her eyes were closed tightly as she searched for something, her movements frantic and almost desperate.
“No, no, no, no…please no…” she mumbled between her sobs, her chest heaving with loud hiccups as she continued to cry.
When realization dawned at what she was looking for, I quickly jumped off the bed.
The jacket. The fucking jacket.
Quickly striding toward the sofa chair, I pulled on my sweatpants and went back to bed, getting in beside Rebecca. Lying down, I moved a little closer.
She didn’t open her eyes, but she went completely still as I moved closer, her muscles visibly coiling tighter in fright and tension.
“Shhh…” I soothed in a soft voice. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Jacket. I need my jacket. Please…I can’t…I need it…” She gasped through her tears.
She wasn’t getting it. Instead, she was going to have me.
This time, I was going to take away her nightmares and her pain. I was going to bring her back. And I would be the one to wipe away her tears.
Not my jacket. But me.
The blank eyes and the numb expression, I was going to change that.
I would bring my Rebecca back.
Moving just a little closer, I whispered, “Rebecca, open your eyes.”
At my words, she tensed. Her hands fisted and she recoiled backward, but I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my body. Rebecca let out a sharp cry. One that was filled with fear and panic. But as soon as her body made contact with mine, she froze, her hands landing flat on my chest.
“I’m here. I’m right here, Rebecca. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m right here,” I said into her hair, my voice soft and scratchy as I fought back my tears. Placing a kiss on her temple, I let my lips linger there. “Please look at me.”
But she refused to open her eyes. Instead, she moved closer against my body and curled herself into my embrace, as if she was hiding in me. Her hands trembled on my chest and I brought a hand up, grasping hers and holding them tight against my skin.
“It’s me. Artemy. I’m here. I’m with you, Rebecca, and I’m not leaving. We are going to get through this together. I’m here,” I continued in a soothing voice. “Can you feel that?” I asked, holding her hands over my wildly racing heart.
It took me some time to bring her back from the black pit and painful memories she was thrown back in again. I coaxed for hours. Rebecca continued to cry, each tear breaking my heart further. I filled her ears with gentle, soft words, hoping that it would make a difference. Desperately hoping it would bring Rebecca back to me again.
I didn’t know how long it had been, but then I saw a change. A slight change that made my heart leap with pure elation and intense relief.
Her sobs slowly diminished into quiet hiccups and she buried her face into my chest, resting her cheek right over our entwined hands.
Rebecca let out a barely audible soft sigh and I felt her tense muscles start to loosen. She completely relaxed into my arms, letting her rigid shoulders drop with another sigh.
My arm tightened around her waist and I placed another kiss on her forehead. “You’re safe. I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”
Those words were a vow that came from within me and my cold, broken heart.
And they were a vow I would never break.
Rebecca was mine. My sweet, innocent Rebecca.
And I protect what’s mine, I thought, looking down at her in my arms.
Her eyes were closed and she settled against my chest. I could feel that Rebecca was quickly letting go, surrendering herself to sleep, fatigue, and mental stress. Her cheeks were red and tear-streaked.
Removing my hand from her hips, I quickly swiped away her tears before wrapping her in my arms again. She mumbled something quietly and then sighed sleepily.
“Artemy.” My name was a whisper against her lips.
And then to my utter surprise a small, barely visible smile appeared on her beautiful red lush lips. It was as if she was dreaming, her mind elsewhere.
At her peaceful and sleepy expression, the unbearable tightness in my chest slowly started to loosen until I could breathe normally again.
Placing another kiss on her temple, I left my lips there as I closed my eyes, letting myself relax against her too.
“Sleep, angel. I will watch over you,” I whispered against her skin.
In a matter of seconds, her breathing evened out, her chest moving softly and slowly up and down as she let herself go and succumb to her sleepiness.
But I didn’t sleep.
I couldn’t.
Because every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Rebecca’s eyes becoming blank and her face twisting in pain. It was all I could see, and the thought of her being in this much agony drove me mad.
The rage fueled deep inside of me.
And I couldn’t wait to unleash it on the fucker who had hurt my Rebecca.