He Bought Me

6.

I pace in the large room that seems to be shrinking. Minutes tick by as hours. Where is he? Why did I do that? How mad is he? Why ask Will to take me back to the room? Why didn't he just do it? Maybe he's too angry but he didn't seem like it at the end. I flop on the bed and claw at my knees.

Another twenty minutes slowly ticked by before the door opens and Boris steps. I don't know if I should feel scared or happy. He looks nervous as he shuts the door. I gasp when I see blood on his hand.

I jump up, "What happened?" I grab his arm and exam his hand. Both hands.

"You..." his voice is cold, "You were with Alex?"

I look up at him, "Did you hurt him?"

He looks down and I step back, "Why? What did he do?" he doesn't answer. I don't want to be anywhere near him. "Why?" I hear myself ask again, this time in a whisper.

"Because...he was with you"

"Why should that fucking matter?! You-" I stop when I realize I just answered my own question. It does matter, to him. Alex is around my age, he's handsome and he's nice to me, something Boris is not. Without thinking, I pull my shirt over my head. He looks at me and his eye widens.

"Put on your shirt" He whispers.

"You...feel something for me"

"I said" he snarls, stomping over to me. "Put your fucking shirt on" he grabs my shirt and pushes it to my chest. I gasp. Where did the caring Boris go?

"Alex" I whisper, "Where is he?"

Pain replaces the rage soaking in his eye, "On his way to the hospital"

"Why are you doing this?" I cry, "Hurting me wasn't enough for you? You had to bring someone else into the mix"

"I tried-"

"No, you fucking succeeded, you hurt me"

He grabs my face and smashes our lips together. I try to push him back but his hold is too strong. "Kiss me" he begs but when I don't, he parts our lips but rests his forehead on mine. I inhale sharply, taking in his smell.

"I lost my temper ok?" his hands move down to my hips and pulls me closer to his. My hands move without my say and I slowly rub my hands up his arms, feeling every muscle in them. He groans. "What's wrong?" his voice is low and unsteady.

"What happens after we do this?" a question I've been fearing for a little. And I mean a little, it's been a few days.

"We're not doing that. I want you to think about that some more"

I want to ask why but I keep quiet, I still want this, I'm too broken to care. He doesn't care, I don't know what this is but I know he doesn't care. I place my hand on the side of his neck, rise on my tippy toes, and kiss the other side of his neck.

"Franky" he groans already sinking into my touch.

"Up" I whisper, gripping at his shoulders. He grabs my waist and lifts me, I wrap my legs around him then move my lips to his mouth. We spin around then Boris sits with me on his lap.

His tongue slips into my mouth and I don't fight it. I tug at his hair, earning a moan. When the kiss deepens I part it, I swear I hear him whimper. "What's wrong?" he asks, rubbing my back. Our eyes lock and I begin to roll my hips against his.

"Fuck" he groans, looking down at hips.

"What are we doing?" I remember his words from before.

"I dunno just don't stop" His voice raspy. He pulls me closer and I rock harder. He plants little kisses up and down my neck. I moan his name then he sucks on my neck, hard, promising to leave a mark. He grows harder and harder underneath me by the second.