Chapter 1

GEORGIA POV

Fuck!!! How could I lose track of time? Maxwell is going to have my head for this shitty mistake of mine. I reached out to the door knob, fear written over my face. I entered the house, and saw that it was dark. Relief washed over me. I quickly made my way to my room without making noise in order not to attract Maxwell. 

“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?” I freezed at the sound of Maxwell's voice. 

Shit shit shit! He caught me. I couldn’t see him in the dark, and I didn’t know where the voice came from. Before I could reply to him, he put on the dining table light. 

There he was leaning against the wall, looking at me like I was his next meal. Fear gripped me so hard that I lost my ability to move. I knew what was coming next, but I hoped he would forgive me just this once. 

“Am I talking to a ghost, or do you want me to come over there and get the words out of you myself?” He said, his face showing no emotion. 

“I lost track of time at the club, and came late. I’m sorry sir it won’t __” 

“I don’t accept lateness, you whore.” He replied cutting me short. His words hit me hard, but I didn’t say anything else in order not to get on his bad side.

He started walking towards me, a sly smirk on his face. “ What do we do to girls that don’t listen to instructions bitch?” I tried moving, but I was stuck in a trance. This wasn’t happening again. No! No! No! 

“I’m sorry sir I promise I won’t __” 

Smack. 

Before I could finish my sentence, I received a slap on my cheek. 

“Who said you could speak? I need to fix this attitude of yours. Next time you won’t be disrespectful.” He said while holding my neck in a chokehold. 

 I clawed at his hands, trying to make him let go, but he only increased his grip on my neck. 

“Sir p..please I c..can’t breathe.” I pleaded, while trying to form a sentence.

He reduced his grip enough for me to breathe, but still hard enough to have me in a chokehold. He dragged me to my room, and pushed me on the bed, releasing his grip on my neck.

I didn’t even bother running away. I rubbed my neck, and tried to get my breathing to steady before I looked up at him. 

“Now what are we going to do about your bad character?” I didn’t bother replying to him. I knew it was going to get me another slap. So I just kept quiet, and looked at him. 

“Guess I’ll just have to fuck some sense into your head since that’s the only language you understand slut.”

With that being said, he didn’t bother giving me any room to argue with him, and tore the clothes off my body.

“Sir please don’t do _”

“Who said  you can talk? Guess you really want me to go hard on you.” He smirked at me, and brought out his dick from his trouser. 

“Now you’re going to suck my dick like the needy bitch that you are.” I tried refusing, but he just shoved it into my throat, and started fucking my mouth, making me gag .

“Yeah whore that’s it. Fuck you’re so good.” His voice sent shivers of disgust down my spine, I wanted to bite his dick so badly, but pushed the idea aside. He was going to kill me.

“Fuck I’m cumming baby.. fuck you’re so good baby girl.” He groaned like a horny teenager. And before I knew it, I felt a warm liquid in my mouth, and knew he had cum already. I tried spitting it out, but the look in his eyes made me do otherwise.

I gulped everything down, and I felt so disgusted. 

He didn’t bother wasting any more time, and just inserted his dick into my pussy without warning. 

“Such a naughty girl. Look at how wet you are just by sucking my dick.” His words were just making it worse for me. I just wanted him to stop. I tried pushing him off me, but that just made him angry. He grabbed my hands, and pinned me to the wall, and started thrusting harder and faster into me. I bit my lips, to stop the cry and moan trying to escape my lips.

“You like it hard slut? Fuck you’re so tight and good.” He didn’t even sound like someone about to cum soon. 

“This.. thrust.. would teach .. thrust.. you.. thrust.. a.. thrust.. lesson.. Fuckk to tight slight.. never to disrespect me.. thrust.. or break my rules.. thrust and smack.” He said, while fucking me like a deranged animal.

For his age, he had quite the stamina.

“Sir please I’m in pain.” I told him, hoping he would pity me even if it’s just a little bit. But he smirked, and just looked at me, like I was nothing.

He started slapping my pussy like it was a drum. As much as I didn’t want to cum, I couldn’t stop my body. But I knew he had to grant me permission or else I’ll be in another mess.

His thrust started getting sloppy, and I knew he was about to cum. He didn’t even release my hands throughout. 

“Hmm baby girl I’m about to cum. You’re going to take it all like the good girl that you are, and you’re also going to cum with me. One second late, and no release for you.” 

I knew he wasn’t joking, and I just couldn’t wait for him to be done and just get the fuck out. 

“Fuck whore.. I’m cumming already.” I didn’t even bother wasting any second, and came at once. 

“Now that was a good fuck. Next time you won’t break the rules.” He said, after pouring all his shit inside of me. I didn’t bother replying to him.

“ Now what do you say after I helped you realize your mistake slut?” He said not looking slightly remorseful. 

“Thank you sir.” I said, not wanting to have another round of torture with him. He nodded his head, and I just watched him leave my room without feeling any pity or guilt. 

Once he left my room, I let all the emotions out, and started crying. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve all this harassment from my stepdad. I’m very sure my mum knows, but she just decided to act like she doesn’t. I couldn’t feel my legs, and I knew I was going to be bruised down there with the way he rough handled me. I just laid on my bed reminiscing how life was for me before Maxwell, my stepdad came into the picture. I hated him so much for how he treated me. I was just 20, but I sure have gone through a lot for my age. At least I had Dante and Damien on my side. I don’t know what I’ll do without them in my life. Although I never told Dante about my Maxwell abuse, he was still there for me always. 

After about 30 minutes of me reminiscing, I decided to drag my sour body out of the bed, and wash up. 

By the time I was done cleaning myself, and also changing my bedsheets, I laid on my bed and slept immediately. Too tired to even think again. But one thing I always prayed for, was just to finally find peace again.