Page 55 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“You know you love it as much as I do. You can’t hide it from me, boy.”
The tears that started burning my eyes when he locked his gaze on me at the end of practice finally fall. Big fat tears dropping onto his desk beneath me as he takes exactly what he wants from me, leaving me a broken, hollow child with nothing but a splintered soul and a tarnished body.
I hate you,I silently sob.
“No, no, please,” I cry, suddenly jolting awake and sitting upright in bed. “Fuck. Fuck,” I pant, lifting my hand to chest covering my racing heart.
My stomach churns as if the events of my nightmare were real, my need to puke up my disgust for what I allowed to happen is almost too strong to ignore.
I suck in deep breaths as the sweat covering my body begins to cool, making me shiver with the memories that just seemed so vivid.
After a few seconds, my surroundings come back to me, memories of the night before, not just my nightmare slam into me and I look to the other side of the bed.
Macie.
But it’s empty.
“Red?” I call, although I don’t know why. Throwing the covers off, I pad around the suite naked looking for her, praying that I’m wrong about what that empty side of the bed means.
“Macie?” I ask, poking my head into the bathroom, but the only sign that she was here is my belt still hanging from the shower rail.
“Fuck. FUCK,” I scream, pulling my arm back and planting my fist in the center of the mirror that’s hanging over the sink. The exact one I used to stare into her eyes as I fucked her last night. “FUCK.”
I stumble back, colliding with the wall, slipping down the tiles until my ass hits the floor.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Flashbacks from the night before hit me.
Her at the window, the way she reacted to me. How vicious I was. How she called me out on my bullshit and only fuelled my anger. How I left her tied up.
A sob erupts from somewhere within me as my body trembles.
She’s right.
She’s right about all of this. If I can’t get over all of this it’s going to suck me under for good.
* * *
The next time I come to, I’m curled up on the bathroom floor, my body aching and shivering from the cold.
I figure it’s what I deserve after I left Macie in here to the same fate.
Groaning, I roll onto my back, stare up at the ceiling and wonder where the hell I go from here.
A knock sounds out around the silent suite and I push up onto my elbows, listening in the hope whoever it is goes away.
They don’t.
Only seconds later the knock comes again, quickly followed by a voice I recognize.
“Leon, I know you’re in there. Open the goddamn door.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, climbing to my feet and padding across the room to the pile of clothes I abandoned on the floor before our bath last night.
The memories of having her in my arms, both of us covered in bubbles and hot water comes to mind making my cock stir.
Tugging my boxers and jeans up my legs, I realize that I no longer have a shirt.
