I struggle against him as he undoes his pants jerking his cock free, "Do it again." He groans his hazel eyes locked onto mine as if he's staring at a deity.
What?
I try to force my legs closed, but he's there keeping them open for him, keeping himself nested right where he wants to be. I get no warning, no sweet tender touches before he slams into me releasing both of my arms. I cry out my sex still sore from last night, "Stop it Noè now!" I sob, embarrassed by my body's reaction to him, embarrassed that I'm crying. Angry that he's not listening to me. I made such a big mess last night, if I come again everyone will know.I don't want this. Please stop.
"Stop me then Olive. Come on, do it." His voice makes my sex clench around his cock. I'm left no option but to stretch between his punishing thrusts. I draw back slapping him as hard as I can across the face, the sound echoes around the room but I don't stop I claw and smack and fight him with a vigor I never had before. Each hit, each scratch pushes him further, unravels him and he groans my name. It's an unimaginably deep raspy sound and it sends shockwaves through me merging my fear with something I don't want. My back arches off the unforgiving dirty concrete floor as his cock jerks inside me. A make another sound somewhere between a sob and a moan as he bites down on his bottom lip, drawing blood. Hitching my legs around his hips he bends down kissing me roughly, "My perfect little doll." He moans. His taste mixing with the coppery taste of blood in my mouth. He leans away, his blood smeared across his lips as he wipes his hand across his face. He grips the back of my neck forcing me up as he fucks me, taking his blood covered hand and wiping it across my flushed face.
His blood mixing with my tears. I moan as he hits the perfect spot inside me, my legs shake as I drag my nails down his exposed arms.
"There you go baby, just like that." He groans as he slams his cock into my battered sex wildly. I flutter around him as I come, unable to stop myself from crying out in pleasure. He quickly clamps a hand over my mouth, muffling my moans, "That's only for me." He warns as his cock swells inside me.
I fucking hate you.
I bite down hard on his hand as he erupts inside me, his thrusts becoming jerky as he rides out the waves of his climax. "Fuck Olive." He moans, panting as he rips his flesh from my teeth.The red welts there and his disheveled appearance is too small of a consolation to my battered body and mind.
"How dare you?" I cry as he pulls out of me, bending to pick me up. My legs are like jelly, I'm hungry and exhausted with absolutely no fight left.
Not even a sliver to be spared. He's ripped it from me. Ripped everything from me in a matter of a few violent minutes.
He gently places me down at a table, before tucking himself away in his pants. I just stare at the crumb dusted wooden tabletop, the breakfast of whomever he banished moments ago still sitting on the opposite side. Everything and nothing running through my head all at once.
He comes back from behind the bar with a napkin, lightly blotting my tears away. As if I'm something to be treasured and not something he just forcefully fucked on the floor of a dive bar. I reach up with a shaky hand to snatch the napkin from him, he's doing a shit job at cleaning me up any way. He ignores my attempts as he discards it entirely, I don't even have it in me to fight for it.
Not so much as a flinch leaves me as he grips my chin lightly turning my head towards a mirror that sits behind the bar, "Look how beautiful you are, covered in my blood." I gasp at the puffy state of my face. My hair is messed, my lips swollen and as he said they are completely covered in his blood. It's smeared across my face too from the temple to my lips and down my chin. Before I can think to stop myself, I dart my tongue out instinctively tasting it. He groans pulling my face back towards him and smiling at me.I don't smile back. I couldn't possibly. Disgusted with myself more than him.
"Now let's get you fed doll, I'm starving."
I shake my head, but again before I can speak, he walks from the bar poking his head back into the kitchen, "Tell everyone they can enter, please bring her breakfast too."
Panic fills my chest as he makes his way back to me, a smug look on his face.I frantically reach for the napkin holder in the middle of the table before he snatches it from me, "Now why would you want to go and do a thing like that?” Tears fill my eyes as people flood back in and I do my best to rapidly blink them away.
"Please Noè, let me get clean." I whisper. He smiles at me again no hint of the former anger or malice anywhere on the sculpted planes of his face as he leans casually his hands bracing on the high back of the dining chair.
"I love the way you say my name."
Hock walks over placing a cup of coffee and plate stacked with pancakes in front of me.
"Anything else Missy?" He asks, completely unfazed by my appearance. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore Noè's come oozing from between my legs.
"Syrup?" I grit my teeth as my voice cracks. Another thing he seems oblivious to as he smiles down at me and turns to fetch some.
What is wrong with these people?
I glance up at Noè who is clearing the space in front of me, dropping the abandoned breakfast back off at its owner. Seems a weird action for a man of his station. He returns to the table motioning for me to eat as he sits across from me. My stomach growls loudly.
I don't know when I'll be working again, I'm out of food at the house… and money in the bank.
"If you don't like pancakes, unfortunately Hock is limited when it comes to cooking but I make a pretty good frittata." He offers eyeing me skeptically as Hock sits down my syrup and another plate of pancakes for him.
He's offering to make me food… in front of all these people.
"This is fine." I mumble before taking a bite. Hock slaps his hands together loudly, "Damn right, best pancakes you'll ever eat." I jump slightly, making Noè shoot him daggers as Hock excuses himself.
They are pretty good.
I want to call him back over, ask him about Laney. I want my phone, to go home to my small uncomfortable bed. I wanted to die. I wanted last night to be a onetime thing. I want Noè Arcuri to forget he ever met me and I to forget him too.
But people like me rarely get what they want.