Christian (The Mitchell/Healy Family #3)(18)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“No, I’m not. Turn this car around and take me back, Seth. I mean it. I’m not in the mood.”

He drove faster, ignoring my demands. He even locked the doors to prevent me from opening them. I think that’s when I started to freak out a little bit. The only thing keeping me from screaming was the fact that he’d been wonderful when we were together. I had to take a second to think about his feelings.

“Why couldn’t you just hear me out?”

“I’ll listen, Seth. I will. Just stop drivin’ so fast. You’re scarin’ me. Why can’t we talk at my place?”

“It’s too late for that. We’re here.” He pulled into the driveway of a dark house. It most definitely wasn’t decorated with letters like a frat house.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Come with me. You’ll be fine.”

While leery I followed Seth into the house. As soon as we got inside I began to worry. This house wasn’t lived in. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into another dark room. He let go of it and illuminated the room with a lighter. I got one quick look before it became dark again. The stairs were falling apart, and the paint was peeling off the walls. In the middle of the floor was a mattress covered with bunched up blankets. “Oh my God,” I started backing up. “Tell me you’re homeless and you’re not here to kill me.”

The sudden fear of being in terrible danger hit me like a ton of bricks. Before my eyes were able to adjust to the darkness enough to find my way to the front door, he was taking hold of my hand again, jerking me into his chest. “I’m not going to kill you. I said we’re going to talk, and then you’ll see that I wasn’t lying. You’ll see how much I want you, Christian.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why? It’s your name?”

“Please turn on a light. You’re scaring the shit out of me, Seth. This ain’t funny at all. I promise to listen to you, but get me out of here first.” I knew I was starting to beg, but this wasn’t normal. People didn’t go to abandoned buildings to have serious talks. It wasn’t right, and the longer we stood there the more upset I was getting.

Seth took me by the waist and pulled me forward. He tugged me down on the mattress and sat next to me. The outside light finally gave me a little visibility. He was staring at me, and I felt uncomfortable being alone with him. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve watched you come into class for weeks, waiting for the day that you noticed me. I knew I’d have you if I was patient. Girls like you are worth the wait.”

That was enough for me to hear to become terrified.

“Why are you doin’ this?” I was getting choked up with my words. There was no explanation to the ill feeling that I had. This guy had never put me in harm’s way until this moment. If this was some sick joke it was working. I was afraid. “Please take me home. I promise I’ll forgive you.”

Seth pinched my cheeks with one hand and forced me to look in his direction. His widened eyes sent chills over my spine. The trembling was no longer from being chilly. I was shaking in fear of losing my life to a psychopath. “Is that how you talk to the guy who you slept with a few hours ago? Do you know how good it felt when you wrapped your lips around my cock in that movie theater? I could have fucked you right there in those seats. I can’t stop thinking of the way your pussy tastes. I knew you’d be sweet.” His fingers trailed between my legs, dragging over my pussy. I shuddered, repulsed by his touch.

“Get off of me.”

Seth’s strength came into play after that first rejection. He clenched my wrist, preventing me from freeing. When I felt the force of his hold I immediately started to try and push him away from me. This only angered him more. He grabbed my other wrist and pinned me down on my back. I turned my head to the side, still trying to wriggle away. “Calm down. Stop teasing me.”

“Teasin’ you?” Was he crazy? “I want to get away from you. This ain’t funny, Seth. Let me go. Get the fuck off of me.”

He started laughing. Then I felt his tongue licking over my cheek. The smell of alcohol became apparent, and I wondered how much he could have consumed in the time since I’d seen him last. I closed my eyes and flipped my head around to make him stop. He pinned my thighs with his legs, pressing all of his weight over me.

My cries were unheard, but I still continued. He attempted to kiss me and I moved my head, determined to fight him off. When my sobs remained he brought both hands together and held them with one of his, while using his other to reach into my pants. I felt him there, touching me without permission. “Why are you fighting me? You know you like it. You gave me this pussy without a fight earlier today.” He entered me with more than one finger. I gasped in between screams then felt his mouth covering mine. I tightened my lips to keep his tongue out. When he relaxed his own I bit down and pulled. He tightened his grip on my wrists and shoved his fingers as far inside of me as he could. The gentle guy I’d slept with was gone. This person didn’t care if I was begging him to stop. He was on a mission to sleep with me, and I was going to fight until I was free.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” He yelled.

“Get off of me.” I spit in his face, waiting and prepared for him to hit me.

Instead he leaned forward wiping my own fluids over my cheek while whispering in my ear. “I like it when you fight. It’s almost as sexy as watching your lips devouring my dick.”

The bile rose to the back of my throat as he adjusted once more, removing his finger only to shove it in my mouth. I tried to fight it, but he thrust it in so fast I began to gag, not from the taste, but from it being forced halfway down my throat. When he removed it I coughed and turned to the side in case I had to throw up.

Seth used those seconds to flip me around and hold me down with the weight of his body. He tugged on my pants, pulling them off of my ass. I scream and yelled, begging for him to stop what he was doing. The taste of my tears filled my mouth as I cried out feeling him entering me. Time froze, and in that instant I knew he wasn’t going to let me go until he finished what he started. The pain, feeling wretched and dirty, followed by the sounds of him getting off on ripping the skin of my asshole as he continued pumping his hard shaft inside of it caused me to lose sense of what was actually happening. I don’t know if I was in denial, or the whole thing was just too tragic for me to be able to accept. No matter which way I tried to understand how I’d gotten to this point it all kept coming back to the fact that I’d let this man sleep with me. I’d let him have his way. I’d given him false hope, and now I was getting the brunt of his brutal display of anger. If Seth couldn’t have me he wanted to make sure that nobody else would ever want me again.