Her hand tangles in my hair and she pulls. “Don’t lie to me, Yoreli. He came here for a reason; he knows that you were at the store yesterday. What happened? Hmm, tell me!” she screams, her hand in my hair tightening so much that tears well in my eyes.
“Nothing. I don’t know who he is.” I plead with her but it’s no use; she’s in no frame of mind to listen.
“Tell me,” she demands.
“Talia, I have no idea.” Tears are streaming down my face from the sheer pain of her grip on my hair.
“Lies!” she yells and to my utter relief, she releases my hair.
Righting myself, my gaze is drawn to the window. Standing outside, looking up into my bedroom is John. He’s staring at me with such a helpless look on his face that I feel bad for him. I wish he’d leave; he doesn't need to see this. I’m so focused on him that I don’t see it coming.
A vicious backhand hits my cheek, knocking me to the ground. It’s followed by a swift kick to my back that has me screaming in pain. The last thing I see is Talia standing over me before I black out.
“Give it to me.” The demand is one that’s not to be ignored. “I want it all, every single inch of you.”
My pleasure is rising in ways I’ve never felt before. This isn’t the touch of the devil, this is one of loving. Those green eyes piercing my soul, seeing the depth of me, every single depraved thing. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock, soak me with your juices.”
I’m no longer able to resist, I detonate; doing exactly as he asked. I come long and hard. “Yes, Reli,” he groans as he thrusts into me again. "Fucking amazing," he growls as he comes inside of me, filling me up with his hot cum.
He pulls out of me and collapses on the bed beside me, his arm going around my waist pulling me close to him. "Reli?" he questions softly.
"Hmm." I snuggle up close to him, my back pressed against his front, loving the protectiveness of the way his arms surround me.
"Love you, baby girl. You're safe with me; no one is ever going to hurt you again."
My heart warms at his words. "Love you too," I reply instantly, not once doubting his words.
I gasp as I wake; just a dream. Of course it was; I don't have anyone who loves me and I'm not safe with anyone. I groan as I move. It's then I realize that I'm lying on the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning as pain radiates through my back as I move. God, Talia didn't even move me when she knocked me out.
Opening my eyes, I blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the sunlight. It's morning already. Damn, not another concussion. Lifting my arm up, my fingers feel my head; there’s dry crusted blood. Shit, I must have hit my head on the way down. Dammit. I’m going to be groggy all day; that’s just what I need. Talia’s going to be on my case.
I listen intently, trying to see if the girls are up already, but I'm met with silence. That is until I hear the buzzing of an alarm clock. My body freezes. Shit. I need to get up and get dressed. “Yoreli!” Talia screams.
“Coming!” I yell back as I grab my sweater off the end of the bed and pull it over my head, wincing when it brushes against a sore spot. “Yes, Talia?” I ask as I rush to her doorway; she’s lounging on the bed, dressed in just her panties. I dart my gaze away, glad that I hear movement coming from the girls’ bedroom.
“The car service will be here at nine. Have our bags brought downstairs and breakfast ready. The girls and I will be down shortly.”
“Yes, Talia,” I reply and reach for her bag. I had it packed yesterday; no doubt she’s gone through it to make sure I packed correctly.
I knock on the girls’ door and Zella answers it, waving her hand in the direction of their luggage. I drag their bags outside of their door and leave them against the wall. “Breakfast will be served shortly. Is there anything that you’d like?”
Anna groans. “Mom! Can’t we just have breakfast at the airport? I don’t want to look at her this morning.”
“Yeah, Mom; Yoreli’s killing my buzz.”
I grab off the bags, wincing in pain as I do, and begin making my way downstairs, wanting to be out of the way when Talia exits her bedroom.
“I’ll call the car service and see if I can have the driver come earlier.”
I pray that the driver can; it gets them out of my hair that much sooner. Walking slowly back up the stairs, pain ricochets through my body with every step. When I get to the top, I reach for the last bag, pulling my back in the process; a piercing cry escapes my mouth, I bring my hand up to muffle the sound.
“Oh, Yoreli. The driver will be here in ten minutes; please make sure our bags are in the car waiting for us.”
“Yes, Talia,” I reply instantly as I lift the bag down the stairs.
Fifteen minutes after the car has arrived, I've put the last of the luggage into the trunk. The pain is excruciating. I don't dare breathe in relief just yet; I don’t want to jinx things. As the girls get into the car, I begin to feel the fear ebb slightly. When I see the car drive down the street I smile; they're gone. I can have peace for a week.
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