Bonnie & Clyde

11. A Cruel Joke

Destiny's P.O.V.

Right before Marshall leaves to do that job for Dre, the morning of, he barely speaks to me.

He won't so much as look at me, I know he's probably angry with me for how I reacted last night when he asked me if I loved him, and I couldn't bring myself to reply.

And I mean... I don't really know why I didn't say anything back to him, because I do love him.

But it's kind of scary, I guess. Marshall scares me sometimes, and I'm scared that I'm already in love with him.

But he can be kind of exciting too, you know, like how crazy he is, it's kind of hot.

Since he would hardly speak to me, I don't talk to him neither though. I'm stubborn like that. I chase after no man.

I go into the bathroom, brush my teeth and then jump in the shower.

I wash my hair and just as I'm rinsing the condition out of my hair, the curtain gets pushed to the side and Marshall walks on. Casually. Still not saying anything to me. He just looks at me.

Standing under the stream of hot water, I start to feel my heart beating rapidly. Because even if he doesn't say anything, it's all in his fucking crazy ass eyes, and I can tell that he only wants one thing from me right now.

I think to myself that I should refuse to give it to him though. Just to be petty. After all, I'm still so angry with him for ignoring me all morning. I don't know what his deal is.

So, I attempt to move right past him, but Marshall has other plans. He grabs my elbow, then around my waist, backing me up against the shower wall. He still doesn't say shit to me though and his face is emotionless.

"Fuck you, Marshall!!" I let out angrily. "Just who do you think you are?!"

Still no answer.

He just grabs one of my legs and wraps it around his waist.

"No, fuck no!!" I start to protest half-heartedly, the truth is that his actions, as mean as he is being, are already sending an electric reaction straight to my core. It's like a little heartbeat down there or something. I can't help it, and I can't stop the feeling.

But I could at least try.

"We are not doing this, Marshall!!" I say as firmly as I can.

"But we are," he replies with zero emotion in his voice. He sounds so dark and detached. And it's also the first time this morning that he's even said shit to me.

"You are fucking crazy!!" I reply back, attempting to push him off me. He grabs my arms quickly and locks them over my head. "Asshole!!" I let out a small whine. I fucking hate that he has so much control over me. But I also kind of love it.

I start to say something else, but Marshall quickly grabs my jaw with one hand, while his other hand is still holding my wrists pinned to the wall. He pulls my face to his and covers his mouth with mine, stopping whatever else I had to say to him. He pushes me back against the wall and I feel his extremely hard manhood pressing against the inside of my thigh. I feel my breathing intensify, start to go like a mile a minute as he slips his tongue in my mouth. He lets go of my wrists and cups my face in between the palms of his hands, kissing me deeper.

I know what he wants. He just wants me to tell him I love him, but I still can't, for whatever reason.

I bite his lower lip in frustration, more so at myself than him to be honest, and Marshall pulls back slightly, staring at me.

"Are you really telling me that you don't want this?" He asks me.

"Of course, I want it," I reply back, watching him lick his lips and smirk, but he still looks so sad. I wish I could take him into my arms and comfort him.