As The Pages Burn

Chapter 8

"It's not what you think, I swear," He said, his voice husky and full of emotion. "We weren't alone there, Roger was there as well."

"Is that supposed to make it better?"

"No! Fuck, Angela, nothing will ever be able to make it better! It happened and I can't change the past no matter how much I want to."

"Why didn't you tell me before? Why did I have to figure it out for myself? Fucking hell, Lucas, why?"

"I don't know, okay? You were in there with him and I was downstairs just partying with everyone else. He came to me, told me that you'd asked for me. I thought maybe you'd gotten sick and needed my assistance or something. But then I got there and he locked the door behind us and you were naked and he said he couldn't get it up because he'd had too much to drink and he said you wanted me. I remember everything from that night no matter how much I want to forget it. I remember you looking at me just before you passed out. You moaned my name and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard and it broke my heart and I cried through the entire experience."

"Oh, well I'm so fucking sorry that your first time was such a turn-off!" Angela spat, rage and betrayal burning hot in her eyes, her nostrils flaring.

Lucas frowned; that hadn't worked out nearly as well as he'd thought it would have. "No, that's not what I said at all, Angela. I'm sorry if I sound insensitive or sick, but I liked it."

Angela stood up briskly, heading toward the balcony, lighting a cigarette as soon as she stepped outside, taking a few angry drags. She felt betrayed, violated, angry and devastated, as if her whole life had been a lie.

Lucas stepped out onto the balcony then, looking about as devastated as she felt. He couldn't even meet her gaze. "Look, I know how you must feel..." He started, but then he was interrupted.

"No, you have no idea how I feel, Lucas! You have no fucking idea! I feel so betrayed right now, and violated. And angry! Do you realize that I was only a child back then? God damn it, Lucas, a fucking child!"

Lucas lit up a cigarette and looked at his feet, too ashamed to look at her. "Well, technically you weren't..." He stopped short, noticing the angry way she was looking at him. "I mean, I know and I'm sorry."

Angela sighed exasperated. "You really thought you'd be let off the hook because of a technicality? No, Lucas, you're not sorry, not really. You probably thought I wasn't that smashed and that I'd remember everything and fall head over heels in love with your cock, didn't you? Typical fucking male mentality."

"No! What the fuck, Angela? I would never. Are you out of your mind?"

"Oh, it's okay for you to lose your mind for one night, but I can't? Fuck that. I say it like it is, and you should know that better than anyone on this planet."

"And yet you still couldn't tell me how you felt about me for more than a fucking decade until I had to tell you first. Typical fucking female mentality," Lucas said, turning the tables on Angela.

She crushed out her cigarette and glared at him. "No, don't you dare turn this around on me! If you think I'm overreacting, then you really need to take some time and evaluate the situation from a different angle." She headed into the apartment, not sure where she was going, and sat down on the couch. "Just imagine our roles were reversed, what would you have done if I told you this? Would you just shut up and listen, or would you be as pissed and hurt as I am right now?"

Lucas sighed. "No, I guess I'd be pissed as well. But I wouldn't have yelled at you like you're doing to me now."

Angela sighed. "No, of course not, you're Mr. Fucking Perfect, am I right?"

"No, I'm not perfect, and I'm fine with that. I'm just sorry that you never saw that before. Now you're upset because your ideal example of a man is just as flawed as the rest of them!"

"Oh, and thank you for that purple surprise in my drawer! I was so looking forward to using it, but now I think you should take it and go fuck yourself with it!" Angela got up and stomped off toward her room.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Lucas exclaimed and took her hand, pulling her back toward him. "So I should go fuck myself with that vibrator? Is that what you want?" He asked, holding both her hands behind her back as he stepped closer to her, his body now flush against hers, his free arm around her waist, holding her in place

"Yes," Angela said, trying to wriggle free of his grip.

"I bet you'd like to watch, wouldn't you? Is that what turns you on? Is that what makes you hot?"

"Fuck you!" She said as she tore free of his grip and slapped across the cheek, surprised at her own actions.

Lucas growled and pulled her against him, utterly taken aback when she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips aggressively. He wrapped his arms around her instinctively as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding against hers in angry passion. She pushed him onto the couch, straddling him, never breaking the kiss as she unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. She took off his shirt as he took hers off, and proceeded to remove the rest of her clothing in record time before getting on top of him once more.

"Is this what you want?" She growled against his lips as she took him into her hand firmly, hearing his breathing hitch as she stroked him seductively. "Or do you want me down on my knees, begging for it?"

"Fuck!" Lucas exclaimed, the feeling much too intense for him to be able to think clearly.

She kissed him again, lowering herself onto him until he was deep inside her, a carnal sound could be heard from the back of her throat. Lucas put his hands on her hips, then moved them to her breasts as he bit her lip, satisfied with her moan of approval. She increased her rhythm, her inner walls clamping down on him as she rode through her violent climax, exclaiming a garbled mess of his name in the process. Lucas swore as he, too, found his climax and emptied himself inside her.

Angela collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily as he stroked her back softly, panting like a dog who had just circled the yard a couple hundred times. "That was intense," He said as he finally regained his voice.

"Hmm," Angela mumbled into his chest, seemingly still coming down from her high. "This doesn't change anything, though."