Page 12 of Intertwined Hearts

I was looking forward to seeing Hunter. He was coming over for dinner later in the evening. I made a stop at Publix to get everything I’d need, and the hair-raising feeling that I was being watched or followed returned.What the hell was going on?

After getting all of the groceries inside my condo, I locked the door and turned the deadbolt.

I’d prepared everything except the steaks when the doorbell rang and startled me, causing my heart to race and my stomach to feel like it hit the floor. I looked at the clock and saw it was eight o’clock. It had to be Hunter. I quickly washed my hands, yanked off my apron, and straightened my dress, then fingered through my hair. Without checking, I flung the door open and saw my worst nightmare staring at me with squinted eyes.

“Hi, sweetheart. Did you miss me?” he asked.

I gasped in a deep, sharp breath. My heart felt like it stopped. Time felt like it had frozen, just like me. I couldn’t speak. I was in shock at the sight of Landon standing in my doorway. His hair had grayed and thinned, but his body was still in perfect shape. He had continued to work out and kept his body football-ready, as he used to say. He had lines around his eyes and mouth, but he was aging well. He was still a very attractive man.

“Don’t be shy, doll. You never were before. I asked you a question and want a fucking answer. Did you fucking miss me?” He took two steps inside, and I stepped back, away from him. My mouth hung open, and my head shook slowly from side to side.

“Bitch, you have until I count to three to fucking answer me. One.” He took another step toward me. “Two.”

I backed up, and he kept advancing. I knew what he was capable of, and I didn’t want to suffer at his hands again.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I missed you.” I knew what I had to say to delay his wrath.

“I knew you did, slut. I missed you, too, baby.” I had backed up so far, I felt the wall pressing my back with the last step. I was trapped, and he closed the distance between us.

He shoved the coffee table over, causing the lamp to fall and break, and the candles to fall from their holders, then took the final step to be directly in front of me. His hands threaded through my hair, then he grabbed a handful and yanked my head hard, hurting my neck. He lowered his head and kissed down my neck. His touch made my skin crawl. Tears began streaming down my face.

“I hope those are tears of joy, cunt.” He lowered his mouth to mine. I shivered in disgust.

“Please don’t, Landon.”

“Please don’t what? You belong to me, bitch. You always have and always will.”

“Why? Why do you want me now?” I was trying to brace myself for a slap or punch, like I had on so many occasions in the past.

“I’ve always wanted you. I love you. I always have. I was counting down the days until we could be together again. Don’t you want me too? Don’t you want to feel me fuck you again for old time’s sake?”

“Landon, I’ve moved on. I have someone else in my life now. He’s going to be here soon.”

“Then he’ll find out you’re mine. Maybe I’ll fuck you in front of him, drive the fucking point home.”

“Landon, don’t, please.”

“Shut the fuck up, mulatto cunt. You’re mine. You always have been.” He placed his forearm under my chin, across my neck, and held me pinned to the wall. I tried to push it away, but it was no use. He was much stronger than I was.

“You’re hurting me,” I cried.

“You hurt me, too, cunty bitch. Eight years. Eight fucking years I was locked up like a fucking animal. Do you think I care about your pain? I could choke the fucking life out of your worthless body right now.”

It had never crossed my mind that he wanted to kill me until those words just escaped his lips. My body heaved as I cried even harder.

“Shut the fuck up. You know I hate it when you cry.” He moved his free hand to my dress and began to raise it up to my waist.

“You knew I was coming for you. You knew one day, I was going to track you down.” His hand moved from my hip around to my exposed pussy. I had purposely not worn underwear because I planned on surprising Hunter after we ate.

“What have we here, slut? You were waiting and ready for me?” His fingers moved over my mound and my lips. I held my thighs tight together to prevent him from touching me.

“Open your fucking legs for me,” he whispered into my ear. I didn’t budge. He licked my earlobe, then bit down. His arm at my neck applied more pressure.

“Bitch, open your damn legs, now!” he screamed in my ear.

I was so scared he’d kill me by adding more pressure around my neck. I could barely swallow. It felt like he could have crushed my larynx. I did as he said and barely spread my legs. I felt so filthy having his hands on me. I closed my eyes and prayed whatever he was planning to do to me would end soon.

I felt his fingers slide through my pussy lips, and he found my entrance. Without warning or any type of lube, he forced his fingers inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and cried out in pain, disgust, horror, and shame.

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