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Cat tossedand turned for about an hour and then finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. When she woke up, she found a big, very pissed off Repo standing over her. “What the fuck,” she gasped, scrabbling to make sure that her naked body was covered by the blankets. “I locked the fucking door, Repo,” she spat. “How did you get in here?”
“It’s my fucking apartment, Cat. Do you think I wouldn’t be able to break into my damn spare room?”
Cat practically pulled her covers to her chin. “I’m naked under here, Repo,” she said. He looked her over as if he could see straight through the thin barrier of blankets and sheets that covered her body. “I thought you said you don’t fuck with your money,” she whispered. Repo shook his head as if trying to erase the mental images he had conjured of her and nodded.
“Right,” he agreed. “You want to tell me why you locked the fucking door, Cat?”
“Well, Dad,” she teased, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not your father, Cat. If I was, you’d be over my knee and I’d be spanking your ass red by this point.” Now it was her turn to feel a little hot and bothered. She looked Repo’s body over, noticing that he was fresh from the shower and wearing just a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his muscles and showed off his impressive tattoos. Cat wondered if his entire torso was covered in ink and the thought of seeing him naked made her mouth water. It had been some time since she was turned on by just looking at a man. She had become so desensitized by sex and men that nothing seemed to turn her on anymore. The men she met up with for sex were just a job to her and nothing about pleasuring them was a turn on for her. Repo seemed to make her girly parts stand up and take notice which was a nice surprise.
“Spank me?” she questioned as if she didn’t hear him quite right. She had never been spanked before and the thought of him doing that to her made her wet. Some of her clients liked things a little rough but she never let it get out of hand. Spanking, hitting, biting—they were all against the rules while she was working. But, she’d be willing to push her limits with Repo, if he was asking.
“No,” he breathed. “Okay, that was a bad choice of words on my part. That’s not going to happen between us, Cat, so wipe that thought right out of your head.”
Cat gave a curt nod, “Right—no spanking then,” she said feeling a little disappointed.
“You still haven’t answered my question, Cat. Why did you lock yourself in here? Do I scare you?” Repo asked.
Repo was a big guy and he probably scared most people. His appearance was intimidating with his tattoos and bad boy biker vibes he was throwing out but he didn’t scare her—not at all.
“No,” Cat admitted. “I guess I locked it out of habit.” She decided to give him a little part of the truth because the whole bit would make her sound pathetic.
“Habit,” he repeated. “I get that you lived in a bad neighborhood but why would you lock your bedroom door?” he pushed. God, she hated that he wouldn’t drop the whole subject. The last thing Cat wanted to do was spill her guts about her shitty upbringing. But, Repo was like a dog with a bone and she was sure he wouldn’t let her slide with her partial truths.
“Fine,” she spat. “I lock my bedroom door because it’s what I had to do when I was a kid. My step-father figured out how to get past the locked door too—like you Repo.” He took a step back from her, acting as if she had offended him in some matter.
“I—I wouldn’t do that to you, Cat,” he defended. “God, that happened to you?” he asked.
Cat nodded, “Yeah,” she breathed. “I didn’t mean to imply that you are anything like my asshole step-father.”
“How old were you when it started?” Repo asked.
“Fourteen,” she murmured. “It started when I was fourteen and went on for two years until I ran away.” Repo crossed the small bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed.
“Shit, Cat,” he grumbled. “Did you tell anyone?”
Cat barked out her laugh, “Not at first,” she admitted. “I know how pathetic that makes me sound but when he told me that he’d kill my little brother, Liam if I told my mom, I believed him. When I turned sixteen, something inside of me switched on and I realized that the power he held over me was something I was allowing. I gave him my power by keeping my mouth shut. I finally broke down and told my mother.”
“Wow,” Repo breathed. “Good for you. What did she do? Is your step-father still in prison?” Cat’s laughter rang through the room and Repo looked at her as if she lost her mind.
“He never went to prison. Hell, that fucker wasn’t even arrested. My mother didn’t believe me,” she said. “She took his side in the whole thing—even going as far as to call me a slut and saying that I seduced him. What fourteen-year-old girl wants to lose her virginity to her step-father?” she questioned. Repo reached out and took her hand into his and Cat found the gesture to be so damn sweet, she couldn’t help her tears. She wasn’t a crier—never had been but it was like a dam broke inside of her and she couldn’t hold them at bay one minute longer.
“Damnit,” she cursed. “I never cry.”
“It’s all right, Cat. You don’t have to be kick-ass tough all the damn time. You’re a human being and allowed to break down once in a while,” Repo insisted.
“I just don’t want to give him my tears, you know? I’ve already given him so much of myself,” she sobbed.
“Cat,” Repo whispered. He scooted closer to her, pulling her into his arms and she willingly let him, taking the comfort he was offering. It had been so long since someone touched her like he was—just giving her comfort and not wanting anything in return from her. It felt good to have someone just want to hug her and not want a blow job for their efforts. Cat had forgotten what it felt like to have someone care about her or in this case—pretend to care. She sobbed into his t-shirt knowing that trying to hold back her tears was pointless. He was right, she could let herself grieve just this once, and then she’d push all the sadness and emotions back down where they belonged—below the surface. What had happened to her was dark and disgusting and should never see the light of day. Her past was too ugly—she was ugly and her step-father had made her that way.
“I’m so sorry, Honey,” he whispered. “Your mother should have had your back—you were just a kid.”
“Yeah well, she didn’t,” Cat said into his chest. “Instead, she kicked me out and that was fine by me since I was leaving anyway. There was no way I wanted to stick around and let that asshole continue to rape me. But, I had to leave Liam, my little brother. He was still a kid and I never knew if he made it out of that hellhole like I did.” Leaving Liam was the only thing she regretted about leaving her childhood home. He was only twelve when she left.
“How old would your brother be now?” Repo asked, as if able to read her mind.
