Page 6 of Corrupt Idol

She should have saved her breath. He set her in the tub and eyed her as he dropped her ruined clothes on the floor and stripped off his uniform. Her mouth went dry as she took him in. When she was seventeen, he forced her to learn every inch of his body. His years in the military had changed his physique beyond recognition. Every inch of him was solid muscle. She held up her hands as he stepped in with her.

“Please don’t,” she whispered.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

She punched him in the stomach. “Then what was that in the car? You hurt me all the time! No matter how many times I beg you to stop younever—”

He kissed her, putting a stop to her escalating voice and emotions. He picked her up and pressed her against the wall. The cum helped ease his entry this time. He fucked her nice and slow, the enclosed space amplifying the sound of her panting and hitched breaths. He covered her face with kisses and when he came again, he whispered, “No one comes close to you.”

“I hate you.”

He set her on her feet and bathed her, blocking any escape with his big body. He detached the shower nozzle to clean his cum from her and asked casually, “Are you on anything?”

She went rigid. “What?”

His eyes were steady on hers, eyelashes spiked with water as he waited for an answer. She renewed her struggles to get away from him.

“I’m… I’m…” Her mind was blank with fear.

“You aren’t on anything?”

“I-I didn’t pick up my pills after I broke up with my last boyfriend.”

His eyes darkened. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Jesse—”

He gripped her face. “You know how I feel about you with other men.”

“You don’t own me.”

“You think not?”

Two fingers slid into her pussy. He pinned her against the wet tiles as his hand worked her. She was swollen and throbbing and when he scraped his fingers against her G spot, she nearly brained herself when her head kicked back.

“You know what I did to Tucker. We don’t want any more accidents, do we?”

She clawed his arm. “Jesse,stop!”

He applied pressure, making her cramp. She screamed and gripped his wrist with both hands, trying to pull those marauding, brutal fingers out of her. A hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed, forcing her eyes to his. He pressed his wet forehead against hers.

“Tell me how many you’ve been with so I know how to punish you.”

“Fuck you!”

He did something that made her womb weep. She hunched over as he kissed her temple.

“Tell me,” he crooned

She glared at him. “Too many to count,” she panted with relish.

He wrenched her head back and kissed her hard. “You’re gonna regret that.”

He finished washing her and allowed her to stumble out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and fled to her room where she locked both doors—the one that connected to the bathroom and the other that led into the hallway. She stood in the middle of the room, mind awhirl with fragmented thoughts. She couldn’t stay here, not with Jesse around. In less than thirty minutes he had her on her back and it didn’t stop there. He wouldn’t stop. She knew that from experience. Anytime, anywhere. He would take what he wanted and leave her wasted and empty again. She clamped her trembling thighs together. She would tell Dad and Lynne that she had to go back to Utah to pack up her life there. Hopefully, by the time she came back Jesse’s leave would be up and she could focus on Lynne without that fucker ruining everything.

She dropped to her knees beside her open suitcase and pulled on jeans and a new top. She stood in front of the floor length mirror and brushed her hair while her mind buzzed with static. Her reflection had changed little in the intervening years and the fact that her bedroom had remained untouched gave her an odd sense of deja vu. The hydrangea bedspread was the same, as were the matching curtains. Everything was bright and colorful, but it was a sham. Unspeakable depravity clung to the walls of this place. The few times she came home for a visit, she slept on the couch. Dad thought this was a weird quirk of hers. He didn’t realize that she couldn’t be in this room without remembering the hell Jesse put her through. Seeing that soft cotton candy shade of blue or pink sent her spiraling into the past. She nixed those colors from her life and preferred black and gray instead.

She pressed her ear against the door that led into the bathroom. No sound. Cautiously, she unlocked it and found the bathroom empty. The door leading to his room was open. Quick and silent, she swung it closed and didn’t breathe until it was locked. She kicked her shorts and ripped shirt into the corner and pulled out the blow dryer. When she flipped it on, her eyes went to his door. She expected him to try to break the door down or shout at her, but nothing happened.

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