Teach Me How to Love

Bleeding Love

Chris rolled out of bed, rolling his eyes as a persistent knock sounded on his door. Pulling on a pair of sweats he padded to the door. He flung it open, about to give whoever it was hell, but the pitiful sight before him made him stop. 

Yelena stood in the empty hall, fidgeting with the sleeve of her hoodie nervously. Her hair was lightly mussed and her vivid green eyes were red and puffy as if she had been recently crying.

He leaned in the door frame, folding his arms across his chest "Care to explain why your here?" he sneered. 

Her eyes turned downward "Can I come in?" she asked softly.

He sighed and moved aside "I guess"

He shut the door then turned to her, watching her fidget "What do you want?" he barked, as if he didn't already know the answer. 

She had been calling him nonstop for the past week, leaving him sappy apologetic messages, filled with tears and pathetic begging and he had deleted every single one after the third day, not being bothered to reply. It served her right. She deserved the torture of silence from his end. After the whole closet fiasco, she had the nerve to sick her guard dog on him. He had been in such a sour mood after, that he had managed to get himself suspended for thirty days while they were doing an overseas tour in Brazil. Thank god he hadn't been arrested that night

"I wanted to apologize for last week." she said finally

He laughed bitterly at her

"I didn't mean to offend you or disrespect you. Randy and I are just friends and I'm not sleeping with him, I swear" she said hurriedly when she noticed he was shaking his head at her "Please Chris" she pleaded, crossing the room to him. She reached out and placed her hands on his chest, but he knocked them away. 

Tears stung her eyes at his rejection, making her heart ache. If only she could explain how she felt about him. After being ignored and crying for days, she had done some long hard thinking. She just wished he would listen

Chris, on the other hand, was not buying her sob story. "Give me one good reason why I should forgive you"

"Because I... I... love you and-"

"You love me?" he snorted, cutting her off. She nodded. "If you loved me, you wouldn't be letting Randy put his hands on you like a fucking whore. I don't think you understand the rules anymore. You see, you've forgotten your place. I don't think you know how lucky you are. Women would kill to be with me, but I choose to deal with you. God know's why." he laughed grimly "You've only proved to be a useless slut." he said, watching her eyes fill with tear as her head bowed. 

He lifted her chin back up roughly to meet his eye with a sickly sweet smile "But I keep you around because you just so happen to be a good lay. So as far as I'm concerned, you're mine until I'm done with you." His arms snaked around her waist, crushing her body to his. He placed soft kiss on her neck as his hand explored upward, landing on the curve of her breast "You claim that you love me?" he whispered into her ear nipping at the soft flesh of her neck.

Her body responded by trembling slightly as she nodded without a second thought. Her fingers found their way to his hair as she tried to pull him closer, clinging to him, but he drew back

"Prove it" he stated

"Huh?" she asked, confused

"Prove to me how much you love me." he elaborated

He smirked down at her. She would do anything he asked her to do. If he told her to jump off the nearest bridge, she would do it without hesitation. If he told her to carve his name into her flesh with a blunt knife, she would bleed to death doing so because she foolishly loved him

"What do you want me to do?" she asked eagerly

"Beg" he said simply

"Excuse me?" she asked. She'd clearly hadn't heard him correctly

"You heard me. Beg. I want you to get on your knees and beg me to take you back" he said with a smirk. This was just too easy

"Chris, I'm not going to-"

"Fine. Then get out" he said simply

"What, no-" she objected

"You clearly don't want to be with me as bad as you claim, so you can leave" he said, opening the door for her

"No wait. Chris please-" she begged. A series of emotions ran across her face before she sank to her knees in front of him.

"I'm so sorry." she cried, gripping the front of his pants "Forgive me"

He couldn't believe she was really doing it. He placed a hand on her hair, pulling it so she was gazing up at him "Don't you ever let that happen again" he growled. She nodded and he pulled her to her feet and kissed her fiercely and she returned his kiss with the same aggression. Picking her up, he carried her into his bedroom. It was time to remind her who was in charge.