Remnants of Evil

8

I'd only been home for two hours, cuddling up and trying to sleep next to Ari before he had to wake up for his 4 am shift. We'd both been working non-stop, my shift being 2 pm to 2 am, and his 4 am to 2:30 pm. Those two hours we had together were cherished and we just had to hope that maybe we'd get a day off together.

"I'll see you tomorrow love," Ari mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He already had on his black jeans and white button up. I sat up just enough to give him a quick kiss before he left our room. Tomorrow was the rare day that we'd be able to wake up together and do whatever the fuck we wanted.

I heard Ari awkwardly greet someone before the door closed. 'Who the fuck?' I pulled on a pair of spandex shorts, sighing loudly as I made my way towards the voices in the kitchen.

"Who the fuck are you?" Two skeletal brunettes stood in the kitchen, both with a glass of water in hand. The taller of the pair was the first to speak, her voice raspy as if she'd been smoking cigarettes her entire life.

"Scott brought us over."

"Is he asleep of sum'?" They both nodded in response. "Might as well save yourselves some time n' leave now, he'll kick y'all out as soon as he wakes up." They both looked towards me in shock.

Nothing more was said as they went back into Scott's room to grab their shit, ignoring me when the walked past me and slammed the front door. Maybe I'd been a little too bitchy to the girls Scotty's had over, but it's exactly how he'd talk to them, and I was getting tired of how entitled every bitch he brought over was.

I stuck my head into his room, my eyes landing on his tattooed chest. I waited, watching it rise and fall a few times before heading back into my own room.

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Ari's smiling face greeted me as I walked through the door, kissing me quickly then passing me the half smoked blunt. As I inhaled I let my eyes scan him over, his grey sweats that were slightly too big, his red 'Leftover Crack' shirt, his tattooed forearms, finally reaching his beautiful sleep deprived face. A heat spread across my cheeks as I realized he'd also been looking me over.

"You still got your apron on," he chuckled, stopping me as I started to untie it. "Nah baby, leave it on. It's kinda sexy."

"You're just stoned," I replied, blushing harder as he bit his lip, his hands placed on my hips.

"Is there somethin' wrong with thinkin' my girl looks good in her uniform?" His hands went lower, pulling me up against him, groping my ass in the process. He didn't wait for an answer, leaning down to press his lips against mine, my arms going around his neck as he slid his hands down to my mid thigh, lifting me around his waist.

He set me on the counter, pulling away just enough to take a hit of the blunt before putting it out in the ashtray. The smoke danced between our lips as we shotgunned the hit, our eyes locked, the deep hazel color more pronounced when surrounded by the bloodshot whites of his eyes. His lips were back on mine, his hands landing at the small of my back, pulling me to the very edge of the counter. He trailed kisses down my neck, biting as he heard the soft moans leave my throat.

I let my nails trail down his back, finally reaching the hem of his shirt to pull it off. Ari pulled away to get it all the way off, giving me the moment I needed to admire his body, drinking in every soft curve before our lips were on another's once again.

He pulled me off the counter, following me to our room. He barely had the door closed before he had me pushed down onto the bed. He worked quickly to get off my shirt and apron, going a little slower with my jeans. His eyes traced my body, now only dressed in my black bra and grey thong, biting his lower lip.

The heat spread through my body as he climbed on top of me, finding his place between my thighs. Our foreheads were pressed together, our eyes locked, and our breathing heavy. He pulled my hips up, making sure I could feel how hard he was, letting our bodies grind.

"You're so wet already," he purred, one of his hands rubbing me through the thin fabric of my panties. A smirk grew on his face as I blushed. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I belong to you," I whimpered softly as two of his fingers pushed into me.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, daddy."

He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing against my clit. His breath was hot against my neck as he began leaving love bites along my collar bones, making me arch my back, making me thrust against his fingers. The heat was spreading throughout my core, threatening to spill over the edge. Just on the brink as he slid his fingers out, chuckling as I bucked my hips and looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

His sweatpants were removed, and our positions reversed. I straddled his lap, his hands gripping my waist as he pushed me down on his hard cock, the pleasure obvious on his face when he entered me. I put my hands on his chest, trying to keep my moans quiet while I moved myself up and down on his cock, surprised intermittently by his hands gripping tighter on my waist as he fucked up into me.

We flipped again, his lips meeting mine as he thrust into me, lifting my legs up onto his hips, then onto his shoulders. He looked down at me, soft groans leaving his mouth with every stroke. I let a hand slide down to rub myself, my lips parted as my touch sent shocks through me, Ari groaning as he could feel me cumming, the wetness dripping off of me.

His strokes got rougher, loud moans from across the house starting to mix with my quiet ones. Ari ignored it, continuing to fuck me, keeping my legs on his shoulders. His thrusts quickly became more erratic, his orgasm followed by even louder moans from Scott's room.

"Jesus Christ." Ari pulled out of me, standing up and pulling on his sweatpants.

"Daddy, just get back in bed." He ignored me, making his way to the door.

"No, I'm tired of this shit. He's got a new bitch over every fuckin' night," Ari stormed out, leaving me fumbling to quickly pull on my panties and one of his shirts.

He didn't bother knocking, just pushed the door open. I heard the girl gasp, and from where I was standing, I could see her roll off of Scott while attempting to keep her chest covered with the blanket.

"Yo what the fuck?" Scott yelled.

"Get her the fuck out and put on some fucking pants."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do, its my fuckin' house too."

"You can talk like that when you actually pay your fuckin' rent. Get the fuck up."

Scott passed the girl her clothes, pulling on a pair of basketball shorts before standing. I saw Ari's eyes widen and followed his gaze to Scott's exposed forearm. His mouth dropped open as he tried to take in what he was seeing, the darkened veins spread like spider webs, barely disguised by all the tattoos.

Ari's jaw clenched before he lunged forward, pushing Scott to the ground, wrapping his hands around his throat.

The girl slipped past me as I ran towards them, tears welling in the corners of my eyes as I tried to pull him off of Scott. He didn't loosen his grip, even as Scott clawed at his hands.

"Get off of him!" I yelled, my voice breaking and the tears spilling over. Ari raised his eyes to look at me, releasing his grip once he saw me crying. The anger hadn't left him yet, his cheeks still hot red.

"Fuckin' bitch," Ari spat out, getting up from his place on top of Scott. "If you wanna keep bein' a useless junkie you can fuckin' leave."

Ari pushed past me, leaving me there to help Scott up. He pulled me into a hug, wiping my tears away with his thumb, comforting me even though he'd been the one getting choked.

"You don't gotta leave."

"I know Kal, but I ain't wanna deal with him."

I nodded in response. I sat on the end of his bed, watching him shove shit in his backpack in silence.