Jumping off the counter, I try to redeem myself. I go back to my room , taking a shower. Closing the shower door, I open the shower head and the water cascades gently down my body, cooling my burning ass in the process. My guilty conscience felt no security. I was hurting her and she had no clue about it. Every shower of mine is another failed attempt to wash away all my sins. Just as I'm about to squirt the soap on my sponge, the shower opens. A naked Ethan stands at the entrance, drinking in my naked body. I glance down to see his chiseled chest in full view, taking in every detail, each muscle and his toned abs. I glance up at him and I know I've just been caught staring. He steps in, stepping into my direction and reaches for the soap. He motions for me to take it.
"Squirt some on my body please, I'm immobile, feeling a bit sore right now", he says, referring to his hard member.
"Uh, sure", I stutter.
Discharging the liquid in the palms of my hands, I hesitantly begin to trace his broad shoulders, moving teasingly slow to his strong abdomen. I've never noticed how beautiful he actually was. From the freckles that scattered his skin like stars, those dark brown eyes, tempting and haunting me in my mind. The feeling of his soft, tanned skin lingered at my fingertips. Taking my fingers one by one, trail them down to his butt, teasingly squeezing it. Repeating the actions, I begin to bite my lip, trying to stop the moans from coming out. Going down his tall, muscular body, with muscles curving in toned shapes, I was awestruck by the size of his rather large member. Fuck. I hear his breath quicken as my temptation to touch him there, caress his beast increased. I pulled away, hurting myself in the process but knowing it was for my own good. Standing up straight, my heartbeat races and I'm panting. Why am I like this? He isn't mine and here I am, looking and feeling like a mess.
Stopping my actions, the sexual tension in the room begins to stifle me. Unexpectedly, he pounces on me, pushing me against the wall, caressing my curves with his hands, pinning me with using a his hips. Using his hand, he yanks my hair and making me look at him as he harasses my my mouth with his. Moaning in his mouth, he takes control and dominates me , exploring my mouth like an expert. How could something so bad for me, feel so good ? I feel his hard erection hit my stomach and my guilty conscience kicks in. Simultaneously, I hop off of him, grabbing a towel. Running into my room, I lock the doors and walk towards my drawer, grabbing the razor.
"Open the f*cking door, I know what you're doing in there", he shouts, banging on the door furiously.
"You know that what we are doing is going to backfire when she finds out. Ethan, I'm not a hoe, this is not what I do", I say , slicing my inner thighs.
"Just go away, please. Leave me the f*ck alone", I say,hot tears streaming down my face. "Just... go back to Aamenah . She deserves better than this."
My phone lights up and it's a message from her. It read:
"Are you f*cking Ethan, yes or no!?, don't you dare lie to me, you cocksucking, pussy popping hoe"
Throwing the phone against the wall, I slide down on the door and finish what I started.
Slowly, I carve into my skin, the words indenting my skin. WHORE. SLUT...WORST BEST FRIEND..and worst of all...CHEATER.
As the blood drips down my thighs, staining the carpet beneath me, my eyes begin to droop and my only best friend, Darkness, consumes me once again, leading me to my happy place.
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