Page 29 of Scarred Hearts

“Fu..ck. Neverstop… I need… yourbigcock… insideme for…ever.”

He froze, his expression turning blank as our eyes remained connected. I could tell by his reaction that I said the wrong thing.

“Damnit, listen I didn’t mean?—”

“Shit,” he snapped, his voice tense and his expression strained. “I shouldn’t be here.” With a frustrated grunt, he pulled out of me, still rock-hard with a wet sound. He quickly got off the bed, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor. Our brief moment of passion was over, and the weight of reality crashed down on us both.

As he dried his hand on his shirt and hastily dressed himself, I struggled to sit up on the edge of the bed, my hands still bound in handcuffs. “Tyler!” I called out desperately. “I didn’t mean forever, ever!”

He couldn’t meet my gaze. Leaping off the bed, I tried my best to get my wrists over his head, but he curled his fingers around my hands, holding them against his chest. “Bab… Gia, I’m so fucking sorry, I need to go.”

Before I could respond or try to convince him to stay, he turned away from me and left my bedroom. But I wasn’t about to let him go that easily. In a panicked state, I awkwardly made my way after him, my wetness staining my legs and making it difficult to walk with my hands bound together.

“Stop! Please, stop!” I begged as he reached the front door.

He paused for a moment before turning back to face me. “I’m not mad at you or what happened,” he replied sincerely. “But right now, I need to get as far away from here as possible.” And with that, he walked out of my apartment toward the elevator.

Frustrated tears welled up in my eyes while I watched him leave. “Son of a bitch,” I cursed under my breath. “I’m such an idiot.” I paced back and forth in front of the closed door, my bound hands hanging helplessly in front of me.

Realizing that I needed to find a way to free myself, I hurried back upstairs to my bedroom. I yanked open the nightstand drawer, rummaging through it frantically, searching for the key to the handcuffs. “Damnit!”

Months ago, I hooked up with a cop who brought his own handcuffs with him, decked out in pink fur, because he thought I’d love them. Now, I was regretting not having the key. Only he knew where it was.

“Oh God,” I sighed before rushing back downstairs to grab my phone from my bag. With trembling fingers, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Kirsten’s name and hit the call button.

Hey! She answered. Where’d you go tonight?

Hey, I left early.

We were looking for you to see if you?—

Listen, I’ll explain later, but I’m kinda in a situation right now, I interjected, knowing damn well she was going to talk my ear off if I didn’t. I don’t have time to chat.

What happened?! she shrieked. Are you okay?!

Yes, but I kinda need you to come to my apartment ASAP and help me get out of some handcuffs.

She cackled. Did you run from the cops?

Kirsten, I grumbled, please.

Okay, okay, she snickered. I’ll be there soon. I’m still at work, so not far.

And tell no one!

I hung up before she could reply, marching back upstairs to my room. Throwing myself back onto my bed, I let out a pitiful whine. Regardless of what I wanted, I was truly worried about his well-being.

Running out into the hallway to the elevator was out of the question. I shared the floor with the three other apartments that made up the other corners of the building’s penthouses. What would happen when I got downstairs? Sprint outside after him, naked in handcuffs, with my tits bouncing at passing traffic?

While waiting for Kirsten, I shut my eyes, my thoughts drifting to the darker time when I was fighting my own grief about my family. Not only did my father die, but Luca and I used to be close.

My dad’s death may have been his fault in many ways, but I still missed him. I had my friends again, but I didn’t have my family any longer. For the first time since my father died, I felt lonely. My mom was nowhere to be found. I didn’t even know if she was dead or not. It didn’t matter anymore anyway. If she were alive, it wasn’t like she’d ever try to find me.

The sudden ring of the doorbell jolted me out of my thoughts, and I sprang up from the bed. Kirsten and I had seen each other naked countless times before, so there was no need to scramble for clothes as I rushed downstairs. With a sense of relief, I unlocked it, and wrenched open the heavy wooden door.

“Thank fuck, you’re he?—”

She slapped her hand over her mouth.

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