Page 7 of Hold On

Alina:

I’m absolutely mortified to be entering Bash’s house in the state I’m in. I feel dirty. Like, at a soul level. But neither of us have been chaste orgoodsince we parted ways. My antics weren’t tabloid worthy though. He has it a little rougher with the entire world on his back. But after what he said to me in the car, I’m feeling sorrier for myself than I am him. And walking into his house practically naked feels fundamentally wrong. I’m again reminded of that nagging feeling of wanting to die. What an adventure that’d be…

“This way,” he says as we’re met by a staircase leading upward. Evidently, he has the live-in loft space over the garage. It fits his rockstar persona.

The living room area is shared with a small, open kitchen. Everything looks new and unlived in. We cross the expanse of the floor to another set of stairs that bring us up to his room. It’s an entirely open floor plan that spans the size of the house, except for the closed bathroom he leads me to.

Bash turns the light on before he starts the shower in the corner. The area is pretty small compared to the rest of the room, leaving him little space to maneuver as he does his best to exit without looking at me. And then our chests are touching and I’m finding it hard to breathe as he stops and allows my breasts to sit upon his body. We’re both eyeing them hungrily as he swallows loudly and his breathing peaks. I start to shake, my nerves shot to hell. His scent invades my nose and causes all logical thought to stop in its tracks inside of my head. I don’t even notice when he starts backing me into the free-standing sink; my feet are just moving with his and before I know what’shappening the cold bite of porcelain is pressing into my bare ass. Bash’s fingers glide up my naked leg as he brings it around the side of his hip, hooking them into the crook of my knee.

“What happened to my Lina Girl?” he growls, and I know he’s asking me why I ghosted him, not just why he found me charging for sex tonight. “You broke my fucking heart,” he spits into my face as I crumple at his clearly displayed pain.

“Bash,” I start, but he kisses me so quickly, with such immense force and passion, that I’m not able to get anything else out. Our teeth are clacking, our tongues diving into the depths of the other’s mouth. My lips are swelling under the pressure of his own. I can’t help but nibble at his perfect bottom lip before he pulls away, snatching it back.

“You fucking left me to rotalone,” he says angrily, licking my tongue with his before plunging it back into my mouth for more. I can do nothing but open for him, allowing his anger to consume me. It’s the most alive I’ve felt in years. “Goddamn you, Lina!” His voice is a knife to my gut as his sorrow burrows further into me.

“I’m sorry,” I manage with a distressed squeak, but he’s shaking his head, a maniacal look blazing in his eyes.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” he says as he rips my panties down my legs and mimics the moves of Albert earlier. He turns me in his arms and bends me over the sink, displaying my used pussy before himself in the light. And even though he’s not being gentle with me, and I can feel the anger coursing through him, he’s not hurting me at all. “Jesus, fuck,” he complains as I watch him in the mirror. “You just give this away to anyone who’s willing to pay you, Lina?!” He’s yelling again, scrubbing his hand over his stubbled jaw. I hate the way he’s yelling at me, but the jealousy plainly evident in his tone is everything I need at the moment.

“I’m a whore, Bash. That’sliterallywhat I do,” I say through clenched teeth, tired of being embarrassed tonight.

“Take my money then. Because I’m about to fuck you.” I’m stunned by his words as he pulls himself out of his pants and by the fact that he’d still want to after what he saw earlier tonight. His gorgeous dick hasn’t changed a bit as I look over my shoulder and watch him fist himself in his hand, angrily jerking off a few times before lining himself up against the entrance of my slit.

“Why?” It’s a whisper. I’m so confused. He literally just saw me fucking someone else and after screaming at me, he’s going to do it too? While the shower runs unused next to us?

“Because I’ve waitedwellover ten years for this and I’m taking back what’s mine,” he growls. His fingers are inside me before I’ve registered he’s even entered me. I cling to the sink before me as my back bows, a gasp exiting my lips. “That’s it, Lina Girl. Remember what it felt like to have a man inside you who respected you?” He’s seething as he bares down to the left. I’m whimpering profusely, pure liquid around his fingers. I buck my hips back into his hand, desperate for more of his friction.

He stills them with his opposite hand and levels me with a stare in the mirror. “I’m fucking you, not the other way around.”

“You’re mad.” Again, it’s a whispered sob.

“I’m not just mad, Alina. I’m fucking infuriated. Not only with how you left me, but with how I had to find you again.” He rips his hand from my cunt and slams himself into me without a warning. I suck in a breath from the sudden change in fullness. I haven’t been stretched this wide since I fucked him last. Feeling his girth within me is restarting my heart. Blood is pumping through my veins again. “You’re going to take it. Exactly how I decide to fuck you and nothing more. Not tonight. That’s your punishment.”

I nod, at his mercy. And yet, I’m so wet I can feel myself leaking down my thighs. No one has turned me on like this since high school… and I remember why I was such a shell of myself after I was forced to leave this town and the boy I had fallen in love with.

He slides out and pumps himself into me without any forgiveness, our skin slapping aggressively as he repeats the movement a few times, staring me down in the mirror and daring me to beg for any ounce of pleasure at his splendid fingers.

But what he doesn’t understand is that I’m already almost there. Just being with him is doing most of the work. Having Bash inside of me again is making me realize how low I’ve really set the bar for myself.

I’ve been wanting to die since my brother did and I was forced to leave Sebastian as a result. That had been the start of my decline, and I had cemented my miserable fate the day I allowed Luke to lie claim over me.

“Fuck, Lina Girl.” Bash is snaking his hands up to my neck and bending me forward at the waist as he tightens them around my throat. “Hold on,” he orders through a growl. I barely have time to brace myself before he’s basically bouncing my body upon his cock like a rag doll on a pogo stick. I can’t hold the sink, so I dig my nails into his forearms, gripping him as tightly as I can, allowing him to completely work my body, free of me touching almost anything but him. My hips slam into the front of the sink. My feet are tethered around the backs of his thighs and he’s pounding me down onto his dick in brutal, delicious thrusts, using my neck to control me. My tits are bouncing violently, my eyes are watering from the force, but nothinghurtslike Albert’s abuse did. Maybe that’s because I’m so turned on, unable to register anything but shock and pleasure. And when I make eye contact with Bash in the mirror, he knows exactly whatI’m thinking. He’s literally choking me and it’s not painful, only highly erotic.

“Let me educate you, Lina Girl,” he says suddenly, slowing down his pace and meeting my eyes in the glass before us. His fingers flex upon my pulse on either side of my neck. “There’s a difference between someone fucking you and someone assaulting you.” I squirm and look away, but he grabs my chin and forces me to watch him again. The shame that erupts in the depths of my eyes and soul… “Did I hurt you?” I’m holding back tears as my lips tremble. “Did I hurt you?!” he demands, and I shake my head no, one tear slipping, forging a path down my cheek. He’s nodding his head, point made. “Because I didn’t assault you. Stop being a fucking dipshit and summon the girl I knew back in high school!” And just like that, he’s ripping himself from my pussy and shoving my body towards the shower.

I stand alone beneath the water, crying.

Chapter Four - Now

Sebastian:

It took everything in me not to fuck her senseless. She needs all the sense she can muster with whatever situation she’s currently found herself in. But,fuck. Alina Timber only grew more beautiful and feistier in our time apart and I’m fucking drooling just thinking of how her pussy felt upon my fingers again. That’s exactly where Alina Timber’s pussy belongs. In my fucking hand, being worshipped for all that she is and ever was. I truly hope whoever I bashed in the dick is permanently unable to use it after what he did to my girl.

Mygirl.

How easily I’ve slipped back into old habits.

Isn’t she who I’ve always wanted though? Who I’ve compared every girl to. Held every other to her standards, knowing they could never surpass them.

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