Page 20 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Hell yes, I can. Feeling the tip of his thick cock against my hole, I kiss our girl hard. Swallowing each other’s noises, I’m aware of the cool air as it brushes against my body. My legs are spread wide to give Rooke access, and I have Pay’s legs up by her chest. I love how flexible she is.

Rooke’s dick spreads my puckered hole wide, and I whimper as I hide my face in Pay’s neck.

“I bet he feels so good as he destroys your tight hole,” Pay whispers, brushing my hair off my forehead. Her dirty mouth is one of my favorite things about her. “Remember us, baby. Feel how good it feels to be loved by us.”

“I love you so much,” I groan. “Please stay with me.”

Our lovemaking is fast and furious as we make declarations of love to each other. My balls draw up, and I don’t want it to end. Rooke reaches around me, squeezing my balls hard. Grunting, I shudder, knowing I’m going to come. Pay writhes underneath me, moaning as I lift her ass as I rut and fuck her. It’s animalistic, desperate, and I’m brushing her G-spot over and over.

Screaming, she comes for me, squeezing my cock so hard she forces me to follow. Collapsing almost on top of her, Patience holds me tightly as Rooke follows us into oblivion.

“It feels so good destroying this hole. You’re such a good boy for me,” Rooke groans. “Gonna fill you with my cum so you’re thinking of me for days…”

Ropes of cum cover the shower wall and I feel emptier than before. Dropping to my knees, I hang my head as the shower washes away the evidence of my most desperate fantasies.

“I need you both,” I cry out, fat tears sliding down my cheeks. Sobbing, I let myself break just a bit as I remember how their love feels. I need them more than I need air. It feels selfish to love more than one person, but I don’t care anymore. I will punish whoever took them.

A few minutes later, the freezing cold water forces me to stand and scrub my face. Turning off the water, I dry off. It’s time to bring back the anger. These soft feelings won’t help me find them, and that’s what I need to hold onto.

I get dressed and meet Nate downstairs for the fight that he found for me. If he notices that my eyes look a little red, he’s kind enough to avoid saying anything. Fighting will help me regain my control, and if not, it’ll help me unleash the anger living inside me.

The crowd is insane at the venue. People yell when they see Nate and I walk through. I’ve made a name for myself in the underground fight circuits, and I see money begin to change hands as they mutter to one another. My appearance is usually because I feel as if my life is spiraling out of control, or I can’t see what my next step in life will be. I’ve been due to visit here for a while.

Every day I’ve felt unbalanced. Nate helped me keep it in check, but I’m a mess. I’m paired with someone called Death Mouth, but honestly that’s such a douchebag stage name. I refuse to hide my crazy. I’ll bare it for all to see.

Taking my bag into the dressing room, I come out bare chested and wearing shorts. Nate helps me tape my hands. A broken hand or finger won’t help me in my mission.

“To my right is Death Mouth! He’s one of our most ferocious fighters,” the MC spouts, and I struggle not to roll my eyes. “On my left is a favorite of the fights, Cal X. There are no rules, leave it all on the mats.”

Moving quickly I evaluate my opponent, and then the bell rings. I know that everyone in the venue is cheering, but there’s a ringing in my ears that happens every time that I fight. I lose all sense except to obliterate my opponent.

Blinking, I step back because the demon filth is on the ground. Dropping to the ground, I pin him through the countdown, but I’m pretty sure the man needs a hospital bed for a bit. Oh well, these fights aren’t for the weak. He shouldn’t have been such an overconfident little shit.

Nate is watching me cautiously as I stand, and I nod. I’m back; I’m no longer the fighting machine that takes over when I’m in the ring. Bending, I walk through the ropes of the fighting enclosure.

“Let’s get some beer and pizza,” I grunt to my brother as I walk back to the lockers to change. I feel a lot better, may as well enjoy my zen before someone fucks it up.

Chapter Eight

The spoiled princess has arrived. I didn’t like Silvia when she screamed at me for eating a ‘helpless cow’, and I still don’t care for her. Dad insisted that I attend this dinner, and for now I’m forced to follow his orders.

Silvia has her ice-blonde hair up in a braid and she’s in a long-sleeved dress that’s exceptionally low cut. She looks like a doll as she arrives at the house with her father, and I fight back a sneer.

“Hi, Nate,” she says with a coy smile. I swear that she either had a personality transplant, or her father had a similar conversation with her that mine did.

“Give the girl a chance, because you’re going to be marrying the eccentric bitch either way,” are the words that Nixen Reynolds said just before the doorbell rang.

“Good evening, Silvia,” I murmur. I’m polite, but can’t bring myself to warm up to her. I want my beautiful brunette, the girl that I’ve been obsessed with since we were kids.

Silvia deflates a little at my cool greeting, but I don’t have it in me to give her more.

“Let’s have dinner, shall we?” Dad says with a grin. “We’re having a vegetarian lasagna tonight.”

Silvia perks up in excitement, but really, my father just wanted one thing to go well tonight. He’s been taking a lot of phone calls this week, and he’s always really pissed off afterwards. I don’t know what’s going on, but it makes me wonder if it’s the reason he’s moving us around his little chess board like perfect pawns.

Silvia’s dad puts his hand on her back as if in warning to remember her manners, and she walks like a perfect angel to the dining room. As I follow, my father leans in to speak to me.

“This marriage is happening, Nathaniel,” he hisses. “Don’t fuck this up.”

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