Cold Hearted

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                         ~Ida's POV~
      "You slept with her?" I ask, trying to keep my eyes from watering. That night I knew there had been something between then, but he convinced he wouldn't ever do anything her. He picked the perfect person to get to me.
    "Yeah," he says. "Just a small walk down memory lane." His words hurt, but I don't want that to be obvious. He has to know the control he has over my feelings, so what he's doing is no question to him. He knows he's hurting me and that's his intention, to hurt me like I did him.
     "Y-you wouldn't do that," I say mostly to myself. He scoffs, smirking down at me. I'm not sure if it's the fact that he killed someone less than thirty minutes ago or the blood on his shirt, but he's intimidating the heck out of me.
    "Why wouldn't I? You and I are on a break because you fucked up first. All I did, was make it even," he tells me.  "She sure is a good time. The things she can do with-"
   "Stop," I say. "I kissed Zeke, you had sex with her. That's different. I stopped the kiss, you clearly let what's happened go on. What you did is worse." I hate that my voice is cracking and I can't stop it. "Is this just what we'll be like? Hurting each other?"
    "What? N-no," he says, his body falling limp likes somethings defeated him.
     "Please leave," I say, managing to keep my voice from shaking. As if the guilt of what I did to him wasn't enough, now I'm incredibly embarrassed. The one time I put myself out there, the second time actually, and he turns me down and admits to sleeping with someone else.
     "I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I-"
    "Stop," I tell him, my eyes narrowing. "Don't apologize. I deserve this and probably more. Don't be nice to me." He takes a deep breath, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
    "So what? I'm supposed to be an asshole?" I shrug. All I know if he's not supposed to be nice. "We both know I can't treat you like that. I just tried being an asshole and I apologized. So, sorry I can't treat you like shit. Plus, I don't need my momma haunting my ass because of something."
     I can't help but giggle. He was always a mommas boy. I can't imagine what it's like to loose someone you're that close to.
   "Did you really sleep with her?" I ask, scared for the answer but needing to know. The thought of him touching her or the other way around makes my skin crawl.
    His fingertips skin my arm as he moves to take my hand, pulling close. My chest presses against his. For some reason I'm freezing, his his body heat fixes that problem quickly.
     "No, I-We almost did, but I couldn't do it. Hell, I couldn't even get hard." That makes me feel a lot better. "You've made me had a kink for innocence and she definitely doesn't have that." A sly grin forms on my face.
    "Innocence, huh?" I ask. He nods, hands finding their place on my waist."I think you've corrupted my innocence...literally."
    "No, it's still there. But it comes in different ways now. Like how'll you blush when I say I'm gonna spank your ass so hard that it's gonna be the brightest shade of red you've ever fucking seen."
    "What?" I ask shakily. Licking his lips he sits down on my bed, eyeing me like I'm a piece of meat. "Are you just gonna stare or...?"
    "Take your clothes off." I stare at him blankly, too shocked to move. He's always vocal, especially when it comes to sex, but never demanding. Well, sometimes, but...I can't think straight. "I'm waiting."
     Hesitantly, I unzip the leather skirt Eliza forced me into into, letting it fall to my feet. His eyes land in my legs, giving me time to strip from my shirt while he's not looking. Pressing his lips together to try and keep a smile at bay, he gestures me over.
      Sitting down in his lap, I try to avoid the constant of his bloody shirt. "You're mine," he yells me. "Not Zeke's, or anyone else's, just mine." I nod, keeping my eyes locked on his. We haven't been this close at all in two weeks, it feels good to have him close again.
    "Are you gonna get undressed too or just me?" Not that I have a problem with showing myself him, but I would like a nice view too. Chuckling, he reaches down to the hem of the "wifebeater" and whips it off in one clean movement.
     Admiring him, I quickly notice the stitches from one of the bullet wounds. "Santi, did you know that happened?" I ask, my fingers skimming around the area but not making exact contact. He looks down at it, shaking his head.
    "Must have happened tonight; probably just moved weird and it ripped. I'll get it checked tomorrow," he tells me. I sigh, thankful he wasn't ignoring it. It's only because the feeling he's giving me that I'm not forcing him to get it fixed now. His warm lips press against the smooth skin of my shoulder, fingers brushing against my side with a feather like touch.
     My breath hitches at the contact. He sucks and nips at the skin on my necks pulling me closer to him. Unconsciously, I start grinding against his leg, needing some sort of friction to satisfy the ache between my legs.
     "T-that feels good," I say, throwing my head back to give him better access. My fingers run though his hair, smiling to myself.
    "I want you to lay down," he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against the lobe. Nodding, he lets me go, gently moving me to the side so he can stand. My eyes trail down his bare upper body. Scooting up the bed, I lay down, trying to get comfortable despite the anticipation of what's to come. "Tell me how you feel."  
    "What?" I ask, genuinely confused.
    "Tell me how you feel and what you want to do about it." I know exactly what it is he wants, but he's right, my innocence it's completely gone. The thought of telling him what I want him to do to me makes my heart feel like it's gonna burst out of my chest.
    "I-I can't do that," I say, bringing my knees to my chest. Making his way over, he grabs my ankles to straighten my legs out again, but spreading them while they're in his grasp.
    "Nothing's gonna happen until you do." I wish I could be stubborn and not care, but I do; I really do. "There's nothing to be embarrassed of. I'm sure that if I were to touch you right now I could figure out just how you're feeling with my fingers."
     I swallow down the lump in my throat, taking a deep breath. "I'm-I really want you right now. Anything I said is just gonna embarrass me." He gets on the bed and leans over me.
   "What is it that you want me to do then?" His stare is intense, hand running up and down my leg. I shiver, shifting my body to try and look calm.
   "Touch me...t-there," I tell him. "How you usually do and whisper those...things you do you when you touch me." Taking my hand, he places it on my lower stomach.
    "Show me how you want me to touch you." Maybe it's because of the lust and need for him, but I don't hesitate to fulfill his duty request. I've never touched myself, always thought the action of self pleasure was wrong. As soon as my thin fingers make contact with my core, I try and imagine it's him and not me.
   "Does that feel good?" He asks. I nod, biting my lip. "What are you thinking of?"
   "You," I moan, my back arching. "That it's you touching me. It feels so good." I gasp at him kissing my chest, his tongue grazing my cleavage and top of my breasts.
      "I want to see you make yourself cum," he says, words muffled. My moans start to sound more like whining. "Scream my name while you do." My tenses and I remove my hand. He cocks a brow.
    "Please, it's not the same," I beg, looking into his eyes. Smiling to himself, he presses his lips against mine just as his hand goes where mine just was. My body returns to its rigid state, legs spreading further.
     "You got yourself wet," he says. "And you want me to make you cum?" He inserts one his calloused digests inside me. My hands grip my sheets, cursing his name under my breath.
    "I'm close. Please." Inserting another, he quickens the pace, keeping intense eye contact with me. "Santi!" I call out as I finally reach my orgasm. He doesn't remove his fingers until I'm completely done.
     "Was that good enough?" Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him to me. "You should sleep." My eyes search his.
    "You want me to...you know...return the favor?" Chuckles, he shakes his head, kissing my forehead.
    "I'm too tired," he says. "You can pay me back later."

AN: A more calm character because of all that's been happening. I really hope you enjoyed!
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