It's Called Revenge

You're Not Him

A year ago

Cindy's Point of View

"Give me one thing," I stared up at the sky, "One thing that no one else could ever give me. And I will love you forever."

I could see Saturn from my spot on Tyler's mustang, on the hood of it. It was daylight out, meaning each of my senses were heightened due to the energy of the sun.

He laughed, a low sound rumbling through his chest. His fingers continued brushing through my hair.

"You already love me forever," He mumbled.

"I know," I said as I turned over to face him, "But if you could give me one thing in the world no one else could, I would love you for forever. Even after forever."

I smiled cheekily at him, causing him to laugh.

"Then I will," He said softly.

I placed my chin on his chest, staring up at him curiously as he stared at the sky.

"Why are you staring at me like that again?" He asked, glancing at me out of the corner of his grey eyes.

"Just thinking," I said, my fingers trailing around the muscles on his chest.

"About?" He pressed.

"How much I love you," I answered honestly, "How much you mean to me. What life would be like without you. And what your going to give me."

"What about the world?" He asked thoughtfully.

I shook my head.

"Too cheesy romantic," I said.

"The fate of the world?"

"Same thing," I poked his chest.

"A life with me?" He smirked at me.

"Like you said," I smiled, "I already have that."

"Touché my wonderful girlfriend, touché," He winked at me, causing me to giggle.

It was silent for a while as we though.

"I want a daughter," I mumbled, "A daughter with your eyes, and I'll be happy."

"Your wish is my command," He smiled widely as he switched our positions. So now, he was on top of me, pinning me to the hood of his car as he hovered above me.

"But I can't have any kids," I mumbled as he kissed my collarbone, "Because of that accident five years ago."

"That doesn't mean that we can't try," He mumbled against my skin.

I didn't respond.

He sighed, bringing his face to level with mine.

"We're going to be able to have a daughter, Cindy," He assured, "Even if it means trying eighty years. I'll do anything I can to get you our daughter."

I smiled up at him, causing him to smile back and lean down, pressing his lips to mine softly.

"I want to wait a few years though," I mumbled as his lips trailed down my jaw, "I want to wait until we're married to have sex."

I had brought this up numerous times, but he just blew it off every time.

Now he didn't have a choice.

"Why do we have to wait so long?" He asked in frustration, pouting at me.

"Maybe," I began, "If you'd open up more about yourself, then I'd make it earlier."

He groaned, his lips going back to kissing down my neck. I tried to ignore the sensations running through my body. He was just trying to seduce me.

'You know, there is such thing as oral sex,' The Sun Goddess said in her soft voice.

I blushed a deep crimson.

'She knows that,' My wolf snapped, 'Who doesn't know what oral sex is?'

'Uh, you don't,' The Sun Goddess responded.

My wolf huffed and disappeared into the back of my mind, along with the Sun Goddess.

I focused on Tyler and how his lips worked wonders on my skin.

"Tyler," I moaned lowly.

I needed him to stop.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, biting down softly on my skin.

"You need to stop," I said, going to push him away, but his lips traveled lower to the swell of my breasts.

I only wore a bikini, considering we were just heading towards the palace pool until we decided to stare at the sky for a while.

No one was home on days like these, normally out on business trips and such. So Tyler and I had the palace to us for the time being.

"We both know you don't want me to stop," He growled lustfully, "I've waited two years. I'm not waiting any longer."

I could barely pay attention to his voice as he pulled my bikini top down, causing my breasts to fall out.

I moaned as he took my breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple and causing pleasure to course through my body.

I wouldn't say I was bad looking. I had curves in some areas, but I was thin. My breasts were a nice size, bigger than average though, and I looked like my mom in most senses.

He pinched my other nipple, giving it as much attention as he gave the one in his mouth.

I wanted to tell him to stop, that this wasn't right, but I couldn't find my voice.

I moaned as he switched sides, doing the same thing to opposite sides of my chest.

And his lips were on mine then, rough and passionate, begging.

He gradually began touching me, and I quickly drew the line.

"Tyler," I mumbled against his lips, trying to push him away.

He didn't listen, just pressed his lips harder into mine.

I whimpered, feeling a bruise forming on my lips.

I planted my hands on his chest, only to have him pin them above my head.

His lips latched onto my chest again, a hand at my core and a hand holding my arms above my head.

"Please stop," I whimpered.

I squirmed beneath his hold, but he was too strong.

"Your gonna enjoy this," He said as he began prying away my clothes.

"Let me go," I begged, "Please."

I heard the zipper to his shorts being undone.

My eyes widened and I began screaming for help.

His hand clamped over my mouth, anger filling his gaze.

I bit his hand.

"This is rape," I said, tears streaming down my face before he placed his hand on either side of my face.

"It's not rape if you enjoy it," He smiled cruelly at me.

This is not the guy I fell in love with.

"And as long as I get to hear you scream my name, I'll be happy."