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“Atta girl,” the guy says.
“I have to go pee, actually.”
When really I just want to get away from him. He’s not doing it for me. So, rather than the bathroom he took me to, I make my way upstairs to a different one. I take care of business because I wasn’t actually lying about it. Then, as I come out, Leo yanks me by the arm and pushes me into an empty room.
“Hey,tesoro mio,” He purrs. “You turned eighteen on me.”
“I’m aware,” I say dryly.
“Time to pay up, pretty girl.”
My mouth turns dry, and I’m rooted to the spot. “Not tonight, Leo. I’m tired.” I lie, feeling the effects of the coke. I have more than enough energy to dance all night.
“Liar. But no isn’t an acceptable answer. Now take off your clothes, or I’ll rip them clean off, and you won’t have anything to go home in. You’ll have to walk naked downstairs, where everyone will see you, humiliated. Is that what you want, Cam?”
I sigh and begin to strip. “I fucking hate you, Leo, and the only reason I’m doing this is because of the bargain we made. I want that to be clear between us, Ihateyou.”
“I can live with your hate.” He chuckles. “It won’t matter in the long run. I’ll be able to fuck you whenever I want.”
I take off my underwear and stand utterly bare in front of him, getting naked in front of a man for the first time. And I hate that it’s him and not Nik. My nipples pucker from the cold, and he smiles. “Now what?” I ask him, annoyed.
Leo walks toward me, unbuttoning his jeans. “Lie down on the bed, pretty girl.”
I give him my back and walk toward the bed, walking a little crooked from the alcohol. I’m swaying on my feet, my world spinning. Yet, somehow, I make it to the mattress and crawl to the top of it, lying down as he asked.
“Spread your legs.” He says, “Let me see your pussy.”
I close my eyes and do it, tears streaming out from the corner of my eyes. “Now?”
I feel the bed dip, then hear a condom wrapper open, and when I look at him he’s putting it on. My eyes bulge out of my head at the size of him, and he sees it as if his ego needs any more stroking. But the size looks like it’s going to hurt like a bitch.
Leo settles between my legs, spreading them more until my knees are touching the mattress. He’s using my flexibility to his advantage, and I hate him even more for it.
Did I mention Ihatehim?
“Bad girls don’t deserve to be prepped,tesoro mio,” he tells me in a low voice, then spits on my entrance, “You’re going to feel all the pain I felt when I found out about your betrayal.”
“You didn’t feel pain, Leo.”
“Maybe not.” He smirks as he lines himself up to my entrance. “But you will.”
When he pushes in, I suck in a sharp breath. It feels like he’s stabbing me from the inside out. I’m not wet. In fact, I’m drier than the Sahara Desert. He spits on me again. Leonardo meets resistance because I’m not ready.I’m not ready. But he doesn’t give up. He keeps pushing and pushing. I whimper as more tears fall from my eyes, but I don’t dare let out the scream I want to. It hurts so bad.
It hurts.
So.
Bad.
When he pushes in all the way to the hilt, I cry out, my body and throat betraying me. He chuckles like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “And now, to finish off your betrayal, Cam.” He brings his body down to mine, chest to chest. His cotton shirt rubs against my nipples, and he rolls his hips against my clit. A little burst of pleasure fills me. No. No. No. “You’re going to fucking come for me if it’s the last thing I do. You’re going to hate yourself for wanting me this bad, and then you’ll hate yourself for your betrayal. But just remember.” He rolls his hips again and it no longer hurts. It feels good. “You’re not betraying him. You betrayedme. This is how it’s supposed to be, and from now on, itwillbe.”
My chest heaves when he brings his teeth to my throat, grazing lightly, and then licks a path to my ear, then takes the lobe between his teeth. “You feel so fucking good, Cam. So fucking tight. My little virgin, I can feel you getting wetter.”
The friction against my clit is making me squirm, and I groan when he goes deeper, stroking something inside of me that feels like I’m on fire from the inside out. I don’t want to come, yet he evidently knows what he’s doing.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
It does.
