Junior Justice CONNERTON ACADEMY 3
CASSIE HARGROVE
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TW/CW
Book 3 has a lot more BDSM with dom/sub elements to it, and may not be suitable for everyone.
Contains:
- Spanking
- Light degradation
- Use of a flogger and crop
- DP
- Unaliving, torture, and death are also among the triggers in this series.
1
Harleigh
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been sitting on this floor, chained to the goddamn wall.
It can’t have been that long, though, because I know Lucifer and Dad will have a plan, but fuck me if I’m not just slightly worried about what’s to come.
Paul is unhinged, and after admitting he wants everything from me, I have zero doubt in my mind he will be coming back to collect on his desires before long.
As if summoned, the door to the room opens, and the room floods with light, temporarily blinding me.
When my eyes adjust, Paul is standing in front of me with a smile that clearly shows the insanity lying within him. I don’t know how no one saw it sooner, but here the fuck we are.
“How are you feeling, love? That floor must be cold. Stand up. I’m going to bring a chair in for you to sit on,” he says, moving to the door.
I watch as he pulls in a folding chair, and reluctantly stand up. As much as I want to tell him go fuck himself, I also don’t want to sit on the floor anymore.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and he cups my cheek.
It takes everything inside of me not to throw up at his touch, but I have to bide my time by playing his game.
“I would do anything for you, dear. I think these past several months are a testament to that,” he states, caressing my cheek.
I nod and try to meet his eyes. “Why am I here?” I ask him once again, and he sighs.
“We have been over this. I loved your mother, but she was a slut, and I couldn’t have her. You look just like her, you know.” He leans into me, running his nose along my neck, making me shiver in silent disgust. “You smell so much sweeter, though.”
“Y—you wanted my mother… but why me? I’m nothing like her,” I whisper softly as I fight back the urge to head butt him. As much as I’d get enjoyment out of it, that would just piss him off and lead him into one of two reactions.
One, he walks away in a ball of anger, or two, he hits me. I’m not really willing to take the chance on the second one at the moment.
“You may not be an evil bitch like she was, but you whore yourself around just the same.” He pulls back, scowling at me. “You’re mine now, Harleigh. No more slutting it around for every dick you come across. Mine is the only one you will have from now on.”
I whimper, and it seems to turn him on.
“Please don’t.” I speak softly, and he lets out a dark chuckle.
“That’s it, love. I want all of your begging.” He grips my hair in his hand, and pulls it tight, jerking my head up. “I’m going to take my time with you. There is no rush at all, and you need your rest,” he says, before slamming his cold, hard lips onto mine.
When I refuse to open up, he pulls my hair tighter, making me gasp, and his tongue slides its way into my mouth as he kisses me with disgusting cruelty.
I feel my hands warm, but will the powers down. They’re useless to me right now. Until I can find a way out of these shackles, hell fire won’t help me.
“Please untie me, Paul,” I beg against his mouth, and pull on the chains as he moans.
“Say my name again, love.” When I don’t immediately respond, he pulls my hair again.
