Page 80 of Nightmare

I hang up just as my door opens and Western walks in. He’s angry, I can tell that the moment he steps through. His fists are clenched, his face is tight, and he’s panting. His lip is slightly swollen from the fight yesterday, and there is a purple bruise under his right eye. I push off the bed, standing, not entirely sure if I should say something. Walking towards me, I take a hesitant step back towards the window, and then another and another, until my back is against the glass and his hard body is in front of mine.

I hold my breath, waiting.

Reaching down, he takes my pants in his fingers and jerks them down, exposing me to him. Then he lifts me and places my bottom on the windowsill as he pushes between my legs, my pussy rubbing against his jeans. Heart racing, I look up at him, and his lips quickly find mine, kissing me deep and hard. His mouth is hungry and his beard scratches my face as our tongues dance together.

His hand moves between us, unfastening his top button, and then his cock is freed and right there, pushing against me. I groan and rotate my hips forward, spreading my legs further as he slowly, inch by delicious inch, pushes himself deep inside me. Then, he is fucking me. There isn’t anything gentle about the way he’s moving his hips, and I know that if anyone is outside, they can see my back pressed against the glass, Western’s hand splayed out against the window.

I moan his name as our skin slaps together and he drives his cock in and out, nothing soft and loving about our encounter. His fingers dig into my hip as he uses it to guide each thrust. It’s extraordinary and when his mouth finds mine again to muffle my screams, I can’t help the pleasure that bursts forth. I grip his forearm, digging my nails in as my entire body pulses around him.

Finally, the orgasm I’ve been seeking.

“Seriously?”

The sharp voice has my head lurching forward and my eyes popping open. My body is still trembling from my orgasm as my gaze lands on Hazel, standing in the doorway, staring at the two of us mid-fuck. Her eyes are wide, her mouth is slightly agape, and she looks pissed. Like really pissed. Like she’s going to come in here and rip my hair out.

Oh. Shit.

Western looks over his shoulder, his face impassive, as he keeps sliding his cock in and out of me. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t act shocked. He doesn’t even change his expression. He is acting like he can’t even see her, but I know he can. I squirm, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t stop. His eyes lock onto hers and he fucks me as if she’s not in the room.

“You better fucking stop, right now,” Hazel bellows.

“Western,” I gasp, pushing at his chest.

He doesn’t stop.

He fucks me, his eyes on her, until his body shudders with orgasm. Horrified and utterly shocked, I keep shoving at his chest until he pulls away, cum dripping from the end of his dick as he deliberately turns towards her. I cover up as quickly as I can, grabbing a towel from close by and pulling it to my body. Western doesn’t move to get dressed, he just stands there, half naked, unbothered that she’s watching.

“Her?” Hazel yells. “You’re fucking her? Without a condom? She’s a god damned toad.”

Well, that was just mean.

I get I might not be a super model, but a toad. She’s just being cruel, and I’m not about to sit around and let her. Pushing to my feet, I pull on my pants and then glare right at her. “Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter,” she growls, “youfuckingslut.”

Oh. She did not. I walk towards her, my insides going to liquid, but I don’t show it. Oh no, I just approach her as if I’m the most confident woman in the entire world when really, I’m not. I’m truly not. She’s probably going to flatten me, but I’m not about being called names.

“Say it again,” I challenge, face to face with her, still panting from the sex I was just having with her husband.

That sounds bad.

I’m a bad person.

She leans in. “You’re a fuckingtoad.”

Without thought, my fist lashes out and connects with her jaw. Head whipping to the side, she looks back at me with pure rage. My mouth drops open in shock. I’ve never hit a person in my entire life. Reaching for me, her fingers curl into my hair and she jerks me towards her with a frustrated scream, our foreheads slamming together. Shoving her to get her off, we end up in the hall, clawing and scratching, me mostly trying to avoid her nails going anywhere near my eyes.

She’s crazy enough to gouge them out.

“Fucking slut,” she hisses, jerking my hair so hard it burns. “I’ll kill you.”

I shove her again, and she stumbles back, her hand not releasing my hair. The stairs are right there, and as she stumbles, she loses her footing, and we start toppling down. It feels almost like we’re moving in slow motion at first, but as my head bounces off the railing and pain radiates through my skull, the realization hits that nothing about this is slow, and we’re falling a great distance.

I can’t stop it.

I just keep tumbling, hitting multiple parts of my body on the way down.

By the time we’re at the bottom, there is a pain in my head unlike anything I’ve ever felt, my neck is seized, and my vision is blurring. It hurts, it hurts so bad I can’t stop the agonized cry that leaves my lips as I attempt to move my hands towards my head. I don’t know if they go, I can’t feel my body.

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