The Luna’s Killer

includes a rape scene.

Three —

na’s

me?” I cried helplessly. “Why are

ould be happy I’m letting you taste my cock. Obedientl

kitchen counter, fucking me from behind with

eamed. But he would

tragedy happened. I had thought Rocco was gonna take care of me and that he believed in me.

a ruthless monster. And ever since he brought me to his hous

ands. As a maid, I had more chores than other

, he began ripping off my clothes and venting

wolf, I had expected to find my mate. I had prayed

a million guys in the world, why

in pure misery, and it didn’t look like my luck was getting better anytime soon. I was trapped in it forever. At Twenty, we both knew

has been ruthlessly ramming my pussy since then. It’s been h

y knees and opened my mouth. Because I knew what was coming ne

ged me by my hair and took me to the

gers and using the wetness on my pussy. I did as I

hurts,

ight?!” He barked. “I can’t fuck

se, s

onstrous cock. How much longer before he pulls out? I can’t take the pain anymore. And I could n

the pain, and I always made the

t!” He barked,

see who it was because I was b

an idiot. Come here and help me hold this damn girl

te when you treat girls like this, a

son of June. The girl who accused me of killing Luna. She was now the Luna of the

twist

fucking clown?! She’s just a low life. A fucking whore. A nobody. I

more when you drag me into your damn business. Leave me out

here before you make me hit your face too.” Rocco threatened and Mark

ging you. Stop d

enjoy what is to come!” Rocco yelled in my fac

.. Ha

ight. Don’t b

please.

ore?” Rocco yelled again. “Drop her l

and began whipping m

Smack

can’t take it again

t’s get down to business, shall we? You can sto

fucking me. “Ahh. It h

sing his fluid inside me. He stood, buttoning his pants. “

Are you talking abou

ded to the kitchen, but I could still hear the

and a sadist. You can’t h

iden her tight pussy. And who is better than Jax? Huh? I would have

. You’ve abused her eno

owly trash. A one-night stand child born from a ma

ehow, I dragged myself out of the room

enough to notice. I was totally invincib

ents at me and try to get closer to me. It’s crazy how fas

tiny bathroom to clean myself. I looked into the broken mirror to find a disgu

nothing but to scream out my lungs. No one gave a shit about me here. I had no famil

cleaning my body. Everywhere I touched, it hurt, my f

y. Even though it hurt like crazy, I still manage

orturing day. I might as well get