ASHLEY’S POV
God, I hate him.
I’m only just realizing how much.
I struggle against his grip, but it’s useless—easily the most impossible thing I’ve ever tried.
Before I can respond, he shoves my face against the wall, thrusting into me at a punishing pace that nearly breaks me.
“Tell me you love how this dick rams into your pussy.”
”Say it,” he demands, tightening his grip around my throat while his other hand fists my hair, yanking my head back.
“Say, ‘Matt, please fuck me harder.’ I want to hear you beg like the desperate little slut you are.”
I gasp, tears spilling down my cheeks, but I still refuse to force the words out.
“Never… I won’t do that.”
”Let’s see then, little princess…” Matt croons, slamming into me so deep my vision blurs.
The slap of skin against skin turns obscene—loud, relentless, constant.
He spanks me again, right on the same sore spot, then reaches around and pinches my nipple hard.
“Let’s see how much restraint you have,” he hisses, his hips snapping without mercy.
“You’re dripping down my balls and still lying to me?
I can feel you squeezing me.
You love it.”
”Say my fucking name, or I’ll keep this up until you can’t walk.”
I try to stay silent—try to fight the building pressure—but another brutal thrust and a sharp slap across my ass tear a whimper from my lips.
He laughs again, low and cruel, then shifts, grinding deep instead of pulling out, circling his hips so the head of his cock drags against that spot inside me that makes my legs shake.
“Beg,” he whispers against my ear, licking my lobe.
I clench my jaw, tears streaming, my body betraying me with every slick thrust… but I still refuse to say his name.
Until his pace increases.
My whole body tenses, then convulses—I am right there.
So close.
His cock driving in and out only pushes me closer to the edge.
A gasp breaks free.
“Oh my God… Matt… Matt—Matt…”
”Perfect… Beg me to let you come,” he demands, voice rough, a growl vibrating behind me.
I shake my head weakly.
“No…”
”Then I guess you want me to stop,” he threatens, slowing his movements just as he speaks.
“No—please, Matt…” The words slip out before I can stop them.
“Please let me come, Matt.
I’m so close… please…”
He chuckles darkly.
“So much begging, princess.”
Before I can even process it, my body breaks.
A cry rips from my throat as I scream his name, my body spasming uncontrollably around him.
He immediately chases his own release, his thrusts turning erratic, his cock pulsing as he comes.
Minutes later, I’m done dressing.
I smooth my dress, my gaze darting everywhere but his face.
He grabs his clothes, buttons up his trousers, then stalks over and adjusts his jacket before reaching for his cowboy hat.
“That was fun, princess… but that doesn’t mean you’ve paid for even half of your sins yet.”
”Nothing is worth my Daisy.
Not even your life,” he adds.
I shoot him a glare.
“I’ve told you,I didn’t kill Daisy.”
”Don’t ever say her name!” he growls.
I scoff.
“Like I care to say her name.
I’m done explaining myself to you.
Think whatever you want, Matt.”
I bolt toward the door but suddenly pause in front of it, hesitating.
What if someone is out there?
What if they see us coming out together?
A dark chuckle leaves his lips.
“What, princess… scared to walk out?”
I hiss under my breath.
Reaching for the doorknob, I turn to him.
“Stay back. Get faster updates on g.com.
Walk out five minutes after I leave.”
I creak the door open and glance at him one last time before slipping out.
I race down the stairs, quickening my steps so no one notices where I’ve been.
The moment I reach the bottom, the first person I see is Nonna.
The second she spots me, she rushes over.
“Where have you been?” she asks immediately.
“We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
”You almost gave Ripper and Adams a heart attack,” she adds, pulling her phone from her pocket.
“Ripper?” I stop in my tracks.
Nonna nods.
“Yes.
He’s been looking for you, Ash.
He thought someone kidnapped you—or worse.”
”He and Adams have been searching everywhere.”
I shake my head and continue walking, my thoughts spiraling.
Why is Ripper so concerned about me?
Why does he care if I get hurt or not?
That shouldn’t be any of his business… right?
Still, Nonna has already called them both back, telling them I am safe.
I slip into the back of the black G-Wagon, where a driver is already waiting for me.
Once I settle inside, the driver speeds off toward home.
The ride back feels lonely, with only me in the car.
Adams and Nonna have taken another vehicle.
Within minutes, we pull into the driveway, and I march inside.
Surprisingly, Quinn, Brandon, and his sisters aren’t back yet, so I hurry upstairs to my room and lock myself in.
I unzip my outfit and sink into a hot tub filled with water.
That is exactly what I need after what Matt has just done to me at the funeral.
Thank God no one walks in… I still can’t wrap my head around how that would have played out.