Page 22 of No, For An Answer
“How the fuck is she still here?” God, I’m better at playing dumb than I thought. I almost convince myself that I am.
“Francesca’s father is a big-time donator to the university and well, I was told to keep quiet. And Danvers, well he was told to stay as far away from her as possible.”
Bingo.
This is exactly what I wanted to hear. Even though Maisy didn’t mention him by name, she did in fact state that Fran was sleeping with someone other than Jesse. I just didn’t expect it to be Nathan.
“Does anyone else know what happened with them?” I ask even though I know the answer.
“Why?”
“Just asking,” I shrug. “I can warn her off for you if you like?” I laugh, quickly trying to change the subject. Widening my legs, I loop my fingers into his jeans. The hem of my black dress ruching further up my thighs. He places his palms on either side of me, trapping me on the spot.
He doesn’t resist me at all and falls into place so easy, like he’s always belonged there. I hate what I’m doing right now. I hate knowing that someone who hurt my friend is going about their day like it doesn’t matter.
It’s like they don’t care about anything but themselves. Well, I’m about to change all of that. I’ll make them understand. I’ll make sure everybody sees what they did.
“What are you doing, Ash?” he clenches his jaw, his eyes scanning over my chest as he talks. I scoff internally because, men, they’re all the same. A little attention and they can’t help themselves. Give them an inch and they take a mile, give them nothing and they take it all.
“Saying thank you,” I shrug. “But if you’re not-” I don’t get to finish the words before he’s on me. Devouring my mouth like it’s the last one he’ll ever taste. I slide my hands under his blackt-shirt and push higher until he pulls it off his body. I have to swallow the disgust in my chest, as his lips find mine again.
His tongue twirling and sucking around mine. He slides his hands roughly up my legs and I have to do everything possible not to throw up in his mouth. He bunches my dress up around my waist, breaking the kiss. Looking down as he widens my legs.
“Up,” he smiles, I lift my ass off the side, and he rips my thong from my body.
Just breathe Ash, you can do this.
Placing his hands on the insides on my knees he pushes further and further until my legs burn with how stretched they are. I don’t want this, but it’s a necessary evil to get to where I need to be. Without this, I can’t win. I need to see how far he will go; I need him scared. Panic stricken as he wonders what I’ll do.
“Jesse,” I breathe seductively. “Eat my pussy.” He sucks in a breath, crouching to the floor and immediately spitting directly onto my cunt. I’m allowing the asshole who helped ruin Maisey’s life touch me with the same hands that hurt her.
The same person who helped turn her into someone I didn’t even recognise. I’ll be able to stop him before this goes any further than I want, I just need to see how far he will go. Flattening his tongue, he begins eating me out like a man starved.
It’s sloppy at best and I have to fake every single moan. It’s depressing that some guys really have no idea how to eat pussy. Yet will expect even a virgin woman to suck a dick correctly.
“Yes, oh my god, yes.” I moan out worthlessly into the bathroom. Does he even know what it sounds like when a woman enjoys sex? Because I’m guessing, if he did, he would know this was the fakest shit he’s ever heard. He jumps up from the floor, dragging me off the side of the counter and flipping me over. The way he’s holding me is bruising, tight and unrelenting. Hold on.
“Jesse,” I giggle. “I didn’t say you could fuck me.” Hoping he will come to his senses and stop, but knowing he won’t.
“You sure about that?” he breathes into my ear as I hear the buckle from his belt rattle.
“This isn’t funny, Jesse, I said no.”
Keep going Jesse.
“Beg me to stop,” he growls, the zip ringing as he yanks it down. Pressing my palms to the counter, I push back, trying to turn my body to face him.
“Jesse… I said stop.” I press further, but he’s stronger than I anticipated. “I-I don’t like this, Jesse.” With a single thrust he fills me. My cry dancing around the room as he thrusts to the hilt. Tears pool in the corners of my eyes. I didn’t want him inside me. He releases a groan as he begins violently pumping into me, running his hands up my back, he grips my throat and yanks my head back.
“Keep going, Ashley,” his voice heavy and gravelly.
“Jesse. Stop.”Nothing.“Jesse, can you hear me I said stop!” He continues thrusting into me, harder and harder. My pelvic bone hitting the handles of the cabinet I’m bent over and the bile in my chest rises.
“JESSE!” I scream. “Get off me!” Snapping my head back, my occipital bone connecting with his nose. The swift sound of a crack hits my ears as he falls back. Pulling my dress down as I turn around and watch him sliding down to the floor. Cupping his nose.
“You broke my fucking nose bitch!” he bellows. Blood spilling out of his nostrils down to his mouth and chill.
“I told you to fucking stop!” I scream back. Kicking him in the legs hard as I can, he cries out and grasps his thigh. “Fucking cock sucker!” Stumbling out of the bathroom I run out of his room and down the stairs. Pushing my way through the bodies of drunken and sexually starved people. I can’t fucking breathe.
