Page 23 of Broken

My innocent nerdy neighbor has shown his true colors tonight. He’s fought, and now he’s fucking. When he buries himself deep inside, I cry out, gripping the sheets tightly as I’m bounced with each thrust.

I won’t last long, not after that first orgasm, I can already feel the next one building, the need to explode. He drops me to the bed, without pulling out. His arms next to my head as his body meets mine. I watch him as he watches us come together. My eyes fall between us, watching his thick cock disappearing inside of me is so fucking hot.

As much as I want to flip this around and take control, I kind of want to see where he goes with this. To see what he knows and what we can create together.

He drops to an elbow, moving his hand behind my head and pulls on my hair, pulling my chin up to expose my neck. He forces me to turn it to the side, and his bicep is right there, within biting reach. I sink my teeth into him as I feel the orgasm coming in hard.

When he dips down and bites onto my neck, I let go of his bicep and scream out, digging my nails into his back as I literally feel like I’m about to come undone at the seams. My entire body twitches, clenches, and tightens around him. He thrusts a little harder, hitting me as deep as my body allows. He growls out as he comes to a stop, and I can feel him pulsing inside me. Filling me with everything he has. My breath is uneven as I attempt to come down from my orgasm. But the second he’s done, he’s sitting up and his hand is back down there. He dips his fingers inside me, swirling around until he brings me to the edge again. “No, I can’t.” I reach out to touch his forearm, attempting to pull him away.

“Again, Kitty.” He commands, using his other hands to take mine and hold them against my pubic bone as the next orgasm rips into me. I scream out, shaking as it feels like I’m pissing everywhere. His hand moves to my clit again, rubbing it frantically. “So fucking hot.” He says as I cry and try to wiggle away from him.

My voice is deep as I moan, wanting to just melt into a puddle. When the orgasm stops, I still feel it, like the aftershock, vibrating through me. I have never orgasmed so fucking hard in my life. Everything about this was primal, he took what he wanted and I want that again, and again. I like to fight for power or to be in control now, but if he does that, I’ll gladly submit.

He collapses beside me, both of us breathing heavily. “I’ve only seen that in porn, and it’s my favorite fucking thing.”

“Seen what?” I ask with my eyes closed as I try to let my body calm down.

“You squirted for me, Kitty. And it was fucking perfect.” He lays an arm over his eyes as his breathing starts to settle.

I squirted, that’s never happened before. Fuck, I didn’t even know it was possible for me to squirt. I know Knox tried and failed to make it happen. Then again it was Knox and after the first couple months, the sex turned violent.

“Wait, your favorite thing?” I ask turning on my side to look at him. A smile spreads on his face. “Seriously.”

“Kitty Kat, I’ve watched so much porn. I had to relieve all the boners you’ve given me over the years somehow.” He answers almost too casually.

“Years?”

“Since I knew what my dick was for, I’ve been jacking off to the thought of you. I watch porno’s and imagine they’re us. Fucking in all these different positions.” He admits.

“What?”

He sits up and doesn’t look at me, “Please tell me I did not just say that out loud.”

“Oh no, no, no. You totally said that out loud.” I laugh, but not at him, at his reaction. “You seriously thought of me like that?” I question him, because if that’s the case, then why did he take so long to make his move? I have plans to leave in a week or so, and now I’m learning what it feels like to actually be with someone. It’s been two fucking days, yet it feels like a lifetime. But I’ve also known him almost all my life so it makes sense.

“Let’s just get back down to the party.” He says, climbing out of bed.”

“You’re going to answer that question, Westley. I won’t be used to fulfill a fantasy and then dropped like a fucking rock at the bottom of the river.” Even if that’s what I’m doing.

“Katherine Marie Winston, you are the whole fantasy.” He turns to look at me as he steps into his boxers. “You’ve been the girl of my dreams for as long as I can remember.”

“Westley.” I say his name softly, crawling across the bed towards him. “Why? I’m no one.” I move my legs so they hang off the edge, I’m not entirely sure they’d work right now anyway.

“You are the only one that matters.” He grabs my face and kisses me hard. Sucking the breath from my lungs, he’s replacing my doubt and self hatred with feelings that I can’t be having. I don’t deserve to have feelings like this.

“I can’t do feelings, West. This needs to be fucking, no feelings.” I shake my head, my nails digging into my skin as I replay what he just said. I’ve been the girl of his dreams for years? I can’t be, I’m broken inside. I can’t be with someone like him. He’s all colors of the rainbow, bringing life into the world around him. I’m darkness, swallowing life one mistake after another.

“I’m not asking you to love me Katherine. I’m just asking for you to give me a chance.” He kneels down between my shaking legs, putting his hands over mine to stop me from hurting myself.

“I need a drink.” I let out a breath of confusion and frustration. I pull my hand away and grab the bottle from the nightstand and tip it to my lips. The burn is awful, but it’s gotta calm my nerves, which are dancing in every direction.

When I look back at him, I see the disappointment on his face. I touch his cheek, “I’m not worth loving Westley.”

I push up on shaky legs moving him away from me. I grab my clothes and go into the bathroom in Max’s room, shutting the door behind me.

There she is again, staring at me. The haunting face that always disappoints everyone around her. “You’re such a bitch.” I tell myself. My eyes move to the pink jagged scar on my chest. I touch it again, getting snapped back to that night.

“There’s something seriously wrong with you.” Knox screams at me as he moves away from me on my knees. The scissors are still in my chest, just sitting there. What was I supposed to do, he wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t breathe. I bit him, and he stabbed me. Fucking stabbed me.

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