Chapter 6
HARPER
It feels like I’m having a heart attack, and my lungs are collapsing at the same time. Why didn’t I think before I slapped him? His pupils are blown, his eyes almost black, feral.
“Strip, now. If you don’t, it won’t be pretty…
and I don’t want to be responsible for breaking you, not yet at least.” The darkness inside of him pours out, terrifying me into a shocked stupor.
Every single bone in my body says to run, escape, my fight or flight instincts kick in full force, but if I give way to running, he’ll chase, and when he catches me…
“You won’t hurt me,” I say, my voice small even though I try to sound strong and determined.
“Are you sure about that?”
I nod, even though I’m not sure at all.
“Maybe not, but I can make your life hell in other ways. I know people at the school. I can get your grades dropped; make you lose your precious scholarship.”
Shit, that I believe. He could fuck this up for me. Something I worked so hard for. This scholarship means everything to my family and me. I won’t ever get a chance like this again. A chance for a better life.
Shivering, I swallow down my fear and stop myself from thinking on it any further.
I can do this. I can do what he wants so he’ll leave me alone.
With shaking hands, I reach for my shirt, lifting the hem, I pull it up and over my head.
The cold air of the room makes contact with my skin, and I consider tugging the thing back down, but the way Warren is looking at me now, tells me he has very little patience left.
Next is the button on my jeans. I flick it, listening as the pop resonates through the room, then I slide them down my legs slowly, telling myself, he’s not really here, and I’m just wearing a bikini.
Tears prick my eyes as I stand before him in my underwear, my body on display to him.
A boy I used to think was my everything, my knight, until he turned into the cruel monster that he is today.
“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” A vicious grin that could only be described as Satan smiling at you, graces his lips.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused while doing my best not to give away how afraid of him and this situation I am.
There is no reasoning with Warren, no understanding him.
It’s clear he wants something from me or at least wants me to pay for something I’ve done, but what is that something?
A question pricks my tongue, and just as I’m about to give voice to my thoughts, he clears his throat.
“Bra and panties off. Then, I want you to go over to the bed, crawling on your hands and knees. Lie on your back and close your eyes.”
Shaking like a leaf in the summer breeze, I chew on my lip, “Warren…”
“Do it,” he growls. That lean but athletic body of his vibrates with uncontrolled chaos, and I know if I object, all hell will break loose. Part of me wants to see him lose control while the other is scared of it.
Right now, I think the scared part wins, so tucking my tail between my legs, I slip my fingers into the side of my panties and shove them down, watching as they fall to the floor.
Without looking up, I unsnap my bra and toss it down as well. Then like a dog, I drop to my knees, the coldness of the floor against my skin makes me wince, but I bite the inside of my cheek to hide the sound. I refuse to give him any more leverage, to let him know how scared I am.
Crawling across the floor, I can feel his eyes on me.
As wrong as it is, and as slimy as I feel about it, my insides clench at the uncertainty of what may happen.
My core pulses with need, and I want to tell my stupid hormones to go away, that they don’t understand the person they’re reacting to is fucked up and crazy.
Reaching the bed, I pause, can I really do this? Can I swallow my pride and let him use my body just to keep him happy and keep my scholarship safe?
“Don’t tempt me, Harper. Please don’t fucking tempt me.
” Warren’s voice is cold and downright sinister.
A chill of terror blankets my body, and I obey him.
Crawling up onto the mattress, I lie down on my back.
Exhaling a ragged breath, I close my eyes and say a silent prayer.
When I hear his footsteps echoing off the floor, I start to shake.
What sick and twisted thing is he going to do?
“I used to think the world of you, Harper, that you were it for me. That you were this perfect little thing…” His fingers trail over my skin, and I flinch, wanting to open my eyes and see what he’s doing.
“I don’t understand…” I respond without thinking.
“Shhh, I didn’t tell you to speak,” Warren whispers, and I can feel his hot breath against my face.
A second later, I feel him pushing my thighs apart.
My body hums, heat pulses in my pussy, and radiates outward.
This is wrong. You don’t want him, I want to scream to my body, but it’s already betrayed me.
“Spread your thighs and keep them spread. You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t.
” I don’t need him to tell me. The warning is clear enough.
Trailing his fingers down between my breasts, I wait with bated breath for his next move.
I’m completely exposed, a fallen angel lying at the devil’s feet.
Rolling my nipple between two fingers, he causes both pain and pleasure to zing through me. I inhale sharply, and whimper as he releases my breast and does the same to the other.
“You’re a filthy fucking girl, and even though you’ve been bad and definitely don’t deserve my tongue, I’m going to give it to you.
I’m going to show you what you could’ve fucking had…
” I let my eyes flutter open just in time to see him dropping to his knees before me.
His fingers bite into my ass as he lifts me, bringing my pussy to his mouth as if I’m a steak and he hasn’t eaten in months.
At the first touch of his tongue against my clit, I whimper. At the second touch, I squirm, and by the third lick, I’m fighting for breath. The man is starving, feasting on me, and no matter how wrong this is, I don’t want him to stop.
Sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves, he makes my body hum and my head spin. I can’t comprehend what is up or down with his tongue against my pussy.
“So delicious...almost sweet,” he growls against my wet folds, and I swear his voice could be as good as Roger my vibrator.
“Oh… Oh…” I fist the sheets, thrashing against them like a helpless animal that’s being sacrificed.
His tongue starts to move faster, flicking my clit hard, and I bite my bottom lip to stop the scream that threatens to escape. Oh, fuck. I’m coming. I can feel it pulsing, building up, the pressure becoming too much.
“Warren…” I scream his name as I fall apart.
Light flashes before my eyes and my hips lift.
I feel nothing and everything all at once.
There is a buzzing in my ears, and as I drift down from my high, I find Warren is no longer between my legs but standing.
The juices of my release coat his lips, and this strange, twisted part of me wants to kiss him. To taste myself on his lips.
“Keep your legs fucking closed. Your pussy is mine to eat, fuck, and play with, no one else better touch you. I’ll kill them and make you watch.”
He can’t be serious, but judging by the look in his eyes, he is.
My gaze drifts down to his crotch, a significant bulge remains there.
I wonder if he’s going to find some girl to suck him off or go back to wherever it is he stays and fuck some random chick.
The thought hurts me more than I want to admit.
“Until next time,” he smiles and walks to the door. Once he’s gone, I remain on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. There are a thousand emotions lying dormant inside me, a million thoughts swirling, but all I can think about is… why does he hate me so much? What did I do to him?
Flipping the page of the textbook, I try my best to follow what professor Brice is saying.
I’ve always been good in school, straight A student and all.
I got here on an academic scholarship after all, but with everything going on, my mind is just too busy to concentrate on school.
It’s like I’m developing a form of ADHD which I’ve never had in my life.
Warren hasn’t only gotten under my skin, he has weaseled his way into every part of my life, my every thought, even my dreams at night. There is no escaping him, which was his plan all along.
“Hey,” the guy sitting two seats down from me calls, trying to get my attention.
He’s been staring at me for the better part of an hour, but even that is easily forgotten with Warren invading my mind.
I pin the scrawny guy with a glare, wondering what the hell he wants from me.
Doesn’t my face say it enough: don’t talk to me.
“What?” I ask in a harsher tone than necessary.
“Aren’t you, Harper?”
“Yeah, that’s my name. Do I know you?”
Leaning in a little closer so no one else can hear, he asks, “No, but James told me what you do… that ah, you know… for twenty dollars.”
Huh? It takes me a moment to let his words sink in and understand who and what he is talking about.
James? He must be the guy from the party, and true to his word, he is spreading rumors about me.
Great, that explains why Warren told me to keep my legs closed.
He probably heard the same rumor and assumes the worst. Of course, he does…
“Listen, the truth is James asked me to suck him off. I agreed, you know just for fun, not for money because I’m not a whore.
But when he got his dick out, it was just so small, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Like, seriously, it was the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen.
Probably considered a micro-penis.” The guy’s mouth pops open, shock riddling his features.
“So that’s why he started the rumor about me giving him a blow job for cash because he’s just mad and embarrassed that he has such a small penis, and I laughed. ”
“Well, I don’t have a small penis. So, will you give me a blow job? You know, just for fun?” His cheeks redden, and I can tell this isn’t something he does often. Nonetheless, he’s being a douchebag by asking me to suck his dick as if this is a damn service I’m running.
“No,” I snap, and return my eyes back to my book.
What an ass.
Ten minutes later, Professor Brice dismisses the class, and I quickly gather my stuff and shove it in my backpack.
Without looking at the guy again, I scurry out of the room and down the hall.
Thank god this was my last class for the day because I can’t wait to get home and just relax.
There are way too many things on my mind right now.
My walk to the apartment is short and uninterrupted, and I use the time to try and clear my head. The clearing of my head was pointless though, because as soon as I walk up to my apartment door, I immediately know that something is wrong.
I know for a fact that I locked my door this morning. I always double and triple check to make sure the doors are locked. You can never be too sure in this neighborhood. Taking in that the door is cracked open a few inches, I know someone broke in.
Like the idiot I am, I don’t call the cops or think about calling anyone at all because let’s be honest, who would care anyway? Taking a cautious step forward, I push the door open and peer into my tiny apartment.
My heart is racing in my chest so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape. I take a couple calming breaths in an attempt to get my breathing under control and in turn, my heart rate.
Stay calm. I tell myself and try and rationalize the situation. Who would break into my apartment? Don’t they know I don’t own anything of importance?
Holding my breath, I listen for any noise, maybe the intruder is still here.
Panic seizes me, and I almost take a step back out of instinct.
No. This is my home. This is all I have.
Calming myself once more and after a short while of not hearing anything, I step closer, crossing the threshold and stepping into the room.
Like a detective, my eyes scan the room for any details.
The books on my small bookshelf above the bed have been knocked down, the bed that was made up this morning is disheveled, and the drawers of my dresser are all opened with the contents poured out on the floor.
It doesn’t look like anything is missing, but like someone went through all my stuff.
Shutting the door behind me, I close myself inside the room.
Who would want to hurt me?
Warren. Of course, he would do something like this. Ever since my first day here, he’s tried to scare me into leaving. I’ll bet this was nothing more than another tactic to get me to leave. Ha, jokes on him. I’m not going anywhere. I wasn’t before, but I’m definitely not now.