So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 21 •

Okay guys, the part after this in italics is definitely triggering. Just read with caution because it is really emotional.

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"No! Don't touch me, you son of a bitch!" I scream.

I twist and thrash as he unzips his trousers in the empty room, the sound echoing off of the cracked walls. His one arm is laid across my thighs, keeping my legs in place. He laughs but I don't dare look at him in fear of what I'm going to see.

A torn sob leaves my mouth. I feel his hands touch my hips, his fingers making me feel sick with every touch across my skin.

"Oh, I'm going to be doing more than I just did. Don't worry, it might even be pleasurable."

He tugs on the last piece of clothing covering my lower half and throws it on to the floor. I let out a scream but he cuts it short when he places his hands on bare stomach. I take my bottom lip between my teeth to stop my cries. He leans in, a malicious smile on his lips and a glint in his blue eyes, and puts his lips on mine.

I close my lips tightly and screw my eyes shut, refusing any type of access. I feel the hotness of his breath move from my lips down to my neck as he places wet, sloppy kisses along it. I shiver in disgust and let out a yelp.

I open my eyes and cry, the tears flowing without any sign of stopping, my eyes trained on the lone lightbulb illuminating the dark place. His kisses move from my neck, down my bare chest, and to my abdomen. I cast my eyes down to see a mop of brown curls and hazel eyes.

"Dimples, stop moving." He growls, his fingers digging into my hips. His swollen lips drag across my skin with every word, my heart wrenching at the sight.

He begins to give me a hickey on the inside of my leg, the sensation making me feel sick to my stomach. Taylor keeps both hands on my waist to hold me down as I try to thrash away from him.

"No! No! You aren't him!" My voice comes out broken and hoarse. Taylor stands, his torso bare, sweat glistening on his chest. I feel the tears spill down my cheeks and onto my chest. "Please, Taylor, don't."

"It's okay, baby. I just want to have fun."

I let out a sob at his words. He leans over me and places his lips on my own. The previous feelings I had for him now dissolves into pure disgust and coldness, his kiss doesn't ignite anything other than anger and fear.

His tongue now repulsed me, and I feel bile rise in my throat as he forces his way. I bite his lip, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth, and scramble as far backwards as I can to get away.

He licks his lips, taking the blood away with one swipe of his tongue, his hands travelling to my thighs. His fingers grip harshly on to my legs, yellow imprints surrounding his fingertips. He places a kiss on my jaw, the action rough.

"Taylor," I whisper, my tone broken. I curse myself for letting myself soften. "This isn't right. Please, I don't want this."

I struggle under him as he kisses my collarbone, his teeth grazing along my skin. Goosebumps rise on my arms, but not in pleasure - this time, in fear. He sucks my neck and I cry out, my nails scratching his back as I try to get him off of me.

"Come on, baby. Don't be so stubborn, I know you want me."

Taylor moves his body between my legs, and I feel bare skin. He, too, is naked. He tightens his grip on my legs and I yelp, meanwhile, Taylor just smiles against my chest.