One Time Thing...

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Warning: Mature Reading onward, sexual context, an vulgar language.
Chapter Playlist: Sing by Ed sheeran, Hallelujah by Rufus wainwright
"Harder." I wince in pain as he continues to take my memories away.
"Ahh." He sighs warmly.
"Peter, Harder." my aggressiveness coming out.
"If I go any harder, I'm going to break my dick."
"I don't care."
He grabs ahold of my hips and moves faster with an imminent force. I scream out in pain as I can no longer see their faces. The faces that still haunt me today.
Peter lets my hips go and I now that he's finished. My breathing hitches and sounds so loud compared to before. God dammit, that was the best fucking I've ever had.
"Thanks." I huff out to Peter.
"Yo-you-you Screamed..." he stutters out.
Okay, maybe he didn't pull out because he was done. I scrunch my eyebrows as I get off his waist and walk towards his door.
"Ya, so?"
My hand hits the handle and I shiver at the touch of the cold metal. I feel exhausted!
"Selena...Is it that painful? Is it even worth it?"
"Yes." The sternness erupting from me.
My feet walk out of the room and towards the bathroom next door.
"How?" Peter's voice has demanded something from me since the day met.
"You don't need to know." I escape the conversation by closing the door on him.
My back hits the door and I sigh against it. What the Fuck Peter?!?!
Shaking my head at his concern, I step into the shower and let the therapeutic waters flow down my skin.
"Miss...Miss" Echoes inside me.
"I'm sorry! It should've been me! It's all..all..all"
Their graves staring me plain in the face as the fog gloomy over the white roses.
"Your alone, and it's you-you-your."
"I still remember the way you screamed and whimpered." Kevin's voice booms.
"Is it that painful? You-yo-you screamed." Peter's voice covers up.
Why does he care? He's getting more pleasure than pain. Peter. Crazy man, he probably thinks I'm fucked up or something. Peter fucking me is really messed up though. Even if his chest is beautifully crafted, with his carved abs and thick muscular arms. Then his chiseled defiant jawline, messy dirty blonde hair that stands up on his head. Those brownie eyes that make me just want to focus in on. The pale pink lips that I want to adore me in-
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" I scream in the shower.
Am I thinking about Peter?!?! How the hell did that happen?!?! Did he just distract me with his looks?
"Drop the soap again? You know, you shouldn't drop the soap because-"
"I'm fine, you ass."
"Jeez-us Selena!"
Maybe he shouldn't care about me, and maybe this was a one time thing...thinking about him like I did. One time thing for sure.

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