Predator

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"F..k you! "

A sharp slap landed on her buttock. Liam's fingers delved roughly, and he thrust half of his member inside.

With more experience this time, his hand pressed against Amelia's belly, easing in. She instinctively moved forward, trying to escape the intense intrusion. Each time she thought she was free, Liam would pull her back roughly, filling her completely.

"Where do you think you're going?" He locked his arms around her, his stubbly chin scraping her back. She was bruised all over, with bite and hand marks on her buttocks.

Amelia's breasts bounced painfully, and she instinctively tried to slow him down. But to Liam, it looked like she was teasing herself, rubbing her breasts in hunger. This spurred him on, and he increased his speed, her body turning pink under his assault.

"Your name!" he demanded.

"If you don't tell me, I'll call others in. Those brutes from Africa, they're not just well-endowed, they know how to have fun," he threatened, pressing a finger to her puckered anus. "They love sharing women. They don't treat women as humans."

As he spoke, his throbbing member pushed through the cum he'd just deposited, watching the white foam spill out with satisfaction, filling not just his body but his heart.

"Do you want to stay with me, or be chewed up?"

"Amelia... my name is Amelia," she whimpered, her defiant eyes now filled with tears. "Please... don't hand me over to them."

Liam felt his resolve weakening under her desperate gaze. He relented, kissing her ear. "I should've told you, I'm not a good person either."

His softened member remained inside her, reluctant to withdraw. When Amelia tried to move away, he grabbed her buttocks, pushing back in. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to take a bath," she mumbled, feeling the sticky mixture of saliva and cum drying on her skin.

"The only bath here is a public one. Do you want to go?"

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she rubbed her hair against his hand, shaking her head in resignation. She foresaw her future—locked in a room, waiting for the executioner to return, covered in blood, to bully her again.

A lump formed in her throat. "No, I don't want to."

Liam chuckled. He lifted her like a child, making her cling to him. "It's just a bath. What's the big deal? As long as I'm here, no one will touch you."

He was wearing only a blood-stained vest, while Amelia was completely naked. Clinging to his back, she said, "I want to walk."

"You don't have a choice."