Page 60 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

“Does that taste like sweat, or pussy?” He sounded pissed off again, but I wasn’t expecting him to shove my pants down to my knees, leaving me exposed to anyone who might walk outside.

My whole body tensed as I felt his cock slide back and forth across my pussy.

“So would you? Let my guys fuck you to get what you want?”

“Don’t,” I said weakly as he kept me in place, fear flickering through me.

Messing around was one thing, but I wasn’t ready to try sex again.

“This is my fucking pussy,” he snarled, nudging my entrance with the head of his dick. “Not my guys’, and not Tristan fucking Holloway’s. He can only destroy you if you let him.”

I cried out as he forced himself inside me, my body reacting instantly to the fear, and I tried to fight him off. “Stop!”

“He didn’t ruin you, baby girl,” he said gently as he rocked into me. “You feel so fucking good.”

I whimpered, his grip on me tightening as he slipped a hand between my body and the wall to tease my clit. It was Skeeter, not Tristan.

I just had to remind myself of that.

“Skeet—”

“Don’t let him win, and don’t fuck my goddamn boss to prove to yourself that you can.

You want someone to fuck Tristan’s memory from your body?

Then you let me do it,” he growled, picking up the pace until I was barely able to use my legs anymore.

“I need to stay away from you, but you’re making it extremely difficult. ”

“I’m not asking you to date me,” I panted as some of the fear ebbed away, making him chuckle.

“Good because I don’t date. I only care about you killing that bitch inside because I don’t want to clean her skanky ass off my fighting cage. I don’t give a fuck about her, but it’s hot to see you try to kill her over me. I’m flattered, honestly.”

I squirmed as he edged me until finally letting me come, and he even fixed my pants for me once he was done and had flooded my pussy with his cum.

“I’d like you to go home, okay? This is no place for you.”

“Why are you so worried about something happening to me? You’d keep me safe, I know you would,” I said quietly, turning to face him.

He winced, shaking his head slightly. “It’s not always that easy. Trust me when I say it’s better for you to stay away.”

“If you don’t want me, then don’t lose your shit when I choke on your boss’ dick,” I bit out as I pushed him away, his eyes narrowing.

“I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“You’re trying to control me!” I snapped, clenching my bloodied fists. “If I want to choke on a dick, I will. Fuck you.”

We were interrupted as Caden stalked outside and headed straight for us, his eyes flicking over me for a second before he spoke, letting me know he’d heard the tail end of our conversation.

“If you want to suck someone off, you can choke on my dick as long as you get your ass in the car and get home first.”

I scowled, but Skeeter let out a low laugh.

“There you go, problem fucking solved. I’ll leave your horny ass with Holloway to deal with.

Look after yourself, baby girl. Keep your mouth and pussy away from my guys,” he said sharply, giving me a hard crack on the butt with his palm before he headed back inside, leaving me with Caden.

“Fighting, again? Aurora—” he started, but I cut him off.

“I’ll fight if I want to, Caden,” I said tiredly as I pulled my hoodie on and made sure my keys were still in the pocket, but there wasn’t any anger in my tone.

I was exhausted, and I just wanted a hot bath and my bed.

I knew I had a cut on my eyebrow too because it had started to sting.

Skeeter’s cum leaked from my pussy, making me cringe. I couldn’t believe he’d fucked me then sent me packing.

Caden hesitated, his expression softening as he moved directly in front of me, lifting his hand to cup my bruising cheek. I let him, the gentle touch feeling nice after the night I’d had.

“Let’s go home and clean that cut. Are you alright?”

I nodded silently, not arguing with him as he took one of my bloodied hands in his and led me towards his car.

I tensed when he reached into my pocket and took the keys to the Corvette, but I relaxed when Lukas showed up out of nowhere and took them, walking towards the car to drive it home for me.

If Skeeter didn’t like it, he could get the fuck over it. I’d crash if I drove right now, I wasn’t that stupid.

Caden opened his passenger door for me, closing it again once I was buckled up inside, then he quickly got into the driver’s seat and started the engine to head towards home.

“Party at Ty’s tonight. You up for it?”

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

I was relieved it wasn’t at home though because it meant I could go to bed without a party raging downstairs.

“I know my actions lately probably have you convinced that we’re fine, but we’re not. Do you honestly think I want to party with you guys?”

He blew out a breath and put the window down, resting an elbow on the door frame. “I was hoping you’d want to go so we can work on fixing things.”

“I’ve already told you that won’t be happening,” I said sharply, making him wince.

“I know, I’m sorry. Mom’s home, but I think she’s working on something, so she shouldn’t bother you.”

“Your mom never bothers me, I like spending time with her.”

“How much damage did you end up with this time?” he asked gently, earning a shrug.

“Just bruising.”

“Make sure you clean your hands. They’re cut to shit again, baby.”

“I’m not your baby. Drop me off at the house then go to your party,” I bit out, crossing my arms tightly and staring out the window for the rest of the drive, and thankfully, he took the hint and shut up.

Once we arrived at home, he switched the engine off and motioned for Lukas to park beside him and wait outside, pissing me off more. He didn’t need to baby me, I was fine.

Josie glanced up as we walked inside, looking torn as her eyes traveled over my damage, but I moved up to her hesitantly and gave her a hug.

I needed a hug that only a mother could give, forgetting that I had blood all over me.

“What happened to you?” she asked gently as she hugged me back, but I just held her tightly and sighed.

“I’m okay, I just wanted to give you a hug.”

“Let me get a look at you,” she sighed, leaning back to carefully take my face in her hands to inspect me. “I really wish you wouldn’t fight.”

“It’s therapeutic,” I chuckled dryly, and she gave me a scowl.

“Getting your brain knocked about isn’t therapy. What made you want to fight today?”

Caden snorted, heading towards us and taking my elbow, ignoring my protesting as he dragged me over to the sink and turned the taps on.

“She didn’t want you to know because it would upset you.”

“Caden—” I warned, but he tugged my hands under the water once it was warm, gently washing them as he spoke to his mom.

“Max sold her to dad when he got kicked out. She was in his basement for five fucking days until I found her.”

“Caden, don’t!” I bit out and tried to pull my hands back, but he held on tightly.

“Stop fighting your demons on your own, you have us now. Let Mom help you.”

“She doesn’t need to know!”

“Yes, she does!” he shouted, abandoning the task of cleaning my hands as he let go to glare at me. “She loves you like a daughter. If my daughter had spent days locked in a basement being raped, then I’d want to fucking know!”

I flinched, guilt and shame washing over me. Caden had no right to tell her, but I also knew he was right and she’d want to know.

Josie gasped, her hand over her mouth as tears filled her eyes.

“She needs a hospital, Caden!” she exclaimed with horror, but he shook his head.

“No, we’ve had her checked out, and nothing needed surgery or stitches. She didn’t want to make a report.”

“Who assessed her? There needs to be a police report!” she hissed, Caden’s lips flattening into a line of irritation.

“Mom, it’s fine. The only medical assistance she needs is therapy, and as you can imagine, she’s not on board with that idea.”

“Like hell. Why didn’t you take her straight to the hospital when you found her?”

“She freaked out and wanted Skeeter instead. One of the guys on his payroll checked her out. It’s their emergency doc, so it’s fine,” he sighed, but I knew that was going to make it fucking worse.

“They’re hardly qualified professionals!”

“It’s what Rory wanted,” he said flatly, giving me an apologetic look as Josie threw herself at me and sobbed as if her hug could put me back together. I let her, feeling better now that she knew, but knowing she’d push me to see a therapist.

That wasn’t happening.

“You can go now,” I said to Caden as Josie clung to me, making him sigh.

“Maybe I should stay home and?—”

“Go, Caden. I mean it,” I scowled, grateful when he mumbled that he was leaving before walking out the front door.

Josie fussed over me for an hour while trying to convince me to make a report before letting me go up to my room to shower and sleep. She was a mess, and I knew she’d spend the evening pacing and beating herself up over it, blaming herself.

I took forever in the shower, washing Skeeter’s mess from between my legs before stepping out. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my body a canvas of bruises and scars.

Tristan didn’t break me, and he never would.