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He leaned in closer to my p***y, and I could feel his hot breath on it. He looked up at me.
“I want to eat you.”
He held my thigh and kissed my p***y slowly while I squeezed the sheets with my hands and opened my lips.
He put his mouth over my clit, which made me arch even more. He began to move his tongue in and out of me, which made me shiver. He threw my legs over his shoulders and f****d me with his tongue even harder. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as his mouth gave me so much pleasure.
He hit me in the neck, and my legs got around him again. I started pulling at his jeans and taking them off completely. He took off his boxers before I could stop looking at his huge d**k, and he smiled like he was proud of it.
I don’t remember it being that big. How did it fit inside of me?
His lips pressed against mine, and they moved faster against each other while my tongue moved freely inside his warm mouth. When I bit his bottom lip, he let out a deep, husky moan that made me drip. He thrust inside me without warning, making me scream in pleasure. I held onto his shoulders while my head was pushed back against the bed.
“Harder,” I said softly.
He slammed into me even harder, and the bed frame hit the wall with a loud bang.
“Sebastian,” I said.
“No. Papi, Pumpkin.” He pushed inside me again, and my legs started to shake. My nails dug into his back, leaving marks on his skin.
“Mm harder, Papi,” I screamed. He flipped me over and put my a*s against his c**k. He pulled a chunk of my blonde, innocent hair back, which made my back push against his sweaty chest.
He didn’t let me ask what he was doing before he pushed himself inside me from behind. I screamed and my back bent back.
“Oh my god,” I moaned and shivered at the same time.
He pushed into me while we were both on our knees. He pulled my head back, and I screamed in pain and pleasure.
I don’t think I’ll be able to feel my legs for a day or two. He was f*****g me harder than the last time we had s*x. Was this a punishment?
I screamed out my o****m, and my chest was going up and down quickly.
Aria, why did you do that?
That question keeps coming back to me. I had s*x with him again after I found out he kills people, and he called me a whore just a few hours ago.
You’re doing a great job, honey.
He whispered against my lips, “I’m not done with you yet, little one.” It made me shiver all over my skin, and I gulped.
The bright sun came into the room and shone on my pale, smooth skin. I opened my eyes and turned around slowly to see that I was the only one in the bed. I sat up and held the sheets tightly around my body. I looked around the room for Sebastian but couldn’t find him. Then I heard the bathroom door open and in he came, looking great in a black knitted jumper and black jeans.
I knew that jumper very well.
“Where did you get that jumper?” I stood up on my knees, and just thinking about last night made my cheeks turn red.
“Your mum bought it for me.” He turned his back to me and picked up his coffee from the table.
When my mom said it was for a coworker, she was lying.
“That’s great,” I said, now mad that he had worn that jumper after being with me all night. I stood up all the way and tried to walk to the toilet, but he grabbed my hand hard.
“I’m going to say this in the nicest way possible. You’re nothing to me but a simple blonde stress relief toy. I love your mother and it’s always going to be her, so stop making faces.” His voice was full of hate, and he didn’t care about me at all.
Why did I let him use me again? I wanted to cry. Because you don’t know any better and are dumb. Why do I care what shirt he’s wearing? He’s going to marry my mum for crying out loud.
We both looked at each other, and then I nodded my head and pulled my hand away from his. I opened the bathroom door with my head down, and my hands slowly closed it before I leaned against it.
I took very slow breaths in and out, and I was about to cry. “Can you leave my clothes on the toilet while I take a shower?”
He was quiet for a few seconds, and for a second I thought he might have left. “Okay,” he mumbled.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. All I could see was how ugly I am. My hair was a mess and the bags under my eyes were dark. My hair wasn’t even the right colour; it was more of a yellow colour now. There wasn’t much to offer because my lips were small and pale. I let go of the sheet that was wrapped around me and looked at every part of my body. I don’t have big boobs or a perfect body. I probably have more flaws than my mom. My body looks like it belongs to a boy who is five years old.
Sebastian makes me question everything about myself, and it hurts me that he has so much power over me.
I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. I ran my face under the warm water to try to feel better. I ran my hands through my wet, heavy hair and stared at the checkered wall in front of me. When the bathroom door opened, my heart dropped to my a*s as I tightened my grip on my blonde hair. I pushed my head deeper into the water to try to block out the sound of his movements.
The door shut again, and he was gone again.
I got out of the shower and dried my face and body. I wrapped the soft towel around my body. My clothes were neatly folded and left on top of the toilet. I rubbed my elbow against the foggy mirror, and I saw my red self.
“Hurry up, Aria,” I heard him yell from the room. I pulled up my jeans, put on a plain hoodie, and put my hair up in a messy bun.
When I walked out, he was on the phone and whispering to someone on the other end. But as soon as he saw me, he hung up.
“Take me home,” I whispered to myself. “I swear I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t even look at you or talk to you again. I’m done, Sebastian.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at my face for a sign of hesitation, but he couldn’t find one. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and his eyes followed my hand, which made me even more nervous.
He said, “I can’t do that.”
“Why the f**k not? I’m not going to say anything. I’ll move in with my aunt. I’ll do anything to get away from you,” I said angrily. Doesn’t he understand? I can’t be near him without hurting my mom or losing myself.
He yelled, “You don’t get who I am,” which made me jump. “I’m a very dangerous person, and I just killed some other very dangerous people.”
“I really don’t care; I just want to go home.” I yelled even louder, daring him to do something.
He said calmly, “If you go home, they’ll kill you, and I can’t let that happen. Your mom would be broken, and I won’t break her again.”
That sentence made me feel bad, and it hurt me a lot. He cares that my mum is hurt, but he doesn’t care how it’s affecting me.
“Right.” I turned around so that my back was to him. I felt tears start to fall down my face, so I quickly wiped them away and hugged myself tightly.
“I’m just being honest.” He let out a sigh, as if he was annoyed with the whole thing.
“I’ll meet you downstairs by the car,” I said very quietly, trying to hide my shaky voice. My feet took me to the door, and I walked out.