Haven And Chaos

37) Who fucked you?

It was dark by the time I was driven back home. After escorting me to the car, Nikolai had vanished. But I was glad that he wasn't hurt, though the feeling haunting my soul didn't go away. I felt like I was cursed to get into horrible accidents and watch others die.
A horrible fate.

Nobody in the house was aware that I had been involved in that 'terrorist attack' as the media had called it except for one person... Lisa.
She must have been informed by Gale's men under Gale's instructions so she could take care of me.
Even though Gale and I were now like the heaven and the earth, this little act of his was touching.

Lisa had to bathe me herself for I was still in a trance after all that had happened.
And when my mind finally settled its demons, I felt myself sucked into the dream world.

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I suddenly felt like I was floating.
No, this was not a dream. I was indeed lighter. Why?!
My closed eyes cracked open just slightly, and, I was in the arms of someone. His scent infiltrated my nostrils. A freshness that could only be obtained after a bath and some soothing oil.
I could pick up the traces of Gale's body wash from the calming scents on his body, yet they did the opposite of calming me.

Where was he taking m-
Oh, his bedroom.

The outs of my stomach suddenly turned icy as the bed came into my sight from the corner of my eye.
I heard his heartbeats, normal and collected. They assured me that he did not mean any harm or possess any kind of anger. He just wanted me to keep him company through the night as usual.

Gently, Gale set down my body and then stood straight with a relieved sigh.
My eyes had already been closed again to feign sleep.
I was curious what he'd do next.
Scold me?
Slap me awake?
Spank me?
Yell at me?
Throw water at me?

Every ugly scenario ran through my head, all frightening. But, what he did in reality was by far...scary.

The space by my hip sunk as he sat on the bed. Without wasting even a damn second, Gale's hands began pulling the straps of the top I had on down my shoulders.
'This cannot be happening. Has he brought me here to...fuck me?'
Dread descended on me and stabbed every inch of my heart, making it sound like the heavy war drums.

He suddenly stopped and then sighed sounding relieved. My straps were readjusted saving me from the maddening nervousness stinging and scorching my insides.
I felt Gale rising, causing me to celebrate on the inside. Getting rid of those hickeys had been a good thing. If Gale had spotted them, then his suspicions would be confirmed and-

He sat back down before growing still for a few seconds.

My curiosity screamed at me to peek at what he was doing. But that would have only given me away. So instead, I chose to remain as calm as possible even as a large hand made its way under my top, pushing it up as it went.

His palm grazed my numb nipple, instantly popping it back to life.
'Gawd no!' I cried in my head, embarrassed by my reaction, but masked it by faking a slight stir. Gale's hand froze immediately.

I threw in an incoherent mumble before trying to roll over, stopping any further inspection. But my action had my other tit end up pressed on Gale's palm.
'Fuck! What am I doing?' I scolded myself rolling again to my previous position and facing the ceiling.

I prayed. Prayed so hard to whoever was listening that Gale would not notice the insane drumming of my heart lest he realized that I wasn't asleep at all.
And heaven bless me, he didn't feel my heartbeat for his hand was now directly pulling the hem of the top up my tits without any hesitation.

Knowing his sober gaze was busy devouring my naked boobs, my body let out a humiliating reaction. Both my nipples stiffened. It wasn't even cold dammit!

Silence.
Stillness.

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GALE'S POV
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Laying eyes on the erect nipples instantly brought back the images I was trying so hard to forget. I had sucked and bit them the other night. The feeling of running my tongue around and on them was still in my system. And these purplish bite marks were enough proof of what I had done.

I looked away, leaving her bare chest out.

"Fuck!" I groaned running my fingers through my hair and even tugging it to remind myself that this was true.

I, Gale Grayson, second archduke of Alabama, Maya's best friend's dad, had fucked her. Not once, not twice. I had gone on and on, enjoying the tight warmth her pussy was offering my cock.

Shit! I had cum in her at least three or four times before my nuts grew exhausted.
How? Why?
She hadn't said a fucking word about that night. Had she even taken any pills? Why was she in my room that day? Why had she let me fuck her? Why had she cummed with my cock ramming inside her?

'She's a slut!' I came to a solid conclusion and darted her a sour scowl.
Was her plan to...

As these thoughts crossed my head, I lost control over the anger building up in my chest. As if it hadn't been enough that she had killed my daughter, she was now trying to...get pregnant?!

I snapped and before I could get a grasp of my rage levels, my hand gripped Maya by her throat and squeezed hard.
"Wake up you little whore!" I roared with my whole body shaking from the virgin wrath flooding me.

Her eyes popped open while her frail hands came to scratch and get rid of mine. "'et g-g..." She choked fighting for her life.

I hauled her to a sitting position while learning in to meet her face. "Did you take any emergency pills?" I demanded.

Her choking noise pulled me from my world which was corrupted by fury beyond measure and slowly brought me back to reality. I lessened the pressure I was applying on her throat and she immediately started coughing, tears coming out of her eyes accompanied by her sniffles.

"Why?" I hissed, refusing to take pity on someone as cunning as herself.

She shook her head, her lips moving but without any sound.

"Did you think that sleeping with me will give you a way ou-"

"‘nt sleep with you!" Maya yelled out, looking like it had taken all the strength in her. Her eyes were still wet and her face was a shade of pink from my attack. The veins that had emerged under her skin were starting to disappear as her brain received proper oxygen.

I scoffed.
"I remember it all. Stop deny-"

"Nikolai! I slept with Nikolai!" She screamed and hit my hand off her neck, catching me unaware.

"Nikolai?" I frowned and my eyes dropped on her boobs. The teeth imprints appeared similar to mine, but was it possible that they weren't mine? After all, Maya and I hadn't been on the same page ever since Cindy died. And yet, I couldn't shake off the feeling of my dream being real.

Was she lying?
Was she telling the truth?

She pulled her top down and hid away her chest along with the marks of ecstasy left on her skin.
"My classmate. He left those. He fucked me-"

A stupid laugh bubbled out of me as everything fell into place. Those marks weren't fresh. Maya hadn't left the house over the weekend, which left only...the previous week.
Was it possible that this Nikolai classmate was responsible? But then again, where had they done it? In a bathroom? A classroom? His car?
Just thinking about another man biting her skin made my blood boil for reasons I couldn't explain.

It was a relief knowing that I wasn't the one who had fucked her, but enraged that she was still having fun with other men while she was supposed to be...mine.

Mine to punish.