His Fractured Girl (“HIS” #4)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

Sophie

“ S ophie.” The whisper flutters through my mind, pulling me from the dark depths of my sleep. “Come on, Soph, open up those pretty eyes for me.” I try to lift my lids, but the weight of the alcohol is making them so heavy.

“Wake up, baby.”

They open to that word, and the room starts to spin. No one calls me baby. I’ve never been anyone’s baby. I can’t see past the darkness in front of me. For all I know, it’s my mind playing tricks on me.

“There you are.”

My vision begins to adjust, finding a set of dark eyes staring into mine.

“God, you’re so pretty.”

Or maybe I’m still dreaming because Maddock would never call me pretty. He’s dating the prettiest girl in our school. She’s thin. Beautiful. Perfect. Everyone is drawn to Presley. Me… No one even notices me when I’m not with one of the other girls. Maddock certainly doesn’t.

“I want to kiss you, Soph.”

It’s definitely a drunken fantasy invading my senses. I let myself settle back into the heavy feeling. My eyes closing as I roll to my back, wanting the dream to play out. But there’s nothing but darkness now. I can’t see his face anymore. I think I lost it. It’s probably because my mind can no longer conjure up a world even in my sleep where Maddock would be interested in me.

“Don’t go back to sleep, Sophie.”

This time there’s a heavy feeling pressing against my chest. A warmth hovering above. I pry my eyes open again and find Maddock looming over me. He’s staring down intensely. His hand softly stroking across my cheek. This feels real. Is it real?

“Am I dreaming?”

“No, gorgeous girl, but you’re probably still buzzed.”

Yeah, I can definitely still feel the alcohol running through my veins. The warmth burning in my cheeks. The most obvious tell is the mental weightlessness. My insecurities aren’t pressing at the forefront of my thoughts. I’m not worried about how thick I must feel to him. I’m not thinking about my weight at all.

“Are you going to let me kiss you, Soph?”

The tipsy feeling starts to recede as my nerves sharpen around the edges. I may not be dreaming, but he definitely is. Either that, or the alcohol is confusing him. “I’m not your girlfriend, Maddock. Presley’s over there.” We all crashed on a sea of cushions and blankets in Sarah’s basement, and it’s obvious he’s taken a wrong turn.

“I don’t want to kiss Presley. I want to kiss you. You’re so beautiful, Sophie.” His hand cups my chin, and the room suddenly feels like a furnace.

“This is the alcohol talking.” I try to shift out from under him, but it’s impossible to budge under his large frame. “You need to get off me, Maddock.” Before his girlfriend wakes up. Though, she was the first one to pass out. Her tiny frame can’t handle as many drinks as someone like me. And we all drank a lot tonight.

“It’s not the alcohol.” His deep voice rumbles across my cheek as his smooth lips slide up to my ear. I’m paralyzed in shock. I don’t know what’s happening right now. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Soph. You’re so fucking pretty.” He nibbles along the crest of my ear, and my saturated system is in overdrive. “Now that Pres and I are breaking up, I can’t deny the way I feel about you.”

Breaking up? Since when? I’ve always been told that alcohol is a truth serum, but what he’s saying has to be a lie. He and Presley have been dating for over a year. They’re so cute together. Most likely to get married. Though it did look like they were fighting earlier. I tried not to eavesdrop, but when I went to the bathroom, it sounded like he was angry with her. Something about Spencer, but that’s the only word that was clear.

“Why are you breaking up?”

“Because she knows I have feelings for someone else.”

That’s impossible to believe. There’s no way he could be ending things over me. That’s not even probable. Presley’s every guy’s fantasy. And I’m just the chubby sidekick who’s lucky enough to get to call her a friend.

“Kiss me, Soph. Show me that I’m not alone in this.”

I lean up on my forearms, looking around the room, trying to make sure I’m not hallucinating. Everyone is out cold. It looks like people literally just dropped in place and passed out. And there’s Presley. Her hair is covering her pretty face. She looks like she’s dead asleep. A steady rise and fall to her chest. Her mouth slightly parted.

“Please don’t deny me, baby.”

I turn back. His handsome face is mere inches from mine. All the smooth edges of his jawline are illuminated by the moonlight that’s shining through the sliding glass door. My system is overwhelmed. The alcohol is slowing my ability to process what’s happening. The way he’s looking at me is making my stomach flutter. Though the wings of the little butterflies are heavy and soaked with liquor. No one’s ever looked at me this way before. People treat me like their kid sister. The guys only speak to me if a teacher requires it in class. The rest of the time, I’m nonexistent. But Maddock is looking at me like I’m the one he wants. It’s the same way he looks at Presley.

Presley. Presley. Presley. My sweet friend Presley.

“But it’s not right, Maddock. I don’t want Presley to hate me.” Out of all the girls, she’s actually the nice one. The only one I can genuinely call a friend.

“She won’t hate you. I promise. She has a thing for Spencer. Besides, she won’t even find out about us.”

A wave of unease hits my stomach, but I think that’s the alcohol reprimanding my body for drinking too much. My eighteen-year-old system isn’t used to hard liquor, and the rum punch Sarah made was strong. Now, I know what Maddock and Presley were fighting about earlier, but none of this is making any sense. Why would Presley want Spencer when she has the most perfect guy ever to exist? I think I need a glass of water.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” He shifts back, looking down at my chest. “How incredible this body is?”

There’s another heavy flutter as his hand runs up my side, giving my breast a squeeze. It’s the first time anyone has touched me so intimately. There’s a warmth running through my veins but it’s no longer from the alcohol. It’s the way his thumb is rubbing over my nipple, circling it with his heavy touch. My mind swirls around the word gorgeous . No one has ever told me I’m beautiful before. Sarah says I need to lose weight. And I heard Joel ask why the fat one was coming along when we went to the lake last weekend.

“Does that feel good, Soph?” The flutter tightens in my stomach. My mind is trying to focus on his face and his question. His touch—it feels incredible. There’s a tingling sensation running over my skin, but I’m so confused. I don’t know what to think about any of this. It’s too much to take in.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about you, baby. I’d look across the room in class and just imagine pulling your shirt down, wishing I could suck on your fat nipples.”

My shirt is shrugged down slowly, and I can’t reconcile the look in his eyes or what he just said. There’s true desire burning in his stare. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. He’s looking at me like I’m sexy. When his head slowly descends and his lips close around my tightened peak, the shock finally jolts my system.

“Maddock, you need to stop. Presley is my friend. And you guys aren’t even broken up yet.” I think that’s what he said. Or did he say they had broken up? Either way, it doesn’t matter. This feels wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to hurt her. “We can’t do this.” At least not until things have ended between them and I’m positive Presley won’t hate me if I start dating him. Because I really would like to date him. That would be amazing.

“I told her it was over earlier, but I think she was too drunk to understand because she was still clinging to me. Tomorrow, I’ll spell it out for her. Make sure she knows we’re done.” His hold on my breast tightens, and his tongue starts licking over my pebbled skin, sending tingly little sensations prickling through my body. “God, your tits are so fucking sexy.”

His warm breath casts over my sensitive peak, causing goose bumps to flare up my arms. I’ve never felt wanted like this before. The desire is stirring low in my gut, pulling tighter as he suctions harder. His mouth is nursing the pleasure right from my body. I didn’t know how good it would feel to have a guy kiss me there.

“And she’s not your friend,” he groans against me, rubbing his cheek over and around. “The girls are always talking about you behind your back. I hate what they say about you, Soph. You’re so pretty and nice, but they don’t really like you. They think you’re a tagalong. And that you copy everything they do.”

The insecurities blow right back in like a gust of wind. That old familiar feeling of rejection is a sobering pill to swallow. Out of all the girls, I thought Presley genuinely liked me. But it sounds like that’s not the case. I guess she’s just been pretending to be my friend like the rest of them. She calls me the tagalong, but she’s always the one who invites me everywhere. If she didn’t want me to come, she should’ve left me off the chat. I may be chubby but I’m not dumb. Nor am I a pity case.

“Hey!” He tips my chin up, peering into my eyes. “The only reason they talk about you is because they’re jealous. Just look at you, baby.” His eyes roam down as his pearly whites sink into his bottom lip. He’s staring at my chest again, and that flushed feeling rushes over me once more. “None of them have a rack like you. Your body is what us guys fantasize about. But we’re always too afraid of being shot down, so we go for the safe girl. That’s why I asked Presley out first. I thought you were out of my league.”

That’s absolutely preposterous. He’s out of my league. He’s the guy everyone wants to date. And Presley is the last one I would call a safe bet. She’s out of everyone’s league. It just goes to show how we should never assume things because even guys have insecurities.

“If you had asked me out first, I would’ve said yes.”

“So, say yes to me now, Sophie. Tell me I can have you.”

Have me? I’m not sure what that means, but when his mouth wraps around my taut peak again, I give up trying to make sense of everything. I just want to feel. For once, I don’t want to think about how I don’t measure up. I don’t want to think about all my imperfections. How I’m chubbier than all the girls. How I bore people when I talk about school stuff. I just want to feel sexy and worthy…and good. And goodness is he making me feel good. I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.

“Lie down, baby.”

I lie back, feeling a wave of dizziness come over me. I close my eyes to stop it, but the spinning starts again. When cold air suddenly hits between my legs, my eyes fly open again. He’s stripped me of my panties and now I’m on full display for him. For him, and for anyone else who wakes up.

I quickly scan the room, but no one has even budged. It’s like the alcohol has cast a sleeping spell over everyone. There isn’t even a stirring. Nothing but a lull of soft snores sifting throughout the room.

“You need to keep quiet.” His gruff whisper is at my ear. “I want my tongue between these thighs, but if you make a peep, I’ll have to stop.”

I swallow down a gulp of nerves, trying to reconcile what’s about to happen. This is something I’ve dreamt about, something I’ve imagined when I’m alone in my room, but I never thought it would actually happen. Or be happening with the hottest guy at our school. He shifts back, positioning himself between my thighs and my stomach goes haywire. This is really happening. Maddock is about to go down on me. He’s staring between my thighs, looking eager for a taste. He looks more excited about what’s about to happen than I am.

My stomach flutters with a nervous anticipation as his head starts to descend. When his mouth presses against my swollen skin, the nerves are overridden by tingles. He’s kissing me slow and sweet, his tongue sweeping up through my folds and then flicking over my clit. It’s different than I anticipated. Though, I really didn’t know what to expect. He starts to grow hungrier and then I feel his mouth everywhere. His tongue licking wildly. His teeth taking little nibbles. It’s almost too much, and I’m struggling to grasp onto the tingly feeling.

I think my nerves may be in control because my body doesn’t want to relax. It’s like a tug-of-war is going off in my gut. One moment I’m being pulled toward my release, then it grows slack, and I lose it. It’s hard to chase the feelings when they’re so inconsistent. But then…his lips close around my clit and the humming starts deep in my gut. The heat envelops my nerves. The tingles trickle over me again, and I start to draw closer and closer. But right as it begins to build to the peak, enticing me closer to the edge, his mouth disappears.

My eyes snap open and he’s climbing over me again, looking like a feral wolf under the moonlight shining in. “I need you, Sophie. I need to be inside you.”

The throbbing pulses begin to fade, and my nerves are back in control.

“I’ve never done this before, Maddock.” I’m still a virgin. All of this is a first for me.

“I’m glad you saved yourself for me, Sophie. It makes me feel special.”

I wasn’t saving myself for anyone. It’s just that no one has ever been interested in me before.

“I want you to get on top, so I don’t hurt you.”

I look into his eyes and my stomach is winding tighter. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I imagined my first time being different than this. I thought I’d lose my virginity to someone I’d been seriously dating. Someone I was in love with. Not that I couldn’t feel that way about Maddock, but it takes time. Plus, I didn’t think I’d have sex on a floor in a room full of people. I imagined being in a suite at a hotel with candles lit around the room and rose petals sprinkled across the bed. But…I also never imagined a guy like Maddock wanting me.

“It’s okay, Soph. I promise it will feel good. I’m not one of those assholes who wants to rip you apart. I’ll go nice and slow. I want your first time to be something you’ll remember as being special. So, you’ll set the pace, okay?”

That’s awfully considerate that he wants it to be good for me. Cammie was talking about how Justin just plowed right into her when they had sex for the first time and how it hurt so much. Her first time was miserable, and he didn’t even care. It’s one of the reasons she broke up with him. But Maddock actually wants to make it good for me. It seems like he actually cares about my well-being. If that’s the case, maybe he’d be okay if we waited until we’re alone because that would be more special. Or even after we’ve gone on a date. Or maybe ten. It feels like everything’s moving so fast. And so is the room.

“I don’t think I’m ready, Maddock. Can we wait until we’re someplace more private?”

His head turns, scanning the area. Everyone is still exactly where they were a few minutes ago, eyes closed, completely oblivious to anything happening. I almost feel like we should check to make sure everyone is still breathing.

“No one will ever know, Soph. Don’t you think it makes it hot?” He presses himself between my legs, and I feel his hard bulge right against my naked skin. “None of those girls are as brave or as wild to do something like this.” He starts to rub against me. “It makes you fearless, baby. It makes you a naughty girl.” He rocks faster and a slow simmering heat is starting to roll in my gut. “God, I want you so much, Soph.” He leans down and sucks on my nipple again, making the butterflies raise their heavy little wings. Maddock wants me. “It’s all I can think about. I want to make you mine once and for all. Claim the girl I think could end up being my high school sweetheart.”

My reservations loosen their grip with each of his sweet words. I would give anything to be his. I never knew he had such strong feelings for me. Maybe the moment doesn’t have to be perfect. Maybe being spontaneous is better than overthinking. Besides, I want to make him happy. I’m worried that if I don’t do this, his feelings will change toward me. I’m worried he’ll regret his decision to end things with Presley and will change his mind.

“Okay.” The word slips from my mouth. “But if it hurts, can we stop?” I have a low threshold for pain and don’t want to find myself in the same position as Cammie, regretting my decision.

“Sure, baby. You’re the one in the driver’s seat. If you get on top, it will hurt less.” The fact that he knows that is almost sobering. It reminds me of who he’s been with, and the guilt starts to creep back in. But he told me Presley has feelings for someone else. And it’s not like I’m going against girl code and dating my friend’s ex because apparently, she doesn’t even like me. But Maddock…he likes me. And he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. He just wants me to be his.

He lays down on his back, and my mind spins with a million different thoughts as I sit up. Insecurities and doubts are creeping back in, swirling with the alcohol. But the overriding thought is that I want him. I shift over his lap, straddling his hips. It feels kind of awkward to just get right to the sex. Shouldn’t we be kissing and getting in the mood? I guess we already had foreplay. And now, it’s his turn for pleasure since I didn’t exactly return the favor.

He’s working to pull his jogging pants down, and I’m nervously watching as his dick springs free. I’ve never seen one before, so it makes me even more nervous. Not that it’s big or looks too thick to fit, but it’s going to be inside me. And in a few minutes, I’ll no longer be a virgin. I’m about to have sex.

“Now, just raise your hips so I can sink inside.”

Doesn’t he want me to touch him first? Stroke him a little to build the anticipation? I guess guys just operate different than us girls. I should probably be excited he’s so eager to be inside me. He looks like he can’t wait a second longer. And I’ve heard about blue balls before. Maybe his are already starting to ache.

I raise my hips, not wanting to cause him pain, and he lines himself up. His cock presses against my entrance, and a wave of nervousness hits. I’m anxious about how it’s going to feel, but excited that soon I will no longer be a virgin. It’s another thing that Sarah has made fun of me for. Now, I’ll be able to say I had sex with the hottest guy at our school. I wonder what she’ll think of me then.

As my thoughts spiral, he begins to pull me down on top of him. His cock is sinking inside my body faster than I expected, tugging against my skin. It feels tight. And there’s a burning sensation taking root. It’s starting to get uncomfortable, and I think I want to stop.

“Maddock… I…”

His hips thrust up, and a sharp pain slices through my core. I wasn’t prepared for it. Cammie said it hurt, and I’ve read about it in books, but this… It feels like I’ve been torn. But I guess I have.

“Sorry, baby. The worst part is over. Now, it will start to feel good. God, you feel incredible, Soph. You’re so tight.”

That tightness he’s enjoying feels like a dry burn to me. I think I need to climb off and take a breather. Plus, the alcohol is making me queasy. Maybe if I were sober, and we were in a romantic setting, him kissing me, telling me all the things he likes about me, I’d feel more at ease. Maybe then I’d be able to relax, and this would feel better. But my thoughts are all over the place and I can’t get settled.

“Now, rock those hips, Soph. Show me how naughty you can be.”

I’m not sure I can. The pain hasn’t subsided. And I don’t think I want to be naughty anymore. I’m more of a good girl. I like getting straight As. I like following the rules. I shift to climb off, wanting a reprieve, but his hands grip onto my waist.

“Fuck, Sophie. That’s it. Just like that, baby. Damn, you feel so good. It never felt this good with Presley.”

His praise has me changing my mind. My mind focusing on his face. He looks to be really enjoying himself. It makes me want to give him more. I do want to make him feel good. Maybe I just need to give it a moment and everything will feel better like he said, and I’ll start to get into it. I push back down, slowly taking him all the way in again. I’m trying to ignore the burn and focus on his face. Watching his eyes grow heavy again as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. I want to channel that feeling and push past my nerves. I lift back up, and he lets out another strangled grunt. Obviously feeling the pleasure. I like giving him pleasure. It definitely makes it more pleasurable for me.

“Damn, your thick lips feel so good. Your heavy cunt is hugging my shaft like a glove.”

My body tenses and my insecurities are right back at the forefront of my thoughts. I’m sure he meant it as a compliment, but my rattled mind is taking it as an insult. Being reminded of my weight isn’t exactly what I want to hear during sex. But guys are always saying how they want a girl to feel tight, so I should stop worrying and focus on the fact that he said it feels good, that it feels better than when he’s with Presley.

“Come on, Soph. Take me for a ride, baby. I want to see those heavy tits bounce as you fuck my cock.”

His hands urge my hips to move, and I try to follow his lead. At least, the burning sensation is gone. It still feels like every movement is pulling against dry skin, but maybe the faster I move, it will start to loosen. I think I need to take a deep breath and remember who it is that I’m having sex with right now. I just gave my virginity to the hottest guy in school.

“Maddock?”

My body freezes in place, the sound of Presley’s voice sobering me with fear. I’m praying she’s just calling for him in her sleep. My breath is trapped inside my lungs, trying not to make a peep.

“Sophie?”

I look over my shoulder and the horrified expression on her face guts me. She’s seeing everything. She knows exactly what’s happening. And the guilt is crashing down hard.

“What are you two… Why… How could you do this to me, Maddock?”

She starts to scramble to her feet, struggling to get up from the floor, and I’m suddenly bucked off Maddock’s hips, falling back onto my butt as he goes after her.

“Presley, wait!”

He takes off after her, and I quickly fix my clothes, needing to go apologize to her too. We never should’ve done this. We should’ve waited until long after they had broken up. We should’ve waited until there wasn’t a chance of her catching us. She might already hate me, but I never wanted to hurt her. And even if she has feelings for someone else, it doesn’t mean that she wants Maddock’s new relationship rubbed in her face.

I stop short outside the bathroom door, feeling like I’m going to be sick as I listen to Maddock’s nervous voice.

“I swear, baby, I was passed out. And when I woke up, I thought it was you riding my cock. It wasn’t until you just spoke that I realized it wasn’t you on top of me.”

I cling to the wall, nearly losing my balance. My mind sobering with every single one of his lying words.

“Baby, please. You have to believe me. Why would I ever go for a girl like that when I have the prettiest girl at school? You know me, Pres. You know how much I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you. And certainly not at the chance of getting caught. Just think about it, babe. If I was going to cheat on you, why would I do it when you’re lying right next to me?”

The tears slide down my cheeks and it feels like all the air has been sucked from the room. I’m struggling to breathe. Struggling to make sense of what he’s saying. He’s blaming me. Acting as if I took advantage of him in his sleep. Oh my God. I can’t believe what he’s saying. And I can’t believe I fell for his lies. I gobbled them down like candy, savoring the sweetness, but I should’ve known it couldn’t have been true.

“I was so drunk. I’m still drunk. If you hadn’t woken me, she would’ve gotten off and I never would’ve known what happened.”

The room is closing in. I think I’m having a panic attack, either that or a heart attack. I quickly rise from the ground and run, grabbing my bag before I escape through the sliding glass door. I just gave him my virginity.

As soon as I’m in my car, the sob rocks through me. I fight to get myself calm. Fight to clear my eyes so I can get myself home. When I see the blood smeared across my thighs, the pain tears through me again. I just gave that asshole something special, and I can never get it back. And the worst part is, I betrayed my friend. The look on Presley’s face will forever be burned in my mind. It’s a wound I’ll be living with for the rest of my life.