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“Get up.” He pushes my chin away, putting his cigarette out on the glass table before he jerks off his T-shirt.
He’s intimidating in his anger, and I bite my tongue not to scream that this is his fucking fault, not mine. Lifting his hips, he kicks off his jeans.
His cock stands hard and thick up to his belly button.
“You want rough, I can do that.” He grabs me and spins me until I catch myself and rest my hands on the couch cushions. His hand holds the back of my neck still.
“What are you gonna do?” A shiver of fear goes up my spine.
“I’m gonna fuck you rough.”
“Let go of me, Rhys.” I try to jerk away, but he’s already spreading my legs with his feet.
“Careful, Brat. You sure you want me to stop?” He knows I don’t. I bite my lip as my nipples rub against the couch’s silk upholstery.
“I wanted to love you, but this is what you want.” And in one fast thrust he slides deep inside me.
“Yeah, your cunt is wet. You like it like this.” He pounds into me from behind, lifting my hips so that he’s so deep, his piercing hits my cervix.
I moan and claw at the end of the couch.
“This cunt is mine. You’re mine.”
I moan as if I’m possessed.
“You want rough?” He slaps my ass and I scream. What is happening? He spanks the other cheek and I moan with pleasure. I’m climbing, and everything but him, his cock, and my warm ass fades away.
“I can feel you getting my balls wet. You want more,” he says as he roughly slams in and out and his thumb rubs my other hole.
“Relax.” He swats my ass again and I start to contract. I’m going to come, fucking explode. He slows, and his thumb slowly goes into my ass.
“Rhys…” I groan, my voice hoarse.
“That’s it, Brat. You like my cock fucking your cunt and my thumb in your ass.” He picks up speed and I’m gone, floating in mindless bliss. My body is his, as he grunts out a “Fuck you, Gia.” Then he jerks, and I feel the warm pulse of his seed filling me up.
And then nothing. Coldness is all that remains. I hear the rustle of him grabbing his jeans. The slam of the door makes me finally turn.
He’s gone.
I stare straight ahead as the tears spill down my cheeks. Why do all the girls cry around you?
Because I’m bad.
Bad.
I bring my hands to my face, pull my knees up, and let go. Just scream out my grief. I get it now.
I understand everything that Stephanie was crying about years ago.
I get it and hate him for that. I despise that he’s human and not perfect. I hate that he’s famous and gifted, beautiful and strong… I hate.
“I hate you,” I whisper into the silent room. He did exactly what I wanted. He fucked me and now he’s gone, barely staying with me long enough to get dressed. I glance at the coffee table where he’s left his phone, along with the cigarette he put out.
Standing, I make my way to the bathroom. The water from earlier is still in the tub. After leaning down to let it out, I twist my hair up.
He’s gone, just fucked me and left, kind of like Renee. He’s fucked so many women, he doesn’t even remember her.
“God.” I look up at the ceiling, needing Advil and sleep. I was going to take a shower, maybe a bath, but I’m tired. So tired.
I barely pull the covers up when my mind goes blank.
RHYS
Past – Twenty-seven years old
San Francisco, California
“Brother, we need to get the fuck out of here.” I stare at Ammo, and for a second I see two of him. With a grin, I bring the warm bottle of Jack to my lips.
“What time is it?” I look around. We’re in a seedy, downtown strip club.
“I fucked Lacey and it’s time to roll.”
I snort. Leave it to Ammo to blow his load and hightail it out of here.
“Come on, man, I called Ace to come get us. We need to get to the stadium.” He rolls his neck as I slowly sit up.
“Christ.” I look around again, trying to forget the last twenty-four hours.
“Did Gia call?”
Ammo reaches over for the bottle, his blue eyes narrowing. “No.” He takes a swig.
“Call Rafe and have him check on her,” I say gruffly. Ammo raises an eyebrow, then dramatically sets the bottle down so he can lean forward like he’s about to reveal the secrets of the universe or some shit.
“I’m gonna try real hard to put myself in your position, because I feel for you.”
I reach for my cigarettes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you. Gia. You’re fucking obsessed with her.” He looks around, then back at me. “But the fact is, you knocked up another woman and you need to figure out how you’re gonna deal with this.”
