This chapter kinda continues with the rather licentious theme. Bear with me. It'll be over soon.
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"What do you want?" He asked, groggy and cranky.
"I need your help." Phoebe responded. He looked horrible. He snickered at her.
"Go away." He said walking away from her. He didn't want her here. What the hell was she doing here? He was too tired to be bothered. He didn't want Phoebe. Why hadn't Piper showed up instead? He was sick of them, all of them. Damn, Halliwells.
"Cole, please." Phoebe spoke urgently, following after him.
"Baby, just listen to me." She spoke, using the age-old pet name. She reached out to him and touched his face. Their eyes met.
"No." He spoke icily and grabbed her wrist roughly yanking her.
"Get out." He tried to push her away but she clung to him. He twisted her, pushing her harder and she slapped him. They tussled and suddenly she was slammed against the wall by her throat. For a moment Phoebe was scared but at the same time she relished the familiar feel of his hands on her. She smirked at him.
"You always did like it rough." He gritted his teeth. What was wrong with her? With him? She wouldn't leave. She was stubborn, as was he. They all were. These Halliwell women, so damn stubborn. He tightened his grip on her and threw her to the ground. He looked at her disparagingly. She was pathetic. Clinging to something that wasn't there. He turned on his heal to leave when suddenly she was on his back, tackling him. With a force he didn't think she was capable of, she managed to force him to the floor. In another quick flash she was straddling him and he was staring up into Piper's eyes.
"I need your help you sick bastard." Phoebe spoke evenly. Their eyes met. There was a hateful yet vibrant connection. Then his hands were on her thighs and she was ripping his shirt off. Their mouths meshed viciously in a desperately erotic collision.
"On your knees witch." He ordered her wickedly. Piper wouldn't, couldn't adhere to the order. But it didn't matter. Within a few moments the shackles around her ankles seared her skin and her knees buckled underneath her and she collapsed to the floor. He was controlling her. She couldn't help it. Tears welled up in her eyes as Abdiel took two strides toward her. She could see Tatum behind him. She refused to cry.
She was on her hands and knees. He was inside her, taking her harder than he had ever dared take any woman before. She squealed in pain as he rammed her brutally, not caring that tears had welled up in her eyes. He smacked her ass leaving a huge red hand print. He relished her pained yelps.
She didn't so much as moan when he slapped her across the face. Not a sound escaped her when he viciously grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her head up. And as he forced himself into her mouth she remained on her knees, refusing to cry.
She screamed in agony as he filled her completely and rammed her with incredible force with absolutely no restraint. She gripped the carpet with a wild desperation and he held her hips with equal force, his hands digging into her side. Each scream made him go even faster.
Piper felt like she was watching it happen to her. This man force himself down her throat. She couldn't move her head and witch each thrust he gripped her hair tighter. He held her, making her lick him and suck him as he groaned in tyrannical pleasure. All she could focus on was breathing.
With a final vicious thrust he climaxed inside her and when his own loud gasping subsided he realized she was crying softly.
Even when her throat had filled with his thick cum, she choked it down, refusing to let the tears betray her.
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