brooklyn baby (N.H)

04

He pushes me on the bed, loses the grip on my arm as he takes his shirt off. I'm laying on my back, facing him standing up over me. My hands are over my chest like protection.

When his shirt is off he takes his hands on my thighs infront of him. They trails up over my stomach until the met my chest. He takes my arms off my chest to my sides. His hands land on my breasts and touching them before he takes my top of them. I close my eyes, not wanting to see what's about to happen. I've never felt more exposed before. This was awful.

My top that is now over my stomach and my breasts are both out, exposed. I've never liked them, this didn't make it better. In like a minute, nothing happen, I didn't feel him at all and I didn't want to open my eyes to see.

After that minute had passed his hands lands on my breasts again. I'm feeling how I want to cry, my tears are in my eyes wanting to get out, but I don't let them, I'm not letting him see that I'm crying. I'm not exposing myself more by showing him that I'm weak. I know I'm weak, my father knows it as well, anyone else doesn't have to know it.

He takes his hands off my breasts and they trails down to my short skirt.

Why the hell did I wear this? Did I want this to happen? What did I thought would happen when I dressed like this? I'm a woman.

He takes the skirt of my body so I'm now just in my panties, of course they were string.

With my eyes still closed I can feel him take my panties on the side so my pussy was exposed as well now. My whole body, every little centimeter was exposed by this man. Men does always get what they want.

I feel my tears get out from my eyes, nothing I can to do stop them. Running down my face. I open my eyes. Everything is blurry from all my tears in my eyes, I see the white roof over the room.

His hands trails down my body, every inch being touched. When it comes to my pussy. He takes his two fingers in my dry pussy. I was nothing near wer right now. This didn't make me feel horny.

I gave away a 'ow' of his motion. But he didn't stop, he kept taking his two fingers in and out of me. I close my eyes of the pain.

I feel him laying over me. Still his fingers in my pussy. He lays a kiss on the corner of my mouth. It did nothing but disgust me.

"Get wet for me sweetie" he wispers. Still taking his fingers in and out of my dry pussy.

"She's not even wet?" A voice laughs, making both me and Shawn turn our heads to the door.

In my blurry vision I see a blond guy standing, leaning against the wall next to the door. His arms crossed over his stomach.

Niall.

None of us answer his question, but I don't think it's needed when he closing the door next to him and speaks again.

"You're sure she wants this?" He asks with his eyes on Shawn. I couldn't tell what his face said, it was so weird, he walked away. Did he come back? Why? He doesn't even like me.

"Yes" Shawn speaks with a smirk at him, I can see it from the side of his face. He looks proud at him, Niall doesn't smirk back or anything, he looks kinda serious. His brows down. His eyes trails over mine. Looking over me.

"It doesn't look like it from this ankle" he speaks and then looks back at Shawn.

"Why do you care? Can you walk out now so I can finish this" Shawn speaks and looks away from Niall to me with a evil smirk.