3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

27. Backstabber

Robyn's P.O.V.

Marshall and I are both pretty much confined to our room upstairs after that.

All of the Slim Shady clones are patiently awaiting for their God to come back, in the meantime, we've got no freedom to leave.

I am upset by this, and I feel panicked and trapped. I can tell that Marshall is too, but we are here for each other.

Marshall tells me that Shady has been staying quiet in his head so far. Which doesn't mean that he isn't still somewhere watching us. Causing me to have the weirdest wet dream one night.

"Oh my God, Marshall!!" I exclaim, my legs shaking violently as I am being brought to my climax by my boyfriend's deep strokes inside of me. My pussy clamps on his dick just as my legs lock around his waist.

"I love you, baby," he kisses my lips softly, reaching his own high.

Marshall closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine.

When he opens them again, they are not baby blue anymore.

No. His eyes are pitch black now, like two bottomless pits.

Still coming down from the aftershocks of my orgasm, my own eyes widen as they stare into Shady's. Caught right in the act of enjoying it with Marshall.

This can't be good. Not for me, anyway.

"Had fun, slut?" Shady asks me coldly, grabbing my jaw.

I say nothing as I look away from him.

His grip on me tightens.

"ANSWER ME!!" He barks.

I force my eyes back on his again.

"Shady, please. It's not..."

"Not what it looks like, huh, bitch?!"

Shady grabs my legs and places them roughly over his shoulders, pushing his length into me and immediately gaining his rhythm, fucking me hard.

He grabs my throat and squeezes harshly.

"Bet Marshall won't fuck you like this, would he?! WOULD HE, BITCH?!"

"Noooo, it's only you, Shady!!"

Damn... I really am a flip-flopping ass bitch, but honestly? Can any of y'all blame me?

Shady continues to thrust into me roughly, bringing me to my climax in no time. I scream and I cry in pleasure while I claw at his back.

He slaps my face, then brings it close to his, kissing me passionately.

When he pulls away for air, his eyes are blue again.

"What the hell..." I whisper as my head is literally spinning at this point.

"It's okay, Robyn. You know that I love you, baby," Marshall says and then pushes me back on the bed gently. He kisses down my neck, while his hands massage my boobs. He squeezes them, but not too hard, then makes his way down. His fingers start playing in my pussy and he kisses and sucks all over my breasts, his mouth trailing down, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my stomach.

He kisses my center, then pauses and looks up at me.

"I'm the one though, ain't I, Robyn?" He asks tentatively, and I could honestly get lost in the purity of his huge baby blues.