Page 70 of Broken Beauty
“What do you mean no?”
“I'm done. This whole thing was a mistake and I hope you and your father go to hell.”
“I didn't do anything to you! Why does this all matter?”
“Because you're Madden's fucking daughter!” Ash's jaw clenches as he yells at me from across the room. I can tell standing from here that his whole body is tense and filled with anger. The vein in his neck is prominent. “I wish hell on your family. I hope you all die and fucking join her in hell!”
“So, all of this was basically a waste, right? This whole summer was just meant for nothing?”
“Right.”
I turn around and grab the books he bought and throw them all at him. “You're a fucking asshole, Ash! All you do is destroy and hurt! You're filled with it!” I say after throwing each book at his chest. Ash doesn't move from his spot or even flinch. It's like he expected this from me. “You're fucking guilty if you're acting like this!” I yell one last time before Ash finally moves.
He walks up to me and grabs my wrist. “Say that one more time and I swear to god Ariella, I'll fucking ruin you. I'll make sure you are broken down completely and have nothing left in you.”
I push away from him and bring my hand across his face. “Don't ever touch me again,” I say as tears run down my cheeks. “I hate you.”
“I hate you too, Madden,” Ash says with a sinister smile, it's anything but sweet and charming like all of the other ones that he has given me.
“I hope I never see you again.”
“Hate you too, baby.” Ash repeats before he takes a few steps away from me. “Better make sure I never see you again Ariella because if I do you won't be so lucky to make it out whole.”
Thirty-Two
Ash
Present
I have deviant tastes when it comes to sex.
I thrive on pain and control. I always have, even as a kid. I just never realized it.
I always had a way to somehow get that pleasure, whether it be from a controlled and safe way with someone I don't know or breaking things in my room. It always makes me feel good.
Having sex with Ariella has always been different for me even when we had just regular, painless sex in the summer. I did smack her ass or grab her neck but not in a way to hurt her. Ever since I came back to LA, Ariella has been pushing my limits and they finally broke last night.
For a good thirty minutes I have been staring at Ariella's back.
She is still sleeping quietly, her chest heaving up and down. She will probably be out for another hour or so. We were up late last night and I would expect her to be tired.
She took everything I gave her like a good girl. She screamed and moaned my name all night and I couldn't stop smiling down at her. Her eyes were filled with lust and seeing her come around me with a face full of ecstasy was one of the most pleasurable things I've ever experienced.
How can someone like her exist and be perfect for me?
I move the covers away from her and my eyes go down to her ass.
It's full of red angry hand prints and then some purple marks on her hips from how hard I gripped her.
She has my marks on her.
She's fucking mine and she better understand that.
I reach out and trail my finger along the marks on her ass. Ariella moans and stirs in her sleep. My eyes go up to the back of her head. Her long brown hair is trailed down her back. She looks absolutely perfect with all of those marks on her.
I slowly move off the bed and go inside my bathroom. I open the medicine cabinet and grab the ointment.
I walk back inside my room and take the covers off of Ariella.
