Page 39 of Make Her Bleed
Sara was admitted for a suicide attempt. She wouldn't say what it was when I visited her but something horrific happened to her within those walls. When I tried to hug her, she jumped away so hard that she smacked into the bulletproof glass leading outside and cracked her skull. She was admitted into the hospital for her injury but she never left. That time, she succeeded in killing herself.
Whatever happened destroyed her, and I'm petrified that Kai is doing something just as damaging to Aria.
She was scared to death and I blame myself. I lost my cool and freaked out when she said she wasn't on birth control. I didn't believe her when she said Kai knew all this time but when I realized how scared she was, I knew it was the truth. When fear reaches a certain point, the only lies that will spill out are ones meant to protect someone close to you. There is no way that lying about that would protect them so there's only one other option.
Kai has known this whole time that Aria isn't on birth control and has refused to provide her with any form of contraceptive. Either he wants us to knock her up or he just doesn't give a damn. It could go either way but its fucked up for him to do the first one without anyone else's consent. He doesn't give a fuck about girl's consent but what about us? We're supposed to be family.
I open my eyes and stare at Aria sleeping, curled up against my side. She seems so peaceful and my chest swells with the need to protect her.
If there is one thing I know for sure, no one can win against Coach Malakai Harris. He's an unstoppable force I've always admired but now, it's different. I want to shield her from his torment. I may not be able to stop him but I can make my stance known. He appreciates openness.
I run my fingers through her hair as her nails scrape along my bare chest. My eyes snap from her wild red locks to her eyes that are now open.
"Morning, pretty girl," I say with a smirk.
Pretty is an understatement. She is so fucking radiant that my chest tightens whenever I see her. It’s an instantaneous effect she’s had on me since the day we met. The bond started as a simple infatuation. I'd have to be blind not to see how stunning she is even in just a shirt, her hair all crazy, and not a speck of makeup anywhere in sight.
"Morning," she mumbles, a flush rising in her cheeks that reaches down into her shirt. "You're an early riser," she jokes dryly.
"Always have been. Sleep is my enemy," I throw back with a smirk.
I expect a snappy comeback that makes me fall out of the bed laughing but she pulls me down to her level and kisses me. It starts soft and sweet as she strokes my scruff but it doesn't stay there long. The passion builds but I also sense gratitude coming from her.
I'm not sure if it’s because I stayed last night or because I didn't pressure her for sex after I got her in bed—or maybe something else—but she's thankful I'm here with her.
I wasn't about to leave her alone in a house with Kai as freaked out as she was. She needs to feel safe.
She pulls out of the kiss, breathless as can be. I can't say I'm unaffected either.
"I want you," she whimpers, pushing my shirt up my chest. The way she undresses me with her eyes once I have my shirt off has a grin spread across my face.
She doesn't just want me to fuck her. She is lusting after me just as much as I am her.
I may have to share her later but this is our time together. I think we've both earned a selfish moment together.
She takes a moment and notices the handcuffs missing from her wrists but she doesn't say anything. She deserved to sleep in peace and she doesn't need that shit.
I kiss down her neck as I reach into the bedside drawer, fishing out a condom before pushing down my boxers. "Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see all of your gorgeous body while I fuck you so hard you can't decide whether you want me to stop or keep going."
She takes a sharp breath before letting out an aroused moan. "Oh, god."
"It's not god's name you'll be screaming. It's mine," I growl as she pushes her shirt over her head.
"Knox, please, baby. Ineedyou."
That's the first time she's called me any kind of pet name, and it drives me to need her even more.
I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth and her big blue eyes flash with not only desire but also appreciation.
"Thank you," she whispers as I sheath my cock into the rubber. I ease into her, knowing full well that her pussy took a lot of abuse yesterday. She throws her head back, arches into me, and cries out in pleasure.
"Is your pussy mine, baby?" I groan as I gain momentum, fucking her harder and harder until the headboard starts slamming into the wall.
"Yes," she whimpers out as her nails rake down my spine, licks of pain following the trail of her fingers. I don't give a damn if she draws blood. The more she scratches, the harder I fuck her and the more pleasure both of us receive.
"Yes, what?" I grab a fist full of her crazy, fiery locks and pull her head to the side, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spot behind her ear.
I took mental notes when me and the others fucked her yesterday by way of watching her reactions to everything done what really got to her. She loves having this spot messed with.
