Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Prue curls herself into me as she lets sleep overtake her.
I’m content, on a level I never thought I’d reach in my life. I’ve been happy before, but this feels… better.
And I don’t like it.
Sex wasn’t something I should’ve let happen between us tonight. There is too much damage between us.
Not the damage we are doing to each other, because that feels good. Even though my cock aches from how fucking tight her little cunt is, whatever the hell is going on between us feels good.
But the damage we both carry inside is what isn’t good for us. It’s like water and gasoline. If we mix the two there is surely going to be an explosion. And if that explosion is anything like the sex we just had, well I’d take it, but I doubt either of us will survive it.
The sex has to be a one-time thing. If we let it happen again, it’s only going to cause more problems for us both. I’m already feeling the pull to stick my cock in her again, and if I do that, well, I’m pretty sure I’ll become addicted. If I’m not already.
She already tried to fight and fly right after. When morning comes, she will most likely lose her fucking mind. I can already feel the glare she is bound to shoot me. The sting of whatever verbal abuse she plans on throwing at me is going to leave a scar inside my heart.
I knew that would be the case from the minute she laid down beside me in nothing but a thong, but I couldn’t stop it from happening.
The moment she put the tip of my cock inside her, I lost whatever control I had.
What was I supposed to do? I gave her every chance to stop it, handed her control of the situation, and she wanted me.
How could I deny her when she wanted me just as much as I wanted her?
As I tighten my grip around her, forcing her cold body to press firmly against me, I block out all other thoughts.
And not just the bad ones, but the ones that give me hope too.
A loud banging jolts me awake. My surroundings are foreign for a moment until I see that short brown hair and pale skin squirming against me.
“What is that?” Prue groans, her eyes opening and staring at me.
The confusion on her face would be cute if it wasn’t for the loud banging coming from somewhere in the house. I try to make sense of the situation, but Prue’s bare body is very distracting.
Slowly, my mind pieces things together. The sound is coming from outside the room. Probably the front door. Yes. Someone is pounding at the front door.
“And what time is it?” she mutters, pulling her body from mine.
The noise continues, only now I’m pretty sure someone is trying to kick the door in. I don’t need to guess who it is. I wasn’t born yesterday.
Jumping from the bed, I pull my pants and shirt on as she crawls to the edge of the bed, watching me. I don’t doubt she is piecing the situation together too, unless I did manage to fuck her brain-dead last night.
“You stay here,” I order.
“You don’t live here.” She crosses her hands over her bare chest and despite the fact I’m positive her ex is at the front door, my cock throbs.
Part of me wants to throw her on her back and make her cum while her shitty ex bangs on the door. Let him hear her scream my name so he knows she will never want him again.
But I don’t.
“Prue. Just stay here,” I say, opening the bedroom door. “Does this door lock?”
“No.”
“Don’t come out. Okay? Stay put.”
She nods and I wish I could believe that she will listen to me, but I don’t.
I rub my eyes once out in the living room. The banging turns into thuds. He is trying to break down the fucking door like a God damn psychopath.
Prue sure knows how to pick them.
I open the door and Charles stumbles forward, almost landing on his face, but catching himself at the last minute on the side table. He is wearing the same suit from earlier tonight, but he smells like a fucking bar.
After fucking Prue, I have a bigger hatred for him than I already did. It makes what he did feel more personal. And little sense. How could he have had her and not want to worship the ground she walks on?
“Ever heard of knocking?” I ask as he straightens himself.
“Where is the little whore?” he snaps.
I glance out into the hallway. Another guy in a white dress shirt and navy slacks stands outside, glaring at me.
The odds are not in my favor tonight, but I don’t care. I’ve never been scared of taking a hit because I learned how to hit back harder.
“I don’t know. Where does your mother live?” I shrug, taking a step back as he shoves his way forward to the space between the living room area and kitchen.
“Prue!” he shouts her name, and I hate the way he makes it sound. The disrespect he shows her makes my blood boil. “Get your fucking ass out here now.”
“If she is a good girl, she isn’t going to do that.”
He flashes me an evil glare, stepping toward me as his friend slips into the apartment.
“Did you fuck her?” His spit lands on my face as he presses his hand to my chest, shoving me into the wall behind me.
“That’s not really any of your concern, now, is it?”
“Prue!” he shouts again, keeping his hand firmly against my chest.
“Buddy, I’m going to kindly ask you to remove your hand from my body before I ask not so kindly.”
“You think this is some joke?” he barks into my face. “If I don’t marry that stupid bitch my parents won’t give me my fucking inheritance.”
Hearing him call her a bitch makes me vow to never call her that again. I hate the way he makes it sound like a bad thing. I’ve become rather fond of her bitchy attitude but hearing him use it as an insult makes me angry. So angry, I shove him back.
He stumbles, surprised by how much force I use.
“She isn’t going to marry you. In fact, she is never going to be with you again,” I snap, grabbing his shirt and tugging him closer to me. “She’s gotten a taste of a real man now. She’ll never want you back, Charles.”
His fist connects with my face in seconds. My eyes snap shut for just a moment, opening just in time to see his fist rise again.
I take another hit to the face before shoving him back.
“Good to know you don’t just hit women,” I snap, rubbing my cheek. The feel of blood under my fingertips doesn’t even phase me.
“Prue!” he screams again, turning his back to me.
Her frame steps out of the room, and I groan in frustration.
“Why can’t you ever listen,” I mutter.
“You slept with him?” he shouts, taking a step toward her. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. I slide alongside of him. I don’t want him getting any closer to her. “Answer the fucking question!”
“Yes,” she responds this time. “And I fucking loved it.”
My chest swells with pride. Not just because she admits she loved it, but because she is standing up to him.
I slip in front of him before he can close the space between him and her. His arm is already lifted in the air, but when he realizes he won’t be able to hit her, he brings it down on top of my head.
The pain is a little overwhelming, and I bite the inside of my mouth to keep from dropping to the floor.
His other fist slams against my rib. Over and over until I manage to push him back. I get a punch in, straight to his nose. As blood drips from it, he lands another one in my side.
“Stop!” Prue yells. “Charles. Stop.”
I hate hearing her say his name. It’s the last thing I ever want to hear her say again.
He lands another punch to my side, forcing a groan from my lips as it makes all the air leave my lungs. Shoving me to the side, as my legs wobble. I reach forward, despite the pain radiating through my body, grabbing his arm. He tries to tug free, but I dig my nails in.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” he snaps at me. “But first I’m going to show little Prue here what happens when she doesn’t behave.”
“I’ll marry you,” she says quickly. “I’ll behave. do whatever you say, just stop. Please,” she pleads. And I hate it. I don’t want her to beg for my safety. Don’t want her to offer herself up to try to save me.
“Shut up,” he snaps at her. “You’re going to do that regardless.”
He breaks free of my grip, marching toward her. In a moment, he is pushing her against the wall, raising his fist in the air.
And I see red.