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I launch at her and then we’re both pawing at each other. She slaps me across the face, and I punch her in hers as she lets out a grunt. We’re pulling each other’s hair and then she punches me in the face. Blood drips out of my mouth and I spit it on her which just makes her madder.
She flips us over and I stop fighting her, keeping both my arms spread out on the floor away from my body so she doesn’t catch them on her tirade. If she wants to mess my face up, then who am I to stop it?
She deserves this after what a bitch I’ve been to her and what a horrible best friend I am when I know she’s only been trying to help me get through everything. But I don’t want to bleed out on the floor here. So yeah, she deserves to beat my ass and I’m not going to stop her.
She lands a punch to my lower stomach, and I let out a scream, bringing one of my arms up to clutch at where she hit me. It’s where the bandages are.
When she looks down and notices the blood, she scrambles off me so fast and backs away until her back hits the bed. I just lie there as tears stream down my face from the intense throbbing sensation I’m feeling once again.
“Wint—” she starts to say but is cut off when the door to the room flies open and Royce and Mason rush in.
“What the fuck is going on with the two of you?” Mason snaps at us.
“I-I lost control and sh-she’s bleeding,” Riley cries out. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” She’s crying now.
I drag in a breath, and everything hurts. Royce grabs her and takes her out of the room, leaving just Mason and me.
“You just can’t fucking help being a disappointment, can you?” he snaps at me.
“I guess not,” I tell him in a tired and defeated voice.
I can feel my lip swelling from the hit Riley gave me, but I deserved that shit. That’s the first time we’ve ever been in a fight and gotten physical with each other in all the years we’ve been friends, and it fucking sucks.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks a minute later, after closing the door to the room once again before walking over to me.
“A whole fucking lot, apparently. What do you want? Haven’t you ruined my life enough already?” I snark through the pain. I attempt to sit up but everywhere hurts so I just lie right back down on the floor. I mean, I could spend the rest of the flight right here, couldn’t I?
I’m surprised when Mason grabs me gently and lifts me up before walking me over to the bathroom.
“For fuck’s sake! Did you have to break the fucking mirror?” he gripes.
“You can leave! I don’t need your help!” I tell him, feeling a tiredness bone deep in my soul. He sighs.
“Just shut the fuck up for once and let me get you cleaned up,” he murmurs.
“Fuck me,” I say instead, and he freezes.
“What?”
“You heard me, asshole. Take away the pain and this emptiness I’m feeling,” I whisper.
“I don’t think we should—” he starts, but I cut him off.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you. I still hate you, but I need something to take the edge off,” I beg. I don’t even care that I’m begging him for this right now. I’ll just unpack all this later when I’m calm. When he doesn’t move, I egg him on, knowing it’ll piss him off. “What? You can only fuck me when I’m telling you no?” I ask in a snippy tone.
His jaw clenches and before I know what’s happening, his hand is around my throat and he’s lifting me up and onto the small counter in here. He pulls off my leggings before spreading my legs and stepping between them. The threat is there if he so chooses to carry it out, but surprisingly he’s gentle. Not what I would expect from the asshole at this stage in our lives.
“You and that fucking smart mouth of yours!” he sneers at me. He pulls his pants down enough to expose his cock and then he stares at me for a second. His stare is making me feel vulnerable again so I taunt him because I know it will get him going. I don’t want to be vulnerable in front of him right now. I just want him to fuck my brains out so I can forget about all the shit going through it.
“Are you just going to stand there staring or are you going to fuck me like the asshole you are?” I taunt.
He lets out a growl and a second later, I feel the head of his cock against my entrance before he’s pushing inside me. I let out a loud groan at the feeling of being full.
His cock goes all the way in to the hilt, and he stops there for a second. After a few seconds, he pulls out and then pushes in again as he starts a rhythm. I groan at the feeling of pleasure consuming me, forgetting about all the pain I’m currently feeling for a moment.
After a few pumps, he pulls out and bends down, and a moment later, his mouth is on my pussy. I’m moaning because of how much wetter he’s making me. He licks and sucks between my folds and then my clit before going back and sticking his tongue into my hole and tongue fucking me.
“You still taste good, you filthy little slut,” he says between licks. I don’t even let his words get to me. Right now, I’m just using him for my pleasure and nothing else. I just needed to feel something besides the agony inside me.
