Free Amish Passion (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush Page A

feeling of being watched.  It had been loathsome Jakob, cat-killing Jakob, and now . . . would it be murdering Jakob?
    “And now it’s your turn to be fucked.”
    Holding the knife to her throat, he grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it away, baring her naked chest.  Savagely, he twisted her breast.  Then he reached behind him with the other hand and, pulling up her dress, tore at her bloomers.  She heard the sound of ripping fabric and started to struggle.  But she only struggled for half a moment as the blade at her throat was suddenly alive in his hands.  It grazed a thin burning line into her skin.  Blood trickled hotly to the back of her neck.
    “Oh, just give me a reason!” he snarled.  “I would just love to cut you.”
    He fumbled with the snaps on his pants, exposing his erection, as large and ugly as his father’s.  Seeing the dread in her eyes, he taunted, “Oh, yeah.  I’m going to fuck you.  And you,” he traced the sharp tip in a half circle along her face from her eye to her lips, “you are going to act like you like it.”             
    Moving the knife back down to her throat, Jakob ripped her bloomers further and wedged himself in between her legs.  If I beg for my life, it will only add to his twisted pleasure .  She prayed that God would show mercy on her and that, like his father, Jakob would come quickly, thus ending her torment.  With an evil laugh, Jakob jabbed his erection deeply into her.  Fear had made her tissues dry and constricted and entry wasn’t just painful, it was agonizing.  He stabbed her again and again, using his prick as the weapon, shoving it deeply into her core.  She soon grasped that her prayers of Jakob finishing swiftly were not to be answered.  Horribly, Jakob had other ideas.  He was going to take his time.
    And so he did, fucking her torturously, salaciously licking her tear streaked face and bearing down into her with all his brutal might, viciously ripping the walls of her vagina. 
    Just when she thought he might be close to coming— oh God, what if I get pregnant by this monster, IF I live— he withdrew from her battered pussy. With a closed fist he assailed her squarely in the eye socket. 
    “On your hands and knees,” he demanded. “I know how you whores like it.”  Grabbing her by the throat, he tossed her over on her stomach. Images of the bloodied, skinned cat flooded her mind .  I wonder how many others he has done this to.   Here again, Rebekah was paying the price for her sins.  She was paying for every second of bliss she shared with Nick.  And now she was going to pay with her life. 
    Jakob tore at her hair, dislodging her bonnet and pins.  With her hair in one hand and his knife still holding the edge to her bleeding throat, he prodded her to her hands and knees , positioning himself behind her.  Digging violently, he ripped into her once again, belting her with his venom.  She never believed something that was so beautiful, so sublime with Nick could ever be so horrendous.  When Ezekiel was using her body to drain his own feeble fire, she felt befouled.  But the invasive violation that was occurring now threw her soul into turmoil.  It was a desecration of everything she had held sacred within herself which she had given lovingly and freely to Nick.
    Please, oh please merciful God, let this be over, let me escape.   But it was not to be so.  After what seemed a wretched eternity, he pulled out of her without having climaxed .  Oh God, Sweet God, let this please be over.  Let it stop now, dear God.  Please, please.
    “You are going to suck me off,” he intoned drily.  “Bring me your mouth.”  Standing, still holding the point of the blade at her throat and the other one gripping her hair tightly, he forced her face over to his cock .  At her resistance, slammed her face with the back of the fist that was holding the knife.  “I said, open your mouth.”
    Suddenly her throat was