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I just have to survive and keep my head on straight around these guys, then I can destroy them.
Feeling bone-deep exhaustion, I decide against showering and turn on my heels, heading to the bed. The hardwood floorboards creak under my feet at the slightest amount of pressure, filling the otherwise quiet room.
Sorting through all the shirts, shorts, jeans, and underwear Theon left for me, I find a comfortable looking pair of gray panties and slide them on. I slip on some black sleep shorts and a hot pink tank top, loving the feel of the soft material against my skin.
Looking down at my new clothes, I can’t help but think of Theon. He’d already been really confusing today, and now this. He acts like he hates me, like I’m the cause for all his problems, but then he makes sure I have clothes to wear?
None of his actions make sense.
I can still feel his fingers skating across my skin. Just the simple touch had me wanting to give my whole body to him. I was internally begging him to slide his huge hand under the waistband of my sweats and rub my aching clit.
My core throbs at the thought. The need for an orgasm right now is the only thing I can think about, but I’m too tired to do it myself.
Grabbing the rest of the clothes, I toss them onto the chair and flip the lights off before I crawl under the blanket. I thought the bed at my fake apartment was the most comfortable but I was wrong. This one is like a dream.
As soon as I lie down, my eyes feel heavy. I shouldn’t feel so comfortable in a house with them, but I do, even with Ace. Underneath the hard green exterior of his eyes, there’s something else. I don’t know what it is, but it’s there.
Rolling onto my side, I curl up and close my eyes. My thoughts drift to my best friend. I would give anything to beat Matt’s ass again or eat a whole pizza and a tub of ice cream while he roasts me. It’s the only thing getting me through this, keeping that hope alive.
Maybe I’ll have the chance to do those things again one day.
Probably not, but a girl can dream.
I slowly drift off to sleep. The darkness pulls me under as I think about my old life.
* * *
“You knowI don’t like hurting you, right?” His voice is soft as his dark brown eyes drill a hole into me from across the room. I don’t move a muscle or even breathe as he pins me with his stare. I honestly didn’t expect him to come in here so soon after all the shit that happened today. It usually takes longer to get to this stage.
“I know you don’t,” I say, keeping my voice neutral so I don’t upset him. His eyes stay on me as he stalks to my side of the bed.
Stopping beside me, he cups my bruised cheek in his hand, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth.I wince from the contact, but I try to hide it from him.
“I really don’t. I’m not a monster. I love you.” I know he genuinely believes that in his warped, messed up mind.
I want to laugh at his words but I know enough to keep my emotions somewhat under control. He drops his hand from my face. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he intertwines his fingers with mine, holding them like I’ll evaporate into thin air if he lets go.
“I don’t like hurting you, princess.” His grip tightens around my fingers and my body stiffens.
I know how this is going to go. He’s about to say the sweetest words, we’ll have sex against my will, and maybe tomorrow he’ll buy me something nice. I’ve been through this cycle for four years now and I don’t know how to end it. I don’t know how to escape Tommy.
If I try to leave, he’ll kill me—he’s attempted it before. At one point, he beat me so bad I was in a coma for weeks. The bastard told the police that I was in a car accident. Neither of our cars were wrecked, but they never even cared to check out his story because he fucking paid them off. Those fuckers don’t give one shit about justice. All they care about is lining their pockets.
“You’re so stunning, princess. I’m glad you’re all mine. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have this pretty face and tight pussy all to myself.” My stomach clenches, bile threatening to rise, but I don’t let it. I hate this part—the fake part.
For some reason, I can take the pain all day long, but this part where he acts like everything is fine, makes me sick. The worst part is when he says he’ll never do it again. No matter how many times we do this…I still want to believe the words. But they’re never true.
As much as I hate him, part of me loves him at the same time. I’m disgusted with myself for it, but he’s all I have. There was a time he wasn’t like this. Things were good, but now I’m in too deep and I’m too scared to try to leave again.
Tommy stands, throwing the blanket off, revealing my bruised and naked body. He strips off his clothes as he admires his work. His hard cock sticks straight out, and he gives it a few strokes as he looks at the marks he left on me. He isn’t sorry he did this to me. He likes having me defenseless. He likes me cowering under his touch. He hurts me to hurt me. He gains sick pleasure from torturing me; but for me, it’s agony.
Here it comes…
The mind-numbing sex that I pretend to enjoy while my body screams at me in pain.
Climbing onto the bed between my legs, he grips my thighs, pulling me toward him to line his cock up with my entrance. The ache in my ribs reminds me of all the kicks to the stomach I took today.
“This pretty pussy is all mine. Only fucking mine,” he says as he forcefully slams into me.
