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Monster SBMC Miami(9)
Author: Erin Trejo

“I wasn’t sure you’d come back,” I whisper softly.

I’m pushed forward onto the bed on my chest again. My heart stammers inside of my chest. The only real emotion I can feel is when I’m with this man. I haven’t felt anything in so long, and now he’s ripping it out of me. I have no idea how to handle it.

In no time clothes are removed and a condom is put on. He thrusts into me roughly while holding my hips tightly with his hands. I want him to mark me. I want him to make me remember anything but what the past had to offer me. With each thrust I close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling of him inside of me. Each new memory of him will help erase the bad that was them. That’s what I keep telling myself, but then I begin to feel guilty.

Guilty for what? Because I’m having some of the most amazing sex of my life with an unknown man? Guilty that I feel some strange connection to Monster the same way I do to this man? What kind of mess is my head?

His lips come to rest on my shoulder as he slowly licks and sucks my skin into his warm mouth. My body shivers and my nipples grow even harder. All I want is for him to stay inside of me like this.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg him as heat coils inside of my body.

My blood is boiling and my need to come is overwhelming me. Tears are leaking down my cheeks as he grunts and groans. His cock is swelling inside of me, I clench my eyes shut as I explode around him and he fills me.

He pulls out of me and I try turn over to look at him, but this time he moves even quicker. He presses me back to the bed and makes a growling noise in his throat. I don’t move, but it isn’t from fear. It’s almost out of respect for him, which is completely insane. I don’t even know him. I’m slowly losing my grip on reality and that terrifies me. What if I let my guard down and they find a way to get to me? What if my past is slowly chasing me down? That thought makes me cry even harder because I know what will happen if I’m ever found.

Just like last time as the tears are falling down my face my mystery man disappears into the night. Once again I’m left alone to my own humiliation. I pull my shorts back up and walk back to my room. I fall onto my bed and grab the box next to it. I open the lid and look at my demons.

“I didn’t want to do it! I didn’t know what else to do. You have to know that,” I scream at the photo.

The one picture of the man that changed everything in my world. I used to think so highly of that man.

“I didn’t know what to do.” Tears spill down my cheeks and land on the photo in my hands.

I lie down and curl onto my side while holding the picture closer to my heart. If I had’ve had more time I could have come up with something. I could have saved him. I could’ve done something more, but I was just too weak.

Just like the others told me I was. I was fucking weak.

 

 

Nine

 

 

Monster

 

 

I’ve stalked around the back door of the clinic for the last three hours. It’s eleven in the morning and she still hasn’t come outside yet. It’s a Sunday and I know Paul isn’t here today. I flick my cigarette to the ground and fiddle around in my pocket for my tools. Popping the back door open is easier than it should be considering the side of town we’re on. I make a mental note to tell Paul to get a better security system in place.

I stalk through the building and veer off into the room I know she stays in and find her curled up and sound asleep. I debate leaving, but something is in her hand and it intrigues me. I walk over, bend down, and pull it from her hand gently. I look at the photo and see that it’s a picture of a man. I wonder who the hell he is? For some reason this stirs my anger. I lay the photo back on the bed next to her and turn to leave when she speaks.

“He’s the past,” she says softly.

“Is that why your eyes are all puffy and red?”

Kyza shifts on the bed, sits up, and looks over at me.

“The past hurts sometimes. Doesn’t the past ever bother you?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

“I think you saw that first hand that night.”

“What are you doing here?” she asks as she pulls the blanket up to her chest.

“I was gonna see if you wanted to ride with me today. I need to get away and clear my head for a bit,” I tell her.

Kyza watches me closely not sure of my intentions. Quite frankly, I don’t know either. In the light of the day I’m the monster that others fear, but in the darkness of the night I’m free. I’m me and I can be whoever the hell she wants me to be. Taking her out with me today would show her what it’s really like to walk around with scars the that mar my body and the way others react to them. It will show her why I am the way I am, and I’m not sure she’s ready for that.

“Why?” she asks softly.

I shake my head, run my hand through my hair, and turn on my heel. I can’t do this. I can’t let her in. What the hell was I thinking?

“Don’t leave.”

Her words stop me in my tracks. I turn to look at her as she climbs out of the bed. Her little shirt is hiked up and I can see her toned stomach underneath. She follows my gaze and quickly pulls her shirt down. I just smirk at her.

“Where are we going?” she asks moving around the room while grabbing clothes and shoes.

“I don’t know yet, I just wanna ride. You good with that?”

She smiles at me and nods her head before she moves past me to the bathroom.

“Give me a few minutes.”

I walk back over and sit on the edge of her bed. I lift her pillow up to my nose and inhale her scent wondering if she can feel this pull between us the way I can. I don’t want to try to explain it, but I can feel it and I want to know more about it. I want to know more about her. I want her history. I want to know who the hell the man in the picture is that made her cry. I want it all and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. She walks out a few minutes later and smirks at me.

“What are you doing with my pillow?”

I drop it back onto the bed not realizing I was still holding it. Standing up I move towards her and reply, “It smells like you. I’ve missed that smell.”

What the hell am I doing? I need to touch her. I need to see that she isn’t afraid of me. I need to fucking feel whatever it is that she throws out because that’s the only time I ever feel at peace. I’m slowly losing my mind over this girl and I need to know why.

My hand comes up to cup her cheek and her lashes flutter closed. I swallow hard and lean down with my lips mere inches away from hers. I can smell her, taste her, feel her. God I want her.

“Are you going to kiss me or just smell me?”

Fire courses through my veins. This girl has blown me off until today, and now she’s asking me to kiss her. She wanted to stay as far away from me as possible before. I felt the same toward her, but not anymore. Now I want her and I don’t give a fuck what I have to do to have her.

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

She nods slowly and I let my lips crash into hers. My tongue forces its way into her mouth and slides against hers. I can feel her need to dominate the kiss, but that’s just not me. I don’t let her, but instead I move my hands down her sides and cup her ass. I lift her up off of the ground. Kyza wraps her legs around my waist and I’d give everything I’ll ever have to fuck her right here and now, but I can’t do that. I break our kiss and we’re both panting and needy. I can see the lust in her big, blue eyes.

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