Chapter 10 #2
I glance over my shoulder and see that he’s still watching, his eyes dark and sinister, warning me not to push him too far. I think about how his hands felt as they pinned me down, the warnings he whispered in my ear, and how overpowering it was when he came inside me…both times.
Ren awakened me from my nightmare this morning; he replaced all my fears with his own sick version of comfort. I can feel myself getting addicted to it.
I should be running in the opposite direction from this dark, overbearing stranger, but instead, I want him to come to me.
I want him to put his hands on my body and kiss me right here on this dance floor for everyone to see.
I want him to remind me that I belong to him.
The guy who’s been giving all his attention to Katelyn calls over his friend, and when he starts to dance with me, instead of backing away like I usually would, I allow him to place his hands on my hips.
I stare straight back at Ren, watching him shake his head like he’s displeased and waiting for him to come over here and drag me away.
“You really are a brand new you,” Katelyn calls out to me, holding her hand out for me to high five as she grinds on her guy, and when I take a look back over to where Ren is sitting, I’m surprised, and disappointed to see that he’s not there anymore.
Suddenly, I don't feel so confident. I don’t feel safe with this guy's hands on me anymore, so I quickly pull away.
“You okay?” He looks worried. “I’m sorry, I thought–”
“I’m fine, I just need to get another drink.” I smile at him, wondering what the hell just came over me. I don’t do these kinds of things. I don’t lead men on. Did knowing that Ren was watching make me feel so invincible that I forgot all the dangers?
“Cool, I’ll come with you.” He steps up.
“No. It’s fine. I need the bathroom, too.
” I rush to get away from him, heading toward the bathroom and locking myself inside a cubicle.
Ren must have me believing every word he said when he promised no one would ever hurt me again.
Was I just testing him? Trying to poke the bear?
Ren wasn’t in the booth anymore. I didn’t see him on my way in here.
What if I pushed him too far? What if I’ve screwed everything up?
I give myself some time to calm down before I step back out of the bathroom and head straight to the bar for some water.
The music seems to have gotten louder, and I have to stretch on my toes and lean right across for the bartender to hear my order.
I almost jump out of my skin when I feel a hand touch my shoulder.
“Hey, it’s just me. You okay?” Katelyn looks concerned as she holds up both her hands.
“I’m fine, absolutely fine.” I pull together a smile for her.
“Mark’s friend already left, and Mark’s decided to come back to my place. Are you coming too?” she offers, brushing her fingers through Mark’s stubble as she looks up at him adoringly.
“No, I’ll leave you guys to it, I’ll just get an Uber back to mine.” I take out my phone so I can get one ordered.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you.” Katelyn leans in closer so Mark can’t hear her.
“He has his fucking tongue pierced,” she whispers.
“I’ll be fine,” I assure her, taking the iced water from the barman and taking a sip. “You two have a good night.” I raise my glass up to her and smile.
“Speak tomorrow, bestie.” She kisses my cheek before they both head toward the exit, and I do another scan of the room.
There’s no sign of Ren anywhere, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t here.
Slipping my phone back into my purse, I decide not to bother with the Uber.
I’m sober enough, and my apartment isn’t far from here.
The fresh air will do me some good, and maybe, if Ren is still hanging around, he might follow me home.
I make my way out onto the street and past the doormen.
Mark and Katelyn are long gone, and I start moving in the direction of my apartment.
There's a passageway that goes beneath the train line, which I could use to make my journey home quicker. Usually, I’d avoid it at all costs, but when I get that sense that I'm not alone, I feel brave and take a left to head straight for it.
I imagine Ren getting wild with agitation as I step closer to the secluded tunnel.
The tension in his fingers, the rasp in his whisper.
Just the thought of it gives me a rush. I can hear footsteps behind me, and as tempted as I am to turn around, I keep walking forward.
This is beyond reckless, but I know it’s him.
I can feel him like a sixth sense, and I like how the adrenaline feels as it pumps through my body.
I don’t scream when a firm arm wraps around my middle, dragging me backward and holding me tight against the solid body that’s behind me. Instead, I smile when I feel his breath on my neck.
“What did I tell you about walking into dark alleys?” His growl is deep and angry, so deep that I feel it vibrate in his chest.
“Must have slipped my mind.” I turn around in his arms so I’m facing him, and see the hood on the black hoodie he’s wearing is up over his head. How can something that looks so dangerous be so appealing?
“You seem to be testing me tonight, Kitten. I don’t like it.” He steps into me, forcing me back, into the darkness, until my shoulders hit a cold stone wall.
“Well, I didn’t like you leaving without saying goodbye this morning,” I point out, not caring if it sounds needy, right now it seems to be my only defense.
“You let that fucker put his hands on you.” He touches my hips in exactly the same spot Mark’s friend did.
“It was just a dance,” I whisper, feeling the anger radiating off him. Instead of making me want to get away, it puts a heavy throb in the pit of my stomach.
“Tell that to the guy who’s just endured having every single one of his fingers broken.” Ren slides the tip of his nose along my jaw and breathes me in. “Do you have any idea what could happen to a pretty girl like you, taking a walk like this by herself?” he whispers.
I haven’t gone into much detail about my past with Ren, but I figured he must be aware of what I’ve suffered if he knows that the people who made me lose my trust in the world are dead.
“Why don’t you show me?” I taunt him. Proving to him, and to myself, that I’m not that girl anymore.
Last night, Ren told me he was the only person ever allowed to cause me pain from now on. I wasn’t sure what he meant by it, but it’s stuck in my mind and I want to find out.
“You really want that?” He twists me around roughly so the front of my body crushes against the wall, and I look back at him over my shoulder and nod.
“Okay, little Kitten. I’ll play. Just remember that word for me, okay?”
“I’ll remember it,” I tell him, feeling that adrenaline start to spike as his hand slides around my body and into the front of my skirt.
“You already wet for me?” he asks, not giving me time to answer before he curls two of his fingers into my entrance.
“Mmmm, my girl has been having some nasty thoughts tonight,” he whispers, and I shiver with anticipation when I hear the buckle of his belt and feel him take his cock out behind me.
“I’m gonna make this real quick and really fucking hard.
You sure this sore, little pussy can take that?
” he asks, lifting my skirt up over my ass and letting his cock rest against the base of my spine.
“I can take it,” I assure him as he slides his hand out of my skirt, then uses them both to take hold of my ass cheeks and squeeze his cock between them. I instantly tense, and he laughs menacingly in my ear.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be taking all your firsts at once.
I’m saving this one for a very special occasion.
” Reaching around my hips, he grabs my thighs and spreads them open from the front, then bends his knees so his cock lines up with my entrance.
I can feel his tip, wet and pulsing against me, and that throb in my stomach starts to become unbearable.
“Here.” He places the arch of his hand between my teeth.
“Bite down on this if you need to,” he whispers, slamming inside me in one hard, unforgiving thrust. My teeth instantly clamp down on his flesh as my body adjusts to the shock of his entry and the sheer size of him.
I’ve been sore all day and although his cock burns like a hot rod stoking inside me, It somehow brings with it a relief.
I don’t have time to recover before he pulls it back and slams back into me again.
My tits smash against the wall, rubbing against the bricks while the hand I’m not biting down on gathers up my hair.
“That’s right, baby, sink those teeth in deeper.
You wanna see if you can make me bleed?” I do as he says while he continues to thrust in and out of my pussy.
He’s not being gentle. It hurts, but the thrill of it all far surpasses the pain.
“That’s it, draw blood, taste it. It’s gonna look so pretty on your lips.
” His voice speaks harshly into my ear. “You're gonna learn that I don’t like people touching what’s mine, Eloise.
That guy you used to tease me, paid the price tonight.
” He sets off sparks when he tugs tighter on my hair.
“I don’t like you taking risks, there might be a time when I’m not watching, and I told you, baby.
No one gets to hurt you but me. I own your pain and I own your pleasure.
” His words trigger that heat inside me to overflow and press my palms into the wall as I bite down harder on the arch of his hand.
“Fuck, Kitten, you’re gonna come for me, I can fucking feel it.
” He sucks hard at my neck as my body spasms, and the taste of his blood seeps onto my tongue.
“Holy fuck, you feel good. I’m gonna come in you so deep.
You want all that cum inside you, Kitten?
You want this pussy full?” My head automatically nods, despite the fact that those birth control pills aren’t effective immediately.
I’m hanging onto the hope that the Plan B I took before I came out will cover it.
“Yeah, you do.” His voice changes, sounding all sympathetic and condescending.
“You better get used to having this pussy full of me.” He sucks at my skin in between his words.
“Reminding you of who you belong to. Do you want me to give you some right now?” He drags his hand away from my mouth, and I feel his blood and my saliva slide with it as it moves under my chin to grip my neck.
“Speak up, baby girl. Tell me what you want.” His fingers clench at my throat.
“I…I want you to come,” I whimper, as he slams against me harder.
It doesn’t seem to be hurting anymore. I’m starting to learn that with Ren, nothing hurts the way it should.
My mind doesn’t work right, but the world has never felt safer.
The only time I’m looking over my shoulder now is to find him.
I have so many questions, questions I fear the answer to.
This guy has dark, twisted secrets that have somehow led him to me.
I don’t want to think about what they might be, not while I’m feeling all these new things, not when my past can’t hurt me, and I don’t feel like a victim anymore.
“Ask for it nicely, Kitten. Beg me to fill this pretty, tight pussy that belongs to me,” he manages in between breaths, pulling my hair so hard it stings my scalp.
“Please, come in my pussy, Ren. I want it. I want you to fill it.”
“Fuck… here it comes.” He clenches his fingers and grunts so deep it sends those shockwaves through me all over again.
“Good girl, good f uckin’ girl. You're so perfect.” He kisses the back of my head as he catches his breath back, loosening his grip, and suddenly hearing those words turns my whole body cold.
“Can you…can not call me that?” I whisper, feeling my stomach start to churn.
“Shit, El, I’m sorry.” He must pick up on how upset I am because he pulls out and quickly spins me around so I’m facing him.
“My father used to call me that.” I lower my head, closing my eyes, and when I see my dad grinning back at me, I quickly open them again.
“Fuck your father and what he used to call you.” Ren rests his palm against my cheek.
“You're my good girl.” He smiles at me darkly, taking my chin between his thumb and finger and forcing me to look at him. “You hear that? His words can’t hurt you anymore than he can, now.” I nod back at him feebly.
“You trust me, Eloise. You let me test your boundaries and you take my cock and my cum so fucking nicely.” His thumb brushes the tear that runs down my cheek onto my lips so I can taste it.
“Whose good girl are you now?” he asks, turning that sick sensation in my stomach into something warm and wholesome.
“I’m yours.” I smile up at him.
“Who are you gonna let take care of you?” He fixes his eyes hard on mine.
“You.”
“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips, before he kisses them. “Now, let’s get you home.