I brushed the tears from her cheeks, not realizing that I was rocking her and trying to soothe her with soft words. I apologized for hurting her and then blamed her in the same breath. That shit scared me more than the hate I held for her in my heart. Only narcissistic abusive assholes operate that way. But it’s one of those things she does to me, confuse me.
So, what exactly is my problem? Am I blaming her for my own feelings now? When did I become such a prick? I started to chastise myself, but then my eyes fell on those damn love bites again, and my anger came roaring back. “It’s not what you think, Nicholas. I would never betray you.” My name on her lips, in that soft sultry voice. I had to swallow to clear my throat.
“Who said you can call me that?”
Why does she have to wear that same look? It never changes and has led to much confusion for me. I wanted so badly to believe she was the angel I first thought her to be, but I know what I saw. Still, how could I have been so wrong about her me, who has always been known as a great judge of character?
I’ve made million-dollar deals on my gut more times than I can count, and it has never steered me wrong. So why did it fail me so spectacularly with her? Grandpa had tried explaining that it wasn’t what I thought, but I could never get the sight of her coming from his room in the middle of the night; sneaking out would be a more apt description, really.
And now she’s found someone else to fuck. Someone who was apparently very passionate about her from the number of marks he’d left on her skin. It couldn’t have been much earlier than last night that she’d been with him, this mystery man, because she didn’t have those marks the day before.
And she’d let me fuck her today. Hard, deep, and raw. “Have you been tested?” Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard at my accusatory tone. “Well? Have you?” She shook her head no with a hint of sadness in her eyes. “If I get sick….”
“You won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I’ve only been with one man.”
“Who is he?” My hand made its way to her throat again as if on its own accord. She buttoned her lips and avoided my eyes which only pissed me off further. I threw her down on the bed, and she cried out when her sore ass touched the covers. Good! She tried rolling away when she saw my anger hard-on.
“Where’re you going? I just had you; now you wanna play shy?” I dragged her back to me by her ankles and kept them in my hands, spreading her open wide. I had another one of those moments where I was sure I’d seen her like this before. Once again, I shook my head as if by doing so, it would dislodge something but nothing came.
How could she look at me like that? With such want and desire when she’d been in another man’s bed not that long ago? That rage that’s always there just beneath the surface when it comes to her was fighting to be freed, but I knew, without grandpa here to safeguard her from me, she was in danger.
That’s why I don’t quite understand his three months idea. He knew the kind of man I am. He knows that once I’ve been betrayed, the other party has only two options, one, stay the fuck out of my way and never cross my path again, or two, be completely and totally annihilated. Why had she chosen the latter?
Did she think I’d have softened by now? Did she know that I’d been halfway in love with her already before I discovered her betrayal? Is that her game now? To try to reel me in now, my grandpa was gone?
I looked down at her exposed pussy with equal parts longing and anger. Longing won out, and I pushed her knees back to her ears and held them there while leading my stiff hard cock into her portal. Her pussy felt tight and swollen, something I hadn’t noticed before. And hot, she was so hot inside. No wonder whoever he is, he’d lost it enough to make a meal out of her soft flesh.
I told myself I had no claim on her when I fucked into her hard enough to hurt. That I was punishing her out of turn when she cried out and begged for mercy, but I had none. I rage fucked her trying to erase her from my mind. The feel of her, her scent, and that look in her fucking eyes. Pleading, begging, for what, though?