Summer Bliss: Book 1 {Revised}

Sonic Coins

Khalia groaned, burying her face deep in her pillow.

"...Pillow?"

Raising, she shuddered before crashing back down. If someone smashed a brick across her head, gagged her with barbed wire and lit her on fire, it'd feel like this. The sun was in full bloom as the rays came through, making the room glow with yellow vibrancy. Soft voices came from her open window which drew more confusion. Sitting up slowly she released a string of curses.

Pain rocketed across her back. Sharp and throbbing, it pulsated with a life of its own. Luckily, she knew exactly what would help. Throwing the comforter off she swung her legs over the edge.

"What in the..." Intrigue appeared on her face at the bruises covering her skin. Cuts covered her knees and feet. Contusions gathered around her ankles, calves, and thighs. The way they bunched looked like handprints.

"Oh. Ohhhh."

Realization shone in her eyes as fragments of last night came back. A smile tugged her lips. Reaching behind her she dragged her hand across her back. Multiple welts and cuts, still fresh, caused her to suck air harshly through her teeth.

"Theo."

He had hoisted her up by her ass and shoved her bare body against a tree. Teasing her clit with his cock before burying himself deep in her pussy. They moaned instantaneously. She tightened around his dick, gasping as he drew back and thrusted. She winced as the bark broke skin with every thrust. Moans played out like a symphony in the forest. The man was endowed, and she begged for every inch of it.

He made her a submissive animal, and it was ecstasy. Wave after wave of  endless pleasure. They must have been out there for hours, at least it felt like hours. She recalled asking for a break, then darkness.

"Well, that explains a lot." And she didn't die last night either. Win-win.

Yawning, pain zipped around in her mouth and down her throat. Another lovely reminder of Theo. Sighing, Khalia looked around, realizing he must have carried her back. She'll have to thank him for that. Pushing off the bed she stood.

"Son of a bitch!" Screaming, she crumpled on the floor. Pain vibrated between her thighs, and her pussy was throbbing, not in a good way.

"Lord, please don't let me walk funny."

Pulling herself up Khalia was grateful she was the only one present. This was embarrassing. Taking baby steps, she hobbled to her bag on the floor. Clothes were scattered around and hanging over the bag. She didn't recall the mess, but she also didn't recall much after the shower.

Pulling out gray leggings and a baggy black sweater, Khalia limped to the bathroom. She didn't need them to ask questions. Luckily, she didn't run into Marcus on the way. A twinge of guilt gnawed at her soul. Just a twinge though, she regretted absolutely nothing.

Locking the door, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Instantly she wanted to cry. Her kinky coils were matted and filled with knots, sticking out in every direction. Looking closer she saw bits of mud and leaves. Her lips swollen and tainted magenta; small bruises lined her jawline and chin. The most shocking were the purple and blue splotches on her throat. Extending her neck, she noticed they formed a large hand.

"Oh, come on!" Khalia groaned. There was no hiding this one. Her shoulders sagged and she limped into the shower. Hoping for no more surprises she let the water cascade down her body.

"OW! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Jumping from the warm water Khalia gritted her teeth harshly. Looking down a stabbing pain arose, and a frustrated moan escaped her. There was a wound on her tattoo. Upon closer inspection she saw multiple holes with crusted blood around them. The blood loosened pressure and ran down her legs. Studying further the gnarly site of it made her skin crawl.