He always came at the wrong moment, always showing up at inopportune times. Sometimes I need him to listen to my words and stay away when I ask him to. Of course, he doesn’t, because to him he’s in charge of this situation we find ourselves in. I wouldn’t be calling it a relationship, so a situation is the best I can come up with.

After Taj left, I stayed where I was sitting on the porch, watching the sun go down. My father was going to be home late, and then he was taking me to the airport. But I expected to be gone by the time he crawled through my bedroom window to woo me with his ways as he usually does. This time is different, though, this time I can see him coming, and he sees me.

My hand goes up to my necklace, to the key that he stole from me, and my fingers twirl it as I watch him walk up the same way Taj did a few hours ago. Syler, though, he holds a completely different presence about him. One that’s forceful, that captures everything there is about me, and he tries to steal it.

“Why are you here, Syler? I told you I never wanted to see you again.” I manage to get the words out, but could he hear the shake in my voice? I hope not.

“Just because you say it, doesn’t make it true or meaningful.”

I shake my head at his words. Is he here to fuck with my head? His sister has done that quite successfully enough to last me a lifetime.

“This part was meant to be easy. Don’t make it any more difficult than it already is.” He shakes his head then steps closer to me. I stand from the seat I’m still in then step back, so I’m against the wall of the house, putting distance between us. He doesn’t care for distance. He steps even closer. His hand flings out and he wraps it around my throat, holding me tight to the spot.

“You can’t leave me.” His voice almost sounds broken, and it scares me. More than a broken person has ever scared me before. I’m left gasping for air as he holds me still against the wall, unmoving.

“Syler.” I manage to say his name, but he shakes his head at my words. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Kiss me, Jaya.”

My hands, which lift to touch his hands that are wrapped around my throat drop, as he asks me to kiss him. He uses my name. Not Mouse.

“No,” I squeak.

“Kiss me, Jaya,” he asks again, his grip tightening, almost to the point of no air.

“No.” The noise wheezes out of me.

He stares into my eyes. His usually almost see-through eyes now appear darker and more menacing. Then he drops his hands. My hand automatically goes up to cover my throat, and he stays where he is, almost on me, just like his eyes are.

He leans in, his hand now going to my waist.

“This is mine, Jaya.”

I shake my head.

“I slept with Taj.” I regret the words the moment I say them.

He knows, I think a part of him knew at least.

But that doesn’t change the fact that I just made him madder.

Now he picks me up by my hips and kicks open the front door. It swings, hitting the wall with a loud bang as he carries me in. Syler knows the way to my bedroom, and he takes me all the way there then slams that door shut as well. He places me on my feet then pushes me down with his hand, so I have to go to my knees. My head is telling me to stop what’s about to happen, but my body is saying yes through it all. It always does to him, always fucking does.

“You don’t want to kiss me?” He removes his clothes fast, then he stands in front of me completely naked as I stay where I am on my knees, now eye level with his incredibly hard cock. One of my favorite things about him.

I shake my head. He can’t steal any more of my kisses, they aren’t his to take anymore. He palms my breast then threads his hand through my hair, bunching it in his fists, so he has control over me once again. He pulls it, yanking my head back.

“Kiss me, now, Jaya, with those fucking beautiful lips. Kiss me.”

I know what he wants, he wants my lips to wrap around his cock.

Can I say no?

No, I’m hopeless when it comes to him.

So I do it.

My mouth goes forward as his hand stays in my hair, guiding me, pulling me back and forth and using me as his own personal sex slave.

The fucked-up part? I like it.

And he knows it.

My mouth begins to get sore, he’s punishing. He pulls me in and out, and it turns me on. I’m wet. That’s the problem with Syler, I’m always wet when he’s near me. He knows it just as much as I know it, and he uses that to his advantage. Even if I’m trying to escape him. Can I ever really?

“I’m going to fuck you like you brought it on yourself.”

My legs quiver as he pulls my head back, his cock releasing from my mouth. He pulls harder, so I have to look up to him with my neck bent.

“And you’re not going to fuck anyone ever again, because no one will fuck you like I can, Jaya. Fucking no one.”

My eyes start to water from the grip he has on my hair. He pulls it up making me stand with it, then he spins me around so my back is to him. He still has hold of my hair, and he slaps my ass with my clothes on.

“Remove them, now.”

My dress falls to the floor, my underwear right along with it.

Should I be doing this?

Probably not, but it’s only one last time, right? Then I’m gone.

“That’s a good little Mouse.” He slaps my ass again, harder, then rubs it with his palm, softening the sting with the warmth of his hand. “Now bend over the seat, ass in the air.” I do as he asks because I like how he fucks me—he fucks me like no other. He makes me come like no other man has ever been able to.

Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe it’s the connection I share with him. Maybe it’s my stupid heart trying to still give itself to him, but either way, he won’t be keeping it.

“That’s a good little Mouse,” he says again.

Syler’s words are soothing, but his hand is punishing as he hits me again and again, this time slapping between my legs making me squeal in delight.

There’s pain—his palm isn’t soft.

My nails dig into the seat, my hips leaning on the back of the chair, my ass in the air with my head down. His finger runs the line of my ass, sliding down between my cheeks then slipping between my legs until he reaches my already wet pussy. A moan leaves my mouth as he slides his fingers into me. My legs spread just a bit further as I stand on my tip toes pushing my ass up higher. He pushes my backbone down with his hand, so my hips slam back into the top of the chair.

“Mouse.” He then leaves me, making me feel empty, his hand coming back down hard on my ass, slapping me once more. The yelp that wants to leave my mouth I suppress. His breath touches my ear, and I can feel his naked body against mine. The warmth and the position of his cock is teasing me.

“Tell me, Mouse... tell me you love me.”

I shake my head. That isn’t going to happen. Those words aren’t a plaything. Not to me. He won’t get that out of me today. I won’t let them escape my mouth. Even if I do give him my body, those words he simply cannot have.

“No.”

Syler hisses in my ear. He didn’t like me saying that word, I never use it with him.

“No?”

He bites at my ear then his body is off of me. I hear a noise coming from outside of my room, and I know my father has arrived home. My body locks up tight, and I hear Syler chuckle next to my ear.

“Best be as quiet as a Mouse, or Daddy may see me spanking your ass like the naughty little bitch you’ve been.” He then slams into me. My head drops to my arm, and my mouth bites down on my own skin to stop the scream that wants to rip free from my mouth.

“Jaya, you almost ready to go?” My father knocks on the door, and Syler laughs in my ear softly so only I can hear it.

“Almost,” I shout out.

His laugh stops, and he slams into me again. I bite back down on my arm, trying to suffocate my cries of pleasure. My toes are lifted, and my hips are being slammed hard into the chair with each movement he makes on me. His rhythm is fast and demanding. He bites my back when he’s almost there. I feel his teeth dig deep, just as claws would if he had them.

I hear my father’s footsteps retreating as I reach my orgasm. Syler isn’t far behind me, and picks my hanging body up off the chair and puts me into my bed. He climbs in behind me and pins himself to me, just as he always does. That’s when I hear the steady breathing from him a few minutes later telling me he’s passed out.

I lay there for longer than necessary, loving the way his hands wrap around me, and also to be sure he’s asleep and not just keeping me glued to him. Lifting his arm, I manage to move it off of me enough so that I can move off the bed. Tiptoeing around my bed, I grab my clothes and slide my dress on. My hips hurt, they’re bruised from that chair. Now, every time I see a black chair like that one I will only think of him. Was that his intention?

Picking up my bag and pulling the door open, I look back to a naked, and now very peaceful, Syler, lying in my bed, just like he has many times before, but now I’m about to walk out my door and not come back. Closing the door behind me and stepping away from it, I walk out to my father with a fake smile plastered on my face and my feet stuck to the floor. I’m leaving Syler where he is, and he holds my heart.