Never love you

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Ace's POV

He was continuously laughing at me, making fun of my size. Up until now, I managed to keep my cool, but I finally got pissed. Grabbing his waist, I pulled him onto myself and glared at him.

"Then don't cry when I fuck you tonight with my 'small' one," I said, smirking as I turned off the lights.

"What are you doing?" he asked, already getting turned on. I just smirked and started pulling off my clothes.

"Strip," I whispered in the dark room. He froze for a moment but then did whatever I asked.

"Ahh Ace, fuck, please go slowly... It's huge," he said while I was thrusting in and out. His body was bouncing, and he was just moaning like a bitch.

"You're such a bitch," I commented. He bit my hands angrily, but we continued. I pounded harder, and when I saw him coming all over me, I didn't mind. I just pulled his naked body closer and kept pushing my length in and out without stopping for a second. I had to show him what I was capable of.

"A-Ace, stop now... Ahhh, it's ripping me apart, baby, please," he begged, grabbing my nipples. Finally, with a sigh, I was about to stop when he spoke again.

"But you have a small one," he laughed again, testing my patience. But because he was already looking pale, I left the idea of doing more and fell asleep immediately.

...

When morning came, I felt the sunlight on my face and something heavy on my arms. I opened my eyes and saw him lying on me, sleeping silently. I decided to push him away but didn't. Instead, I kept him on the bed gently because he must have been tired. I stood up, cleaned everything, and after cleaning myself, I sat down on the bed using my laptop when he opened his eyes and suddenly asked me something.

"You don't love me, right?" he asked suddenly, turning around. For a second, I thought about it and realized how he broke my trust, how terrible I felt when I got to know that he just came to get fucking revenge.

"No, I don't. I will never love you. I hate you." I thought he would slap me again, but this time he just snuggled in and rested his head on my arm while I tried to push him away.

"Aren't you angry?" I asked, and he just shook his head.

"No, I'm not. I expected it. You know, I had a boyfriend in my college days. He was exactly like you, not handsome though, but he was like that..."

"What do you mean?" I don't know why, but getting to know he had a boyfriend earlier made me want to scream loudly.

"Actually, he proposed to me and was literally obsessed with me. Everything was so good at first; he was sweet and caring, used to give me flowers. But one day..."

"One day what?"

"One day we slept together, and after that, it became routine. You know, hormones, teenagers, and their moods... It was like daily. He used to call me or pick me up, but then I realized that except for the sleeping part, he wasn't making any effort. Whenever I used to call him, he was busy or out with friends. Sometimes I wanted to break up, but he was the son of our university director and a psycho. I couldn't mess up with him. He straightforwardly told me that if I broke up with him, he would ruin my family.
We weren't that rich or powerful, so I decided to stay with him because, in the end, I thought I loved him. But he literally started abusing me, thrashing me. Even whenever he was angry, he would order me to sleep with him. It was such a horrible experience. Not that he forced me, but it was kind of forcing." He said, and I felt my blood boil.

"I'm like him?" I felt bad when he compared me to him.

"No, you have never hit me, nor have you forced me except for some times, nor do you get angry with me easily. But he was with me just because of my body and face, just like you."

"I'm not. By the way, how did you manage to break up with him?"

"I got STDs... and when he found out, he thrashed me with his bat. But hopefully, after that injury, I never saw him again. He blocked me, and I got out of that toxic relationship. That's why I never let anyone control me. I always control whoever I'm with, and that's how I started hitting people."

"What? You have STDs? Are you okay? I mean, didn't it affect your health? It's very dangerous," I asked, getting worried.

"Worry about yourself. I'm on medication. You must have caught it too since you had sex with me so many times."

"Oh shit! Why didn't you tell me earlier? Anyways, leave it. What happened next? Did that person come back to check if you were okay? What did the doctors say? You'll be fine, right?" I asked, concerned more about him than myself. I wasn't planning to marry anyone and would just seek medication.

"No, he never came back. Then my doctor congratulated me and hugged me."

"What? He hugged you and congratulated you?"

"Yeah because I asked my doctor to make take reports and hopefully taking this risk he did that and I got out of that toxic relationship " he said and i frowned

" That' means you don't have any virus and all?' I asked getting relieved and he nodded

"Hell no! The day when he broke up,you don't know i partied all day long" he said smiling and i just wanted to kill that guy who did that with him

"I-i-i" i just wanted to say something but I voice cracked

"Don't empathize,with me...I agree i have nothing in me to get love... anyways Good night " after telling me that traumatic story he fell asleep leaving me in deep thoughts