Page 80 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“I thought you were going out of town, Bash. That’s another reason I came home.”

“I am, but I need you here first.” He grunts. “Don’t keep me waiting.” He ends the call before I can come up with a lie so I don’t have to go.

I’m getting really tired of his bossy, grumpy ways. He’s starting to gyrate on my last nerve.

I race downstairs, skipping a bath and calling out to Aunt Josie that I’m leaving and high tail it over to his place. I guess now it’s our place. I wonder if it will ever feel like home?

“Bash, where are you?” I yell, entering the house, walking up the stairs in search of him.

“In here, darling.” He yells loud enough for me to hear he’s in our room.

The minute I enter, he jumps on me like white on rice.

“Bash, stop, we have all night for this. I haven’t taken a bath or anything.” I protest.

“Doesn’t matter, you will be getting dirty all over again so there’s no point.” He growls, tearing into my clothes.

“Bash, please, take it easy. To say you want to hear all about my day, you’re trying to rip my clothes apart.”

“They are my clothes, and I will do what I want with them.”

“Your clothes? I bought these.” I say, slapping his hands away from me. He looks at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. Maybe I have, but he doesn’t get to talk to me like that and not suffer any consequences. I barely register what happens until my hand flies up to my face.

“Don’t you fucking talk back to me, Athens.” He slapped me. I mean he actually slapped me. I don’t do anything but hold my cheek and stare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, you had it coming, taking that tone with me.”

I’m too stunned to speak back, so when he continues to undress me, I just let him.

He pushes my hair back, and says, “What the fuck is this?”

Oh, God! I completely forgot about covering it up in my haste to get here.

“Are you cheating on me, girl?”

“No.”

“Then how do you explain this?”

“I can’t.” It’s not a complete lie. I’m only assuming it was Karter. He slaps me again, causing my head to turn to the left.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t lie.” I whine. “How dare you put your hands on me like this. Wasn’t it your idea to say that it’s okay to see other people as long as we weren’t married?”

“I said it was okay formeto do it.”

“I know what you said, but that’s total bullshit, Bash.” I say, pushing at his chest, but it does no good.

“I’ll show you bullshit, Athens.” He growls, right before he shows me exactly what he meant.

Later that night, I take my throbbing body to the bathroom and run a hot bath to soak in. Bash left a few hours ago, but not before he had his way with me.

I’ve been crying since it all happened, and I don’t know when the tears will stop. My pussy is on fire from the way he brutally fucked me until he couldn’t go anymore. I’m glad he didn’t decide to fuck me in my ass this time. He’s never gentle when he lets it ‘slip’ back there.

He forced himself so deep inside my dry pussy and fucked me raw, that I just don’t-God, I don’t know what to think.

He swore to me that something like this wouldneverhappen again, but he’s said that before and yet, here we are again.

Isn’t it a repetitive cycle when it happens the first time and they say sorry, then they only do it over and over again until the woman is finally dead?

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