“Violet, stop crying. We’re on our way,” Heath coos to his girl as we storm out of my house to his car.
Evan
Gabriel: Do you need a ride?
I read the incoming text message. Jesus. Get a clue, you sick old fuck. Maybe find somebody your own age. I take a swig of my beer and toss Hazel’s phone on the bed next to her naked body. But then again, I see why he’s so damn insistent. I grab at my crotch. I knew she was hot, but damn, take away all those tempting clothes she wears, and I should’ve done this a lot sooner.
I walk over to my dresser and pick up a card. Slicing through the white powder, I press my nose to it, snorting a line of coke. My head whips back as the drug seeps into my nostrils. “Fuck yeah.” I exhale deeply, wipe the remaining residue off my nose, and grab for my beer.
I’ve been waiting for an hour for her to show some signs of consciousness. I prefer her to be somewhat awake when I fuck her. Not that it matters. Sometimes the unconscious ones are the best lays. Next time I have to be more aware of how much Rohypnol I put in their drink.
I walk over to the bed and slam the rest of my beer. “Wakey-wakey, little bitch. Time for you to pay up for all the times you teased me while making me work for your bitchy ass. You’re going to pay for all the time I spent on you without knowing you’ve been daddy fucking this whole time.”
I crawl onto the bed and spread her legs apart, having to pull my hand away to wipe my dripping nostril. “What’s that, bitch? You’re sorry for leading me on?” I take a finger and slide it inside her cunt. She groans, starting to come to. “Oh, you want more?” I take a second finger and slide it inside. “You should show a little bit more appreciation, dry bitch.” I work my fingers, trying to create a lather. “This isn’t going to be easy fucking you if you’re so dry, whore. Or do you only get wet for daddies?”
Becoming annoyed, I grab at her tit and squeeze hard. She groans on contact, and my dick gets hard. “That’s right, tell me how you want it. Beg, and maybe I’ll forgive you.” Her phone goes off again, killing my mood. I pull my fingers out of her and jump off the bed.
Him again.
Jesus, how pathetic can you be? I’m tempted to answer again and tell him she’s busy with my cock in her mouth. Maybe that will get him to stop fucking calling. The phone pings and another text comes through.
Dad: You’re dead, motherfucker.
Then another…
Gabriel: You lay a hand on her, and you’re dead.
Shit.
Did her bitch roommate rat me out? I begin pacing my room, trying to figure out what to do. Another line. Another beer. I stare over at Hazel. Fuck that guy. He’s not gonna scare me. She asked for this—and she’s going to get exactly what’s coming to her. My father will cover this up, just like he always does. I toss back the beer in one gulp and chuck the empty bottle to the corner of my room. Pulling my pants down, I’m hard as fuck. Pumping my cock to get ready, I groan and walk over to Hazel. Too many fantasies flash through my mind. Shoving my cock in her mouth sounds enticing, but so does her ass. Fuck. I start jacking off at the mere thought. With one hand still wrapped around myself, I lean over and thrust a finger back inside her and growl out, frustrated at how dry she still is.
“Fucking bitch.” Leaning over to my nightstand, I open the drawer for my lube. I bet if I hurry, I can fuck her ass too before she fully wakes up. I coat my dick and push her legs open wider when someone starts knocking on my door.
“Evan, you in there, dude? Some chick is here for you.”
“Tell her I’m busy and to go away.”
“Yeah, I don’t think she’s taking no for an answer, man. She’s looking for her friend.”
More banging.
“Open the door, you sleazebag. Hazel, are you in there?”
Fuck!
Goddammit. This stupid bitch is becoming more of a hassle than she’s worth. Jumping off the bed, I throw the covers over her, slide back into my boxers, and open the door to my roommate and Violet, Hazel’s fucking cockblocking roommate.
“Dude, she’s fine. She doesn’t need a babysitter.”
“Fuck you,” she grits out, trying to push past me. My arm reaches out, and I grab around her neck, gripping her viciously and slamming her back into the wall.
“Evan! Jesus! What the fuck!”
Grayson tries to intervene, and I turn to him, my fingers digging into Violet’s throat. “Back off, man.” My eyes are wild with rage. No one tells me what to do. Like the pussy he is, he backs off, and I return my attention to the cunt roommate. She struggles under my death grip, and her nails scrape down my arms. I relish in the way her skin reddens as I cut off her air supply. “I don’t think so, bitch. You don’t just come into my room. As you can see, we’re fucking busy.” The bitch screams and tries to kick me in my nuts, so I slam her up against the wall again.
“Hazel!” she cries, looking over my shoulder. “What the hell have you done to her!” I can’t help but laugh. This bitch is practically purple.
“What the fuck, dude? Let her go.” Grayson whines and tries again to intervene. This time he knows better than to fucking touch me.
“Grayson, buddy, I suggest you stay the fuck out of this.” Still holding the bitch’s throat, I reach into my dresser and grab the 9mm Dad gave me for my birthday.
“Whoa, whoa, what the fuck, man!” Grayson backs up, throwing his hands up in surrender.
“I think I’m the one who should be saying what the fuck. You’re the ones barging into my room when I’m busy.”
“Busy doing what, trying to rape an unconscious girl?” God, this bitch is getting on my nerves. Without thought, I backhand her with the gun. Blood spurts from her lip and I laugh as her knees buckle.
“Evan, stop, man.”
I hate it when people tell me what to do. My frustration spikes, along with the drugs peaking in my system. My hand starts to shake with anger as I point the gun at him. “I told you to stay out of this. Get your own pussy.” I turn back to the girl, debating what the hell to do when Grayson tackles me.
And the gun goes off.
Gabriel
I’m a ruthless motherfucker.
I’m a fierce, no fucks, dominating businessman who would take candy from a baby to seal a deal. I have a solution for every problem, all pointing in my favor. At the end of the day, I sit on my throne of power, admiring each game I’ve played and won. I laugh at companies and people who become chess pieces in my sport of domination. And I sip on my fancy scotch without a care or concern of whom I destroy along the way.
That’s the man I’ve always been.
Until her.
No amount of power or riches compares to the priceless caress of her sweet smile against my chest. The feathery scent of her skin as I drag my tongue over every single part of her. And the willingness in her eyes that screams trust, safety.
I’m a fucking monster…and she trusted me. Wholeheartedly. Violent pain in my chest makes me recoil at the thought of Hazel being in trouble. Hurt. Fuck…I swear to God if that little shit touches her… My blood begins to boil with revenge. He won’t be walking out of his apartment if I have anything to do with it.