The heartbeats

Chapter 5

>Abbie:

I can't fall asleep. I don't know how many hours it lasts. I miss them. I fucking miss my parents. I start crying silently. I'm used to letting off steam while dancing but it's been a while since I put my feet in a dance studio. I miss dance too. I place my hand on my mouth to prevent noises from coming out of me. I don't want to attract the attention of my friends even if I don't know if they came back from the party. My breathing accelerates with the beats of my heart. Tears run down my cheeks one after the other. I want to scream. I want to scream with all my strength. I want to shout that I'm in pain, that I'm extremely in pain. Dawn is rising and I haven't slept all night. I have a terrible headache.

I go down to the kitchen, Ian drinks his coffee quietly, sitting next to the counter looking at the terrace.
"Hello" I proclaim.
He gets up quickly, suddenly removes the cup from his hand, grabs my face by both hands and his thumbs caress my eyes,
"What's going on? And who hurt you last night?" He asks me while making me sit next to him.
"Nothing, I just slept badly" I answer coldly ignoring the second question.
"My little butterfly, your eyes are red and swollen so either you cried all night or you rubbed them a little too much".
Why does he care?
"How does it concern you?"
He looks at me surprised, "You cried, right?"
I exhale while making a nod. I get up to prepare a few things to eat but he grabs me by the wrist, pulls me towards him. His hands on my hips, he carries me and places me on the counter. His hands pass from my hips to my thighs. Ian is one centimeter from my mouth.
"What are you doing?" I mumble.
"They are coming", I don't have time to understand that the rest of the group are entering the kitchen. "He, oh, not early in the morning" shouts Ethan with a sleeping voice, tapping his thighs by both hands. "It's 12 o'clock, Ethan," I told him, laughing a little laugh.
Christian and Jane roll their eyes and then sit around the table. I get off the counter but Ian doesn't let me pass. I look at him angry with a sympathetic smile,
"do you let me pass my love?" With a mocking tone. A smirk appears on his face, he turns me around, places a hand on my hip and places himself behind me. Ian's breathing is gradually getting closer to my neck,
"I will end up knowing who hurt you last night, butterfly," he whispers in a deep voice, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

I've been in my room with Lili for an hour. I tell the story that Ian and I invented about us. I feel bad to have to lie to her but we promised that we won't tell anyone.
"It's been a while since Ian and I have been attracted to each other but we were already with Jane and Christian so we left our feelings buried. Until we knew about the betrayal of the new couple" she looks at me, she doesn't believe a single word of what I just said.
"I have a lot of questions but this is not the time. I just want to know if you're happy, and if everything is fine."
"Yes, don't worry, everything is fine and I'm more than happy" I'm lying.
Someone knocks on the door, "come in" Lili screams. Ian's head appears leaving his body behind the door "I'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but I need to talk to my girl".
Lili winks at me and she leaves my room, I roll my eyes. I stand in front of my desk.
"You're not going to tell me who hurt you last night?" He locks the door.
"Why do you care, Ian? "
"I would like to know who hurt my pretty little butterfly, again," he closes all the curtains in the room.
"The pain has not disappeared for this gir—human being to hurt me again, Ian."
Abbie can't you pay attention to your words? I don't want to tell him that it's Jane for fear of what he can do in case he cares to do something.
"So she's a girl" he takes a deep breath before continuing,
"who is she? " His hand slides from my chest to my waist, he grabs me and places me on the desk.
He separates my thighs by his two hands so that he can sneak between them. The dress I wear is only a few centimeters from my entrance, exposing my panties.
"Who is this girl?" His slow and dark voice as he whispers in my ear.
Without realizing it and at least for a second, I no longer wear panties. His hand is between my thighs. A finger sneaks into me, which is enough for me to arch my back. I moan.
"Who is this fucking girl?" The tone of his voice gradually decreases.
I try my best to resist the pleasure but a second finger deepens in my pussy. I moan and roll my eyes towards the back of my head while arching my back even more. He knows what the fuck he's doing. I'm one hundred percent sure that he looks at me satisfied with what he makes me feel. He pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy. Every second that passes without me answering his question, he accelerates the movement of his fingers. I will come on his fingers if he continues like this.
"Ian—" I moan.
"Answer the fucking question, Abbie".
I don't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing me coming on his fingers so I give up on one of the most intense orgasm that I could feel. Knowing that he will remove his fingers once I have answered his question, I decide to answer him.
"Jane".
He stops, removes his fingers,
"you took your time to answer, my little butterfly, but at least now I know how to get what I want," he told me before leaving my room, leaving me half naked. I hate him. I hate him so fucking much.

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