Page 52 of Sorrow

Fucking cursed.

Pulling off, I stand quickly and shove him back on the bed in one last-ditch effort to save this. My whole body is shaking, I can barely breathe, and the tears in my eyes have almost nothing to do with the pressure that was just in my throat, but I can do this.

I can fucking do this.

“Let’s just fuck, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Imagine that, another chick who doesn’t like sucking cock. Just c’mere.”

Oh I like it, just not with you.

I don’t see how he can even blame me when he starts rutting like a dog in heat trying to find my hole. His dick bounces off my thigh, my lips, my clit, missing its mark every time. I can’t bring myself to help him.

“Shit. Hold still. I—”

“Nathan fucking Jackson!”

He jerks so violently he nearly throws me off as he looks toward the door, but I think we both know who just screamed his name from the other side. Sure enough, the door flies open and some pretty little brunette comes stomping in.

“Are you shitting me?” she asks, eyeing me with disgust. “When Greg told me you came upstairs with the virgin bitch, I didn’t believe him. Guess she’s the town whore now.”

“Baby, wait,” Nate rushes out, scrambling out from underneath me and following her out into the hall. I listen for a moment until their voices fade into the pulsing, blaring music, then fall back against the pillows in defeat.

That was it. That was my chance at freedom. I blew it, he blew it, she blew it. If I’d have gotten out of my own head likeHayes taught me, I could’ve had everything I ever wanted.

Instead, I’ve somehow become the town whore and the funniest thing is, I really am still a virgin. She’s not entirely wrong, though. I prostituted myself to Hayes for money. I was about to fuck Nate not because I wanted him, but because I wanted something from him I could only get with sex. I’ve made nothing but bad decisions, and for what? All I’ve learned is that I can obey Hayes Sarro without question and the thought of touching anyone else sends me into the early stages of a fucking panic attack.

I can’t leave, I can’t stay. Hayes will never want me full time, he thinks I’m a hurricane. This was just fun for him, maybe even something primal knowing he was secretly making a dirty little slut out of his best friend’s little sister. But for me? It was altering. I’m not the same person I was when we started. I’m no longer as frozen as the town we live in, willing to do whatever it takes to get out.

I just want to be loved, and maybe that’s the greatest curse of all.

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Hayes

Chasing after them turned out to be a huge waste of time. We didn’t know what car they were in since they sped off before we opened the door, and we couldn’t get too far away from the house in case the bastards came back. It wasn’t lost on us that the lingerie could’ve been a distraction to draw us away, we just weren’t thinking clearly enough in those first few minutes to care.

Now, however, we’ve been wasting our time for over an hour and I’m itching to go check on Samara. “Let’s just go back home and regroup. We’re not doing anything but wasting gas.”

Boo nods, falling silent until we pull in the driveway and notice her truck is gone. “Whatthe fuck?” he snaps. “I thought you told her to stay put?”

“I did! She probably ran because she was scared. If The Sons took her, they wouldn’t have bothered with that piece of shit. Maybe they stole it and she’s still in there. Just do a perimeter check and I’ll see if I can find anything inside.”

I’m out of the truck and in the house before he can argue with me, but nothing seems amiss. “Hurricane?” I call out, heart pounding when she doesn’t respond at all, and despite what I told Boo, I don’t calm in the slightest when I find his room empty. “Samara!”

I rush into my bedroom and find a note sitting on my pillow. My whole world focuses on that ripped piece of paper until I read it seven times and fully comprehend what she’s saying.

Hayes -

Wish me luck! Be home late... or not at all if it goes well.

Thank you again xx

Hurricane

Or not at all.

She went tohim.

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