That night was filled with moans, screams, groans, grunts, growls, bodies slamming together and hungry kisses.
It all felt right, he felt right, him inside of me felt right.
He made all the pain disappear.
It's like the second he was thrusting into my soaking core, everything disappeared, the pain, the anger, the sadness. It all vanished, like it never existed.
I knew it was wrong, to let him, a murderer, a criminal, to touch me.
The worst part about it was my body yearnd for his touch. I wanted, i want, him so bad......and I hate myself for that, but I can't denie it.
It went on for hours, after hours and into the early morning before neither one of us could physically go on any longer without breaking.
Both of our bodies ache.
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I lay on his chest, one arm around his neck, my hand resting on his shoulder while with my other hand I lightly trace his tattoos with my finger tips.
I pull my hand away as he stirs in his sleep.
His eyes flutter open slowly and he looks down at me.
His electric green hair in his face, his red lipstick smudged around his mouth.
"Morning." I whisper.
He grunts, "My dick hurts."
"My everything hurts." I whisper.
"Good." He mutters closing his eyes.
I go to say something but before the words leave my mouth the bedroom door opens.
"Sir we found her." A tall muscular man say.
His eyes snap open.
"Who?" I whisper.
He ignores me and gets up quickly getting dressed.
"J wh-"
"Shut up!" He snaps.
I shut my mouth and burry myself deeper into the blankets.
"While I'm gone show her, her room." He says before running out the door.
I scrunch my eyebrows together. I look at the man.
"Some privacy?" I snap. "Close the door perv."
With that he shuts it and I fall back asleep.
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When I wake up I'm dressed and in a new bed, a smaller bed. I sit up confused, I get up and walk to the door but when I try to open it, it doesn't budge.
I bang on the door. "J?" I call out. No awnser.
My body still hurts.
I sit back on the bed.
The door opens and in walks J.
I stand up, "Were did you go?"
"That little one, is none of your business." I smirks and lays on the bed.
"Puddin!" I hear a femine voice call out.
I look to him. "Who the hell is here?"
"Adele meet Harley." He smirks.
My face drops and my heart stops for a few seconds. "W-what?" I whisper in disbelief.
"Hiya!"
My head snaps to the door.
"Ohhh she's cute puddin." Harley says walking in a circle around me. "I'm gonna have fun with her."
My eyes narrow. "I don't do girls." I snap.
"Owww, we have a little spit fire." She smirks
J just lays their watching us.
"W-wait if she's here, I get to go home!" I say running to him. "When are you taking me home?"
"Oh your not leaving doll." He chuckles.
"What? Why not!" I shout.
"I suggest you stop yelling before you get yourself hurt kitten." He growls.
"Fuck you! I want to go home!" I scream at him. And then everything goes back to last night, and that makes me not want to leave.
He grabs me by the throat as he stands up. He pulls me close to him, our faces only a few inches away from each other.
"You want to go home, well guess what. This is your home now, and you will except that." He growls.
I start to cry, "please let me go."
He throws me to the grownd and Harley backs into the corner.
"You wants to leave?! After everything I did for you?!" He roars.
He kicks me in the ribs and I gasp in pain as I cry harder.
"After I took care of you!" Punches me in the head.
He punches and kicks several times before Harley pulls him off me.
"Your gonna kill her!"
I roll into a ball, sobbing on the floor.
"C'mon." He says grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the room.
Within minutes I can hear moaning down the hall. I cover my mouth sobbing harder.
I kick my door shut with my foot and cover my ears with my hands to drown out the moans as I sob harder.
