Uneducated Submission

Raging Waters

** Royalty's P.O.V**

My ass clapped as he thrusted into me,his strokes hitting deep. Grabbing my hair he pulled me up choking me slamming even harder into me.

I gripped the sheets, his strokes sending me absolutely wild.

I needed this.

He was rough and that was what I needed. His thrusts slowed down only to speed up as he forcefully slammed himself into me making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

I didn't know who he was and he didn't know who I was, all I knew was that he was fucking me senseless and for right now that was all I required.

He flipped me over so that we were in missionary, applying even more pressure.

Was I fucking a serial killer?

I felt myself clenching as he pounded my pussy, my cream dripping down my legs.

I was gonna cum.

As if he sensed this he slowed down his pace, teasing me. I couldnt take that, I didn't want to make love I wanted to be fucked until I couldn't walk anymore.

I felt detached. It was as though wounds that I'd finally got to heal had been teared open and had salt thrown in them.

I thought I was over Zane. I thought I was over the immense guilt. Then Laila comes marching in business that has nothing to do with her. I swear if Nevaeh didn't like her I would have smashed her fucking face in.

She doesnt know anything.

I sit up suddenly stopping Mr. Serial killer fucker mid thrust.

"I'm sorry I cant do this anymore" I said rushing to put on my clothes and leave.

I felt sore. Emotionally and physically. I know he was gonna leave bruises on me but I didnt care about anything anymore.

I was overwhelmed with guilt.

Entering my room I looked at the broken case, picking the ring up and slipping it on my finger.

One by one tears started to fall. I was so over crying for Zane. For my mistakes. But I couldn't let go. I couldn't.

If only I could rewind time.

If only I could show Zane that I was sorry.

I plopped on my bed. It was only 9 pm and here I was moping around instead of getting fucked or enjoying my life.

I wish Neveah was here. She would've kicked me off my ass and made me feel so much better. But she had her own demons to fight right now.

I sighed. Sitting up. I wasn't going to be dependent on anyone and I didn't care what anyone thought of me. I was going to do what it takes to make me happy.

Grabbing my phone I texted my friend asking her if she wanted to go clubbing, to which she instantly answered positively.

It was time to go have some fun.

**Zane's P.O.V **

I had felt slightly happier than I have over the past 2 months. Finally telling Laila about my past brought some type of closure however I could tell it left her unsure.

She was constantly fighting with herself and I saw the way she looked at Neveah  yesterday. I know she didnt retire to her room after that. I know she visited Neveah. What I didn't know was why she had a bruise on her face. Did they get into a fight?

"Are you gonna go see her?", Jaxon asked.

I sighed. If she wanted to talk she would have came to me right? I should probably go to her. I knew Laila she would lay in her room and cry until she felt better because she didn't want to bring up their names around me. She thought I hadn't realized her obvious feelings for them.