Chapter 11
WARREN
I’m doing everything I can to keep myself in line.
I want to hurt Harper, mark her body, but something is stopping me.
There is a softness in her eyes that I don’t understand.
She looks afraid, but she also looks like she’s willing to give herself over to me, as if she knows deep down that’s what she needs.
Stupid girl. Stupid for running away from me. Stupid for thinking she could escape. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I squeeze her throat a little harder, and she whimpers like a scared animal.
With my other hand, I sneak under her shirt.
My fingers move all on their own, gently grazing over her smooth skin.
She feels like silk in my hands, slowly slipping away from me, but I can’t let her go, won’t let her go.
Reaching the edge of her bra, I trace my finger against it, watching as her eyes grow wide, and her chest swells.
Grazing her hardened nipple through the thin fabric, I watch with fascination as she bites her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from reacting to my touch. Little does she know, by the time I’m done with her, she won’t be able to do anything but scream my name.
Rolling the bud between two fingers, I release her throat so I can use my hand to pop the button on her jeans.
Even as afraid as she might be, I know she wants this.
She can’t hide her arousal. I bet the moment I touch her pretty pussy, she’ll melt into me, spread her legs, and plead with me to take her.
Staring into her eyes, I slip beneath the waistband of her panties and trail down over her mound. My fingers move lower, and I graze her folds, dipping the edge of my pointer finger into her sweet honey. Of course. I knew she’d be wet, so it’s no surprise when I feel her arousal on my fingertip.
“You might be afraid, but your body knows how good I’ll make this for you.
” I move my hand lower until I’m cupping her entire pussy in my hand.
All-fucking-mine. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want to be fucked by the monster that I am, and I’ll do it.
I’ll fuck you so hard the entire house will hear us. ”
Hesitation flickers in her eyes, she’s still searching for the boy I used to be, the guy she used to know, the one who would’ve given her the entire fucking world if she had asked for it. But he’s gone, broken, burned by her betrayal.
“If you’re looking for any part of the old me, you won’t find him. This is who I am now, who I will always be. So, tell me, do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?”
She chokes on a sob, and I pull my hand away, giving her nipple a hard pinch.
“Yes…” She says breathlessly.
“Strip out of your clothes and then get back on the bed.” On shaking legs, she moves off the bed. I strip out of my own clothing in the time it takes her to take off her pants. She’s stalling, and my patience is growing thin.
I don’t even know why I care to fuck her, maybe to give myself a taste, to tell myself she wasn’t really worth it.
I could have any chick I want, and yet, no one gets my pulse-pounding like she does.
My hate for her is becoming an obsession, but it doesn’t matter.
She’s mine. Always has been and always will be, the only difference, now I’ll make sure she remembers it.
I won’t ever let someone else touch her again.
Slowly, she peels her shirt off and undoes her bra.
Both items fall to the floor, landing softly.
I take in her naked body before me. If perfection could be described and put into a person, she would be it.
But it’s an illusion… she’s not perfect.
She’s evil, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and this time I won’t let her fool me.
This time, I’m ready...I see her, really see her.
Taking a step forward, I press both hands to her full perky breasts. She lets out a shudder at my touch, and I grin. Giving her a gentle shove against the chest, she takes the hint and steps backward and away from my touch.
“Get on the bed,” I order.
“Warren,” she pleads, crawling up onto the mattress.
“It’s time to pay up, sweetheart.” I fist my cock in my hand and stalk over to the bed. So pretty, and so completely fucked. Spreading her legs with my hand, I drop my gaze down to her pretty pink pussy. “Do you have any diseases I have to be worried about?”
“Of course, not.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes…” She opens her mouth to continue, but I press a finger against her soft lips.
“That’s all I needed to know,” I whisper, tugging her ass to the edge of the bed.
Moving my hand away from her lips, I trail it down her chest, between her breasts and over her smooth stomach.
I try not to get lost in the way she looks beneath me, but it’s always been a dream of mine.
In my mind, I always thought I would be her first, but she took that from me…
the thought hits me right in the chest like a bullet being shot from a gun, it shatters every thought I have about her.
“I always thought…” I start but stop. No point in telling her something that she never cared about to start with.
Spreading both thighs, I take my cock and rub it against her folds, gathering the juices that are there.
It’s time for revenge, it’s time for me to fuck her memory from my mind.
Her juices glisten against my blunt head, and I bring it back to her entrance pressing against the hole.
She lets out a small whimper as I drive my hips forward, seeking the confines of her tight and warm pussy. Pure bliss encompasses me. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but none have ever felt like this. Like… home.
Harper struggles beneath me, her entire body shaking.
Leaning forward, I cage her face with my arms so I can stare into her eyes.
Tears slip down her cheeks, and all I can do is stare at them.
There is something there, in her eyes, but I can’t bring myself to reach out and grab it.
I’m too far gone to care, too high on anger, and revenge.
Pulling out, I slam back into her, hissing at the pleasure that ripples through me.
I knew it would be good, real good, but I didn’t expect it to feel like heaven.
“Fuck,” I growl, burying my face in her neck.
She smells like vanilla and flowers, a smell that’s intoxicating.
Harper sinks her nails into my skin, marking me, and I welcome the pain as I thrust in and out of her at a feverish pace.
Soft whimpers fill the room as I rut into her, claiming her over and over again just like I should’ve three years ago before she gave herself to some other bastard.
The pleasure at the base of my spine builds with every deep thrust inside her tight channel, and I know I should be selfish, come without caring about if she gets pleasure from this or not, but I can’t.
I want to feel Harper come on my cock too badly.
I want her to feel what she has been missing, what she could have had a long time ago.
Balancing my weight on one arm, I snake a hand between us and find her clit. It’s hard, and as soon as I start rubbing small circles against it, Harper’s whimpers turn into soft moans.
“I shouldn’t let you come, you don’t deserve it,” I whisper against her skin as I press a gentle kiss to her collarbone. “But I won’t deny you, because as selfish as I am, I still want you to feel the same way I’m feeling right now.”
Fucking her harder and faster, I move my finger against her clit at the same pace until we’re both panting and on the verge of unyielding satisfaction.
“You feel too good… I’m going to come…” I grunt, slamming into her.
Pulling away so I can see her face, I notice that she too is close.
Her eyes are pinched together, and her lips are parted.
I grit my teeth and rub her faster, watching with amazement as her eyes flutter open and her mouth forms into a full O.
All at once, she bears down on me, squeezing me so tightly, stars appear before my eyes.
At the cusp of her orgasm, mine barrels into me, dragging me down. Forcing me to still, I fill her tightness with every drop of cum inside of my balls until I feel nothing but emptiness.
Sagging against her chest with relief when it’s all over, my heart beats furiously. I swallow thickly, trying to figure out what my next move is going to be.
The need to hold her and cuddle up with her in my bed is almost too much. But I can’t get attached to her, can’t want her any more than I do.
She broke me once, ruined our precious future. This is entirely her fault, and I need to remember that before the guilt sets in.
Pushing off of her, I notice that she winces as I pull out. Maybe she hasn’t been with a guy as big as me? I don’t know. I don’t really care.
“You’re free to leave now until I need your pussy again.” I shoo her away.
She blinks. Confusion, then burning anger filling her eyes. “If this is how you are going to act, then there won’t be a next time.” In a flash, she’s off the bed, tugging all her clothes back on.
“We’ll see about that,” I grin, lying back on the mattress, I interlace my fingers and tuck them behind my head.
Her pretty eyes glisten with tears, and seeing her so distraught, so hurt, tugs at me.
“I hate you, Warren. I really, really do. I thought if I did this, I could understand you better, but as it turns out, there isn’t anything worth understanding. There isn’t a bone in your body that still cares about me…”
And just like that, she walks out, slamming the door shut behind her. It takes every shred of willpower I have to remain on the bed and not chase after her.
Remember, she did this to us. She chose someone else. She lied. She betrayed you. Like a sponge, I soak up every word, repeating them to myself over and over again until the need to go to her disappears.
The image of the bill from the abortion clinic is ingrained in my mind. It’s a never-ending nightmare, one that my heart refuses to let me forget. I can still feel the paper in my hand.
I’m staring at the medical bill, confused and angry. Harper’s name is written on the top of the paper, and right there in the center is the word abortion. I’ve read the thing three times, but the words still don’t quite make sense.
“I wanted you to know, son,” my father’s voice fills my ears, but I can’t hear him.
All I can see is the betrayal right in front of me.
I want to ask him why he would show me this, but I already know why.
He’s hated Harper since the moment I showed interest in her, and this is just another thing to drive his point home.
I’ve defended her for years, to the ends of the Earth, but I can’t justify this.
She wanted to wait…
She wanted to wait…
All so she could go fuck someone else, and get pregnant with his bastard baby? Bitter rage fills my veins. I want to go to her, shake her to death, but instead, I crumple the paper in my hands, my fists clenching with rage.
I need her gone, need her to leave before I do something drastic. I can’t believe I trusted her, believed her. That I fucking waited for her.
“I’m sorry, Warren,” my father interrupts my thoughts.
“It’s fine. I expected this… And since I’m here, I wanted to tell you that I saw her mother stealing food from the pantry.
” It isn’t a lie. I had seen her taking food from the pantry, but never cared to tell my father about it.
Everyone needed to eat. That was before though.
Before she took my heart and shattered it.
Before she made me believe in her love. Before she betrayed me.
Father shakes his head, “Of course, she would be stealing. I’ll take care of this. I’ll get rid of her and her whoring daughter.”
The memory fades, but the pain remains.
Her betrayal is something I doubt I’ll ever forget. It feels like I’ve lost a loved one, and in a way, I guess I did. The girl I loved became nothing...in the blink of an eye.