Page 11 of Our Shattered Pieces
I kept walking.
“Molly?” It was said a little bit louder, but that wasn’t going to get me to stop and turn around.
Nope.
I was going to keep going, and I wasn’t too ashamed to admit that my feet were power walking the closer I got to my car.
Just as I was about to reach my car, I felt a hand latch onto my arm, turning me around. “Goddamn it, Molly, will you stop?”
I wrenched my arm from his grasp. “For what, Ethan? I have nothing to say to you.”
He closed in on my personal space, but unfortunately, a part of me was thankful he was making the effort to keep our argument private. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” he hissed out.
My grip tightened on my bag. “Do you seriously think you can apologize for what you did? Because you can’t, Ethan.”
“You act like this was all me,” he fired back. “But it wasn’t. You were there, too.”
His hit was a direct one, but this wasn’t about me. This was about him. This was about who he was and what he had done.
“Do you seriously not see how fucked-up what you did was?” I asked, absolutely stunned at the possibility that he might believe that my consent invalidated everything else.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he hissed, and I had to take a deep breath.
A little over a month ago, Ethan and I had been having sex, and while he’d been inside me, he had slid his fingers inside my ass. He’d done it before, though we hadn’t had anal sex yet. But this time, while he’d been double penetrating me, he had started whispering outlandish possibilities in my ear.
He had started talking about how if his fingers felt good in my ass while he was fucking me, imagine what another dick would feel like inside me at the same time. The fantasy had taken off like a rocket, and Ethan had started planting image, after dirty image, after dirty image in my head.
He had talked about how mind-blowing it must feel for a woman if she had a tongue between her legs at the same time that she had a pair of lips wrapped around her breast. He had talked about what it must feel like to have multiple sensations assaulting a woman all at once.
The fantasies had started out hesitant and questioning, but as I soaked him with what those fantasies had been doing to me, Ethan’s descriptions had quickly gone from moderate to filthy. And when he had called me a slut for getting so wet, I had exploded like never before.
After that, he’d been over every night, for four days straight, getting filthier and filthier, and I had fallen in love with everything he’d been saying to me. And it hadn’t necessarily been the fantasy of a threesome so much as how he had started calling me a slut and whore. The sex had turned defiling, and he had even started cumming on my face.
A week after that, we’d been at his place, having sex, getting caught up in the safe fantasies he had created for us when…
I’ll never forget it.
I’d been riding him, his hands cradling my face, asking me if I trusted him. Of course, I had told him yes. We’d been dating for months; of course, I had trusted him.
The second I had said the words, he had reached over, grabbed his phone off the nightstand, and had sent off a text. Baffled, it wasn’t a few seconds later, that Calvin Hackett and Sawyer Baker had walked into Ethan’s bedroom, completely naked.
Panicking, Ethan had pulled me down on him, and had begun whispering all those dirty possibilities in my ear again. After what seemed like ages, I had broken down and consented, and Calvin and Sawyer had joined us in bed.
And it had been the most erotic, intense, magnificent thing I had ever experienced.
Like a pornographic ballet, they had pleasured me in ways I had never imagined. However, Ethan had been the only one to call me names. Calvin and Sawyer had taken care with what they had done to me, but Ethan had set the tone for the entire thing.
After that, it was hard to have sex with Ethan without thinking of the other guys. It had felt lacking, and…orchestrated.
However, that wasn’t what I had broken up with Ethan for. As reckless as what I had done was, I could own the fact that I had given them consent to use me like that. As a matter of fact, I had used the memories to fuel a lot of my solo sessions.
The reason I had broken up with Ethan was because I had gone to surprise him with coffee for one of his early morning classes two weeks ago, and overheard him talking with both Calvin and Sawyer, discussing my prices with them. That first night had been a thousand each because I’d been an anal virgin, something that had gone to Sawyer. But since I wasn’t a virgin anywhere anymore, the guys felt like they deserved a discount now.
Ethan had charged them for what had happened, and listening to them talk, Ethan had planned on charging a lot of guys for the pleasure. Ethan’s scholarships were no longer enough to get him by, so he’d found another alternative.
Me.
“Molly-”
