I’d let it happen. Again.
With all the men in the world, why did I hate myself so much that he was the only one, in the heat of the moment, I wanted?
Pulling away from him, unwelcome cool air now filling where he’d just been, I scooted away and pulled a piece of the tulle off the inside of my skirt, trying to clean up best I could.
Tears stung the back of my throat, feeling the heat of his cum seeping out of me. I needed a bathroom.
I heard him move and refasten his jeans and belt and then the lid of a lighter opening and closing as he lit a cigarette.
“You came inside me,” I told him.
He blew out smoke, not saying anything for a moment.
“And?” he finally answered, Damon’s voice strong and sure.
“And the whole town knows all the beds you’ve been in,” I spat out.
“Like yours, you mean?”
Yeah, years ago.
He let out a sigh and then my bra hit me in the chest as he tossed it. I grabbed it just before it fell. “My father wants his grandchildren, Winter.”
My stomach sank, anger and shame burning my face. Oh, God, if I got pregnant…
I quickly went through the calendar in my head, remembering I’d just had my period last week. It should be okay.
As much as I wanted to be mad at him, though, I could’ve stopped him. I just didn’t think about it.
I stood up and slipped my bra back on, but unable to fasten it. “I will never have your children,” I told him.
It was Damon. It was my sister’s husband. And I’d rather die than raise a family under his thumb. He’d be a terrible father.
But I felt him approach and stop just in front of me, his deep voice quiet but steady. “You’re going to have lots of my children,” he informed me.
And then he brushed past me, leaving the room, and I stood there, unable to move as his words lingered in the air.
I hated him. I hated who I turned into with him.
How could I have just done that? Why did I do it? He didn’t force me. I could’ve run. I didn’t even think to say no. I didn’t want to say no. It was like we were animals, for Christ’s sake.
Red.
Anger, fury, heat, and need so strong you’re a fucking animal, Winter. It’s primal.
So that was red. I’d wanted to do it. I loved the flames. I had dived in.
But now, the pain of the burns.
I hated him.
“Hey,” I heard Alex as she closed the door. “We just saw Damon. He said you were in here.” And then she touched my arm, and I could hear the ice jingle in her drink. “Baby, I’m so sorry we lost you. Are you okay? Shit.”
Judging from her reaction, I must look a sight. My makeup was probably everywhere.
“It’s okay,” I mumbled. I couldn’t explain it right now.
“Are you okay?” she prodded again, probably just wanting to know if I was hurt.