Page 112 of Give Me Redemption

I reach up and undo his pants, pulling his cock out. He rams inside of me without warning, causing me to wince.

Jesus.

He fucks me without caution. He gets as close to me as he can and drives forward over and over. It doesn’t feel amazing. If anything, it hurts, but it’s a hurt I fully welcome. There’s no way I’ll come, and there’s no way I deserve to.

He moves from my lips to my neck, sucking as hard as he can, marking me, I’m sure. Blood vessels pop and I hold on to his back, trying to get him to slow down. He touches my breast roughly through my shirt and I bite my lip, trying not to cry out.

He shudders a moment later, coming inside of me. He breathes heavy, looking down at my face. His eyes have turned hard, callous even.

He moves back and puts his dick into his pants. He zips his jeans up and twists his hat around frontward.

Jace glances around my apartment one more time before looking at me with my legs closed, my pants down.

He smirks. “Now you know how it feels to get fucked.”

And I laugh because I’m crazy.

“Get the fuck out,” I warn him.

He lifts his chin. “Done.”

He walks toward the door, and I quickly pull my pants up and jump off the couch. As he walks out, I pick up the lamp and throw it toward the door. Just as he shuts it, the lamp hits the back, cracking in two.

Then I sink to the floor and sob uncontrollably.

Chapter Forty-Five

Jace

I sit inside my apartment, staring at a broken TV screen as my cigarette hangs from my lips. Beer bottles line every surface of the room, some upright and some knocked over from tossing beer caps at them sideways. You can really get those things spinning if you do it right.

My phone rings for the millionth time, and I look down at it to see it’s Harrison and then Pops and then fucking Mary. I ignore them all and stand up, tripping over broken pieces of wood from my coffee table.

I walk to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. Turning around, I look over the destroyed apartment and exhale.

What am I doing?

Chapter Forty-Six

Jace

(Three days later)

Hours bleed into days, and days fly by in a blur. It’s been three. I can’t get over this. I can’t move on.

I’m drowning in misery. My thumb lingers over her name.Dalton.

Is that her name?

Is she hurting as much as me?

Would she ever talk to me again after what I did?

Do I fucking care?

Yes.

God, how I wish I didn’t. I slide my thumb across the screen. She answers after two rings.

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