I looked around the room instead of focusing on him to calm my nerves. It was unlike any hotel room I’d been in before. It looked a lot like his room back at home. A platform bed occupied most of the space and a large black wood dresser sat beside it. A fifty-inch TV hung from the wall. The room smelled like him too. In that moment, I realized that probably was where he went when he disappeared.
“You should have listened,” he said. I snatched my head in his direction. There was rage swirling in his eyes. That was the only warning I got before he charged me like a mad man, I barely had time to throw my hand up to block my face before I was being lifted from my seat. I thought for sure he was going to hit me. Instead, he carried me the few steps to the bed, then slammed me on my back down onto the mattress. I yelped. The headboard banging against the wall drowned it out.
I tried to scoot back, to get away but King grabbed my foot and pulled me back to the middle of the bed., He snatched my legs open then dropped himself, all two hundred of his pounds, landing directly on top of me. All the air left lungs like a deflating balloon. I had only a second to catch my breath before his fingers were clasped around my throat, squeezing. Breathing became hard. I was scared if I fought, I’d pass out, so I laid still concentrating on trying to breathe through my nose. He snatched my shorts and panties off. His nails dragged against my skin scratching my thighs. I winced.
As soon as I was naked below the waist, he roughly pushed two fingers inside of me as if he was testing the tightness. What was fucked up was my body didn’t know whether to be petrified or aroused. I was scared, really scared, and a ball of humiliation sat in the cave of my belly. But my body was winding itself up to orgasm and my pussy was sloppy wet. I fought against the urge to moan. Fisting the sheets, I tried thinking of anything that would calm my body down, but all I could do is feel him fingering my pussy. I liked the ache, had been trained to like his roughness.
Just as I was about to cum he snatched his fingers from inside me. My body ached for relief. I clenched my eyes closed tightly so he couldn’t see the lust swirling in their depths. I didn’t want him to think anything he’d done to me was right.
“Did you fuck him tonight?” There was a menacing edge to his tone.
“N- no, I didn’t.” I stumbled over my words, making them sound untrue.
“Did you fuck him, Eden?” he roared as he grabbed my face with his free hand. “Open your fucking eyes, Eden, and answer my question.”
I opened them. “No, I didn’t.” My voice shook as I looked him directly in the eyes.
He must have believed me because he let me go all at once and stood.
“Get your ass up and go fucking shower. I can smell his stench on you.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I raised myself up from the bed. I didn’t look back. Careful not to trip over my own two feet, I hurried to the bathroom. I took my time in the shower. I must have stayed in there an hour. I was scared to face him and scared that if I didn’t, he would be even more pissed. I left the bathroom naked. It was freezing in the room and I still hadn’t gotten comfortable being completely nude in front of him, but I didn’t dare say anything.
He was occupying the chair he had snatched me from with a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting next to him on the floor. The vein on his temple pulsed. He was still very angry.
I had barely made it into the room before he was shoving a pizza box in my hand. “Eat.”
It was weird, him acting normal like nothing had happened. I was too afraid to broach the subject, so instead I did what he said. I ate.
I tried not to meet his gaze as I sat ramrod straight on the bed. I choked down greasy pizza and Pepsi, not tasting any of it. My gaze kept involuntarily sliding to him. His expressionless face told me nothing. But his methodical gaze stayed on me, unnerving me.
He tipped his glass and drank, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Nervous energy had my knees bouncing. The whole time I was holding the pizza box like a protective shield.
I had watched him so hard, anticipating his next move that when he spoke, I jumped slightly.
“Why him, Eden? Why’d you go to him? “His voice was cold and detached.
“What? “My voice shook
“I told you that first night I wanted the blond gone. I told him that night he came looking for you that he should stay away. I told him again when I saw him here. You must be giving him something to make him stay around, Eden.”
His voice rose an octave every word.” You fucking him? Sucking his dick?
Does he know what you mouth and pussy feel like? Is that why he’s risking his life for you?” He was nearly screaming at this point. His questions were rhetorical; he already knew the answers. He was just working himself into a frenzy.
He jumped up from his seat.
“Get up,” he shouted. He didn’t give me the option or time to disobey his order. He moved so quickly I had no time to react. He fisted his hand into my wet hair, he yanked me up by it. The pizza box slid to the floor. When I was standing, trembling before him, he let my hair go just to secure my chin in a firm grip. He lifted my face so I was forced to look at him so I couldn’t escape his intense gaze.
“Why did you go to him, Eden?” he yelled.
“I was just feeling really, really angry and resentful. I wanted attention.”
I was on the verge of breaking down. I blinked away tears and sniffled.
“Attention? So, you wanted me to follow you, see you with him. That’s why you told them you were going to the park?”
My heart got caught in my throat.
I shook my head violently. Lying. I now regretted playing games with him. I was out of my depth. I’d poked the fucking bear, not expecting it to tear my head off.
He sneered at me, his anger distorting his face. “Now you’re fucking blatantly lying to my face. What were you doing with him, Eden?”
“We were just talking,” I blurted out. My answer only seemed to further incense him.
“Talking about what. You didn’t want to talk when I was trying to talk to you. You yelled and swore at me.”
I wanted to point out the fact that he didn’t want to talk to me, he simply wanted to lecture me and call me names, but I wasn’t stupid.
“Tell me what you talked about.”
I told him everything.
“Move in with him, so he pays for your college?” He let me go abruptly, shoving me so hard I landed on the bed.
I heard him mumble under his breath what sounded like, “You’re more like your momma than I thought.”
I wanted to be mad at what he said but those were my exact thoughts earlier.
He started pacing in front of me, looking like a caged pit bull.
I trembled. He was genuinely scaring the fuck out of me.
“You think I would allow you to do that? You think I’d allow another man to have you, to take care of you?”
He waited, even though he didn’t look at me, I assumed he wanted an answer.
“It’s just a lot of money I need, and we aren’t even together. School is in Georgia, you’re in Florida. It just sex.” I was rambling trying to find the words to calm him down.
King pulled something out of his pocket and threw it, hitting me directly in my face. It fell into my lap. Surprised by his action all I did was stare at it, not really seeing it.