Four years later and she still could barely stand to look at me because of his lies. He’d made her think I was the reason her husband had left her and not because she had married another piece of shit. I still don’t know the exact lie King told to make his father’s actions my fault. But whatever he’d told her had gotten me slapped and kicked out of her house. I’m sure that had been his plan all along.
King wanted me to only depend on him, to only have him. And somewhere deep inside I wanted the same. Neither one of us realized how fucked up that was.
We were toxic to each other and everyone around us. We caused each other pain as well as caused pain to the people who got in between us. All for nothing. In the end we had imploded. He’d gone to jail, and I had ended up living in a gilded cage with the man he hated.
“I bet you thought you would live happily ever after with that prick you ran away with; never thought you’d see me again?” His voice kept rising. “Thought I’d rot in prison because of you.” The steel in his tone caused me to shiver, but I still tried to defend myself.
“I wouldn--” I wanted to tell him that I never would have run away with Ellis if he hadn’t forced my hand. Where else was I supposed to go with no money, after he’d turned my momma against me?
“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. “I went to prison because of you, and you went and fucked the one person I told you to stay away from.”
“Ugh, fuck you!” came out before I could swallow the words that I knew would further piss him off. “I’m not the reason you were in prison. You’re a fucking psycho who tried to beat a man to death.” Did I feel guilty about him being in prison? Yes. I knew King was jealous and possessive. I should have never tried to play that game with him. Did I feel responsible? No. It had been his actions and his alone that had put him behind bars.
“Because of you,” he hissed in my face.
“Because you could never take what you put out,” I rebutted. He’d told me to leave him alone. I did, then he’d fucked a thousand girls after me, flaunting each one in front of me. When I became interested in one man besides him, he’d lost his mind. But King was the type to stab you in the heart, then pretend he was bleeding.
He hissed. “Because you’re a deceitful whore.”
I snapped. “Go to hell. Get off me!” No matter what I said, King was going to believe what he wanted, so I wasn’t about to argue with him. I’d only have to put up with him for a couple of days, I guessed. Either the police would be coming for me for what I’d done to Ellis, or Ellis would be coming because of what I’d done to him. Either way, I would not have to deal with King and Momma for long.
“Not just yet. I came into your room for a reason.” His fingers were still tight around my throat when his other hand disappeared under the sheet. He ran his cold fingertips over my breast. He followed it with his warm tongue then his sharp teeth, slightly biting into the nipple.
“Oh God-” my throaty whisper forcefully slipped from between my pursed lips.
He let my arm that he’d been holding go to massage my hip. Callused fingers dugs into the plush flesh, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin. I immediately and unsuccessfully tried to push him away. He trapped my arm again “Don’t make me do this, King.” He chuckled darkly.
“I remember saying the same words to you the night you fucking cursed me. Touch me, King.” He mocked my words. “You remember saying that?”
I fisted my hand at my side. I wasn’t going to let him make a fool out of me. He’d wanted me back then just as much as I’d wanted him.
“No. Touch yourself.” I know it sounded childish, but it was all I had at the moment.
He punished my disobedience by burying his head in the crook of my neck and pressing his teeth into my pulse. He bit down, applying just enough pressure to hurt, but not break skin. He sucked it roughly before lifting his mouth.
“Touch me!” he growled so deeply I could feel his voice vibrating.
Heat filled my lower belly.
“No.” A whine tinged my voice. I hated it. I hated feeling like the eighteen-year-old girl King use to control.
All in one swift motion he maneuvered himself, so that he was sitting up, he straddled my thighs. Using his weight, he continued to restrain me. Forcefully, he grabbed the hand that had been trapped under me. My balled-up fist, he brought up to his right pec. He squeezed my wrist until his grip was so painful, I thought it would break. I had no choice but to open my hand. When I did, he dragged it down the hard plains of his torso over his abdomen, then guided it into his boxers. He stopped when my hand met hard, unyielding flesh. His cock was hot, even though his fingertips were cold.
“See how hard you make me. Stroke it.” I could no longer see him, not even his eyes. The tone of his voice dared me not to do what he commanded.
“Fuck you.” I snatched the hand he had trapped at my side from his grip and pressed the heel of it against his abdomen. I tried to push him off, but he refused to be moved. Next, I made a futile attempt to buck him off me. I wasn’t strong enough; he was too big. He’s unmovable and formidable and I want to cry. But I wouldn’t.
I continued to fight until he resorted to choking me. He leaned down. His large hand wrapped around my neck. He squeezed, using just enough pressure to still and unravel me. A soft whimper forcefully escaped. My body fought for air on instinct, but also became aroused. My nipples hardened and my pussy gushed.
King had long ago introduced me to sexual asphyxia. He was confusing my body.
My breathing grew ragged.
Finally, I fisted his cock.
He hissed on contact.
I whimpered. Feeling his hard warmth in my hands brought back so many memories. Quick flashes of swollen lips, bruised knees and sticky thighs. Sex had always been good between us, nearly everything else was bad.
He released the grip on my neck but made sure my hand remained wrapped around his dick.
“You’re playing games now, Eden. You used to like to touch me like this, begged me to let you do it on many occasions. Now you’re trying to make me seem as if I’m the bad guy asking you to touch me,” he said, playing the victim again. “But that’s okay. I enjoy being the bad guy, and I have so many games we will play together. I’ll call the first one ‘Prison.’ I will be the warden, and you’re the inmate. If I say it, you do it, or there will be consequences. Just thinking about taking four years of pent up aggression out on your body, having you at my mercy, giving you what you deserve has my dick so hard…. And I know you will cooperate. Right, Eden?” He answered for me. “Yeah, you will,” “Because you know I know all about your skeletons and where the graves are. So, you can either do what I say or….” He left the rest hanging in the air. My whole body tensed at his threat.
I could feel his intense stare on me as he waited for me to acknowledge my defeat. I knew exactly what skeletons he was talking about, and the last thing I needed was for him to go digging them up. I knew about King’s misdeeds too, but he’d been smart enough not to let me know where he’d buried his. I had no other choice but to do what he said.
“Okay, I’ll do it.” I shrugged. “What’s your end game? What in the fuck is it that you want from me?”