Fuck Kyler

The world dissolved into a white-hot haze of pain and violation as he drove himself into her without preamble. There was no gentleness, only a brutal, pistoning **** that stole the air from her lungs. His hands were like vices on her hips, digging into her flesh, pulling her back to meet each savage thrust. The cold metal of the desk pressed against her breasts, a stark, unforgiving surface against her skin.

This is your fault. The thought wasn't a whisper; it was a scream in the cavern of her mind, eclipsing everything else. You, Dad. You did this. Each punishing slam of his hips against her ass was a punctuation mark to her silent, furious accusation. The image of his back as he walked away from her in that hallway burned behind her eyelids, the casual, cowardly dismissal. The memory of his words, "You need to face the consequences," now seemed like a sick joke. Was this what he meant? Was this the lesson he wanted her to learn?

She could hear the wet, obscene sounds of their coupling, the slick slap of skin on skin echoing in the small office. The guard's grunts were animalistic, devoid of anything but a greedy, selfish need. He leaned over her, his sour breath hot on the back of her neck.

Kyler knew she'll find something on her dad. She'll get him back for this. Maybe a divorce from mom? Help Ava take half his money? See how he likes being powerless. She'll ruin him for this, this feeling of being used and discarded.

"You love this, don't you, you little thief?" he growled, his voice a guttural rumble. He fisted a hand in her hair, yanking her head back. The strain on her neck was sharp and immediate. "Answer me."

She **** a choked sob that sounded, she hoped, like pleasure. The lie tasted like acid in her throat. But her focus was razor sharp, honed by the fury coursing through her veins. It wasn't about the stolen jewelry anymore. It wasn't even about this brute grunting on top of her. It was about him. Her father. The man who was supposed to protect her, who instead had offered her up to the wolves, a sacrificial lamb on the altar of his own self-righteousness. He had walked away. He had left her here. He had done this.

The guard's rhythm became erratic, his thrusts more ****. He was close. Kyler stared at the scuffed linoleum floor, a single thought keeping her from shattering into a million pieces. Her dad will be punish.

https://www.patreon.com/JasonMaster