After getting out of the shower, I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my face paint as I do every day, my swirling contacts still in place. My thoughts drift back to Noir and what she let slip.
“Own again?” I murmur to myself. “What the fuck does that mean?”
My Little Dolly clearly has hidden secrets. Maybe she has been with other guys. Well, of course she fucking has, and I hate the thought, but it is what it is. It wasn’t the idea of others that bothered me so much; it was the pain in her voice when she said it. I saw it in her pretty blue eyes as they glazed over, and it gave me a fucked-up feeling in my gut.
Now, more than ever, I crave to unravel everything about her. I want to know who she was before all of this. I want her to trust me. She needs to know that with me, she will have someone she can confide in. I’m no longer just chasing to fuck her; I’m chasing to understand her.
Once I’m finished, I run my fingers through my damp, curly hair, letting it fall over my eyes before turning around andexiting the bathroom. I pause as I enter, pulling my black towel around my waist tighter, when I notice the door opening. Noir steps in, and my eyes lock onto the bag in her hand before meeting hers. She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her intense gaze never leaving mine.
She pulls her hood down and pushes away from the door, tossing her bag onto a chair as she passes. She stops in front of me, and I look down at her, my mind already screaming to take her pussy for walking into my bedroom like she fucking owns it. But she does. She can own every damn part of me, and I’d willingly allow it. This girl has my balls in a fucking vice.
“I’m sorry,” she says, and my eyes scan hers. “You were right all along.”
My brows pinch, ready to ask what she is talking about, but she speaks first. “Can I use your shower?”
I give a slight nod and gesture to the en-suite bathroom, but as she passes me, I catch her upper arm, stopping her and she slowly turns around.
“He didn’t put his fucking hands on you, did he?” I ask, my gaze boring into hers.
She arches an eyebrow. “Quite the opposite, Hell.”
My brows knit together, my head tilting slightly in confusion. She walks closer and reaches for my towel and with a swift tug, she exposes my cock, then grabs my balls, making me jolt.
“Are you going to show me how a real man fucks in the shower or what?” she taunts, her voice dripping with challenge.
A wicked glint flashes in her eyes while she bites her bottom lip and without warning, I clamp my hands around her throat, squeezing tightly. She tilts her head back, a defiant grin playing on her lips as I lean in.
“I hope to fuck I don’t end up killing you while you’re here. I like you too damn much.”
Her smile widens, her eyes gleaming with fear and excitement. “Show me, then,” she whispers, her voice a breathy dare. With a growl, I push her backward into the bathroom, capturing her lips with mine, the heat between us igniting into an inferno.
It's been a couple of days since I have been here and I'm alone in Hell's room. He said he had some things to take care of, which I understood, but my mind is stressing me out tonight. I stupidly start thinking about E and whether he's okay. I have been hiding inside this trailer, so I don’t face him. I don't know why, but I feel like he needed that wake-up call. He can't keep up the threatening behavior just because he's not getting what he wants. He can’t keep fucking these young girls. It’s disgusting. I guess him putting his hands on Blush was the final line crossed. She holds no prisoners, and honestly, when I think about it, he's lucky. She kills for a living, and a bottle to the head was the least of his worries—and mine.
I just feel so disappointed, in him and in myself. It's really dragging me down tonight, making me wonder if I'm the problem. Did I drive him to this mad state of mind because of what I was doing with Hell? I feel a war inside me because I didn't feel like I was exactly his girlfriend, yet maybe I should have spoken to him more openly about things before I did what I did. As a friend at least.
“Or maybe he wasn’t the problem after all.” A voice whispers in my ear and my head snaps to the right.
“What?” I murmur.
“Maybe it’s Hell. Maybe you chose the wrong man.”The whisper responds.
“No, I…”
“I mean, Hell isn’t much different to Kyro, right?”
Tears well up in my eyes and I shake my head.
“The way he abuses your body is just as bad as what they did to you.”
“No, you’re wrong.” I mutter, my bottom lip trembling.
“No, you’re wrong. You were conditioned to take abuse and now you accept it by disguising it as a form of pleasure because it’s all you know..”
A sob rises up my throat as I continue to cry.
“He is everything that you don’t want or need. He weakens you. Kill him.”
I slap my hands over my ears and squeeze me eyes shut, “No.”
