“Never!” I wail out. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head.
Cain releases the seat belt, and his grip tightens on one of my breasts, squeezing it with a force that sends a sharp pang of pain shooting through me. His fingernails dig into my skin.
Each thrust gets harder and deeper than the last. He fucks like he despises me. I enjoy every minute of it.
Cain then does something he has nothing done before–he spits in my mouth. I swallow without hesitation.
“You’re a fucking brat…”
His balls slap against my pussy and clapping sounds echo through the car.
“Fuck you,” I mouth to him, trying to bite him.
My head continues to hit the car door as my body thrusts up and down.
“Uh…I’m filling you up…” Cain moans, breathless.
Cain’s thrusts gradually slow to a halt as his grunting noises fill the air. With a final, ragged exhale, he unwraps the seat belt from around my neck.
I draw in a deep, shuddering breath, welcoming the taste of the air on my tongue as if it were the sweetest nectar.
Together, me and Cain lie there in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat, the air thick with the heady scent of passion and desire.
As I gaze up at the ceiling of the car, my chest rises and falls in rhythm with Cain's as a sense of calm washes over me.
The heat of our bodies have condensed onto the windows, creating a veil that blocks our view of the outside world. The warm ambiance of the car is illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlight, casting long shadows on the steamy glass.
“I’m guessing the charges are going to be dropped?” I ask.
“You don’t say,” he replies bluntly, acting like he just didn’t fuck the daylights out of me.
I feel his cum seep out of my pussy as he exits. My thighs are soaking wet and my ass feels stuck to the leather seat underneath.
The drive to Rae’s apartment was tense with neither of us uttering a word. The silence felt suffocating as we both sat there, lost in our thoughts. Finally, we arrive at the apartment block and he pulls up outside. I step out of the car, clutching my heels in my hand. As I am about to close the door, I turn to face him. “You know…” I say, my voice tinged with frustration. “If you could just put your ego and dominance to the side for a moment and tell me how you really feel, maybe I could find it in my heart to forgive you.”
With that, I slam the door shut and make my way up the path to the apartment, my heart heavy with unresolved emotions.
I turn the key and push the door open. The sound of moans gets my attention. Following my ears, I tiptoe down the hallway. As I approach the bedroom, I can hear the muffled giggles and banging of Rae’s bed. It seems as if Rae is fucking someone, I really hope it’s not Archie. I continue to my room, taking care to be as quiet as possible so I do not interrupt her fun.
I finally make it to bed. I undress completely and climb under the covers, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. As I close my eyes, I can sense the weariness taking over my body. I feel completely drained, both physically and mentally.
“Yes, Archie! Yes!” I hear Rae scream from her bedroom.
Why him, Rae? All the men you could have. He is such a creep!
“Call me Daddy…” I hear Archie say.
Oh god, no!! Not the Daddy.
“Yes! Daddy,” Rae shouts.
I reach out for the pillow beside me and place it over my head, trying to drown out the noises around me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
After a while, everything goes silent and I finally breathe a sigh of relief. I feel thirsty. I put on an extra-large t-shirt and tiptoe past Rae’s room where I can hear her soft snores. As I walk into the kitchen, I feel a wave of peace wash over me. I open the fridge and take out a chilled bottle of water. I turn around to close the fridge door and Archie is standing right behind me out of nowhere. I am taken aback and startled by his sudden presence.
Archie stands before me, his toned chest glistening with sweat. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, which cling to his muscular thighs. He reaches out and takes the bottle of water from me, his fingers brushing against mine.
“Thanks,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“That was mine,” I reply, my tone blunt.
He starts chugging down the water thirstily. After a few gulps, he passes the bottle back to me.
“Keep it,” I say, handing it back to him.
He takes it back from me and his gaze lingers on me momentarily, making me uneasy. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, feeling self-conscious. “What did you mean when you said I owe you back in the club?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
He walks towards me, his eyes fixed on me with a menacing gaze. I try to walk backward, but there’s nowhere to go. My back meets the cold metal of the fridge. My heart starts racing and my palms begin to sweat as I realize I’m trapped. Fear takes over me as he leans in closer, placing his hand on the fridge, his breath hot on my face.
“I know you had something to do with Dan’s disappearance,” he grunts.
My heart races as I try to keep my voice steady. “I…I…have no idea what you’re talking about,” I stutter.
His hand reaches towards me and I feel a shiver down my spine. His thumb slowly traces my lower lip, sending a wave of anxiety through me.
He leans close and whispers to me, “ An eye for an eye.”
