I was sitting on my couch pouring my shattered heart out to Megan when the doorbell rang.

“You expecting anybody?” Megan asked as I got off the couch.

“No,” I said. I lived in an apartment building. There was no such thing as random people at the door. I put my eye to the spy hole in the door and flew backward in shock.

“Who is it? It is him?” Megan asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You have knives in the kitchen, right?”

“That’s very helpful, Megan.”

The bell went again and I jumped.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

I debated on opening the door, honestly. Should I? Or should I leave him swinging in the wind? And why was he there?

“Yeah, I’ll call you back,” I said and flung the door open before I could talk myself out of it. And there he was, standing there looking absolutely gorgeous.

“What do you want?” I barked as I folded my arms, and glared at him. Really, I was only trying to protect myself. I closed myself off physically to remind myself to close off emotionally. I couldn’t let him in, even though my heart wanted to reach out to him. He looked so damn handsome. How was that even remotely fair? Meanwhile, I was wearing the same leggings and sweatshirt I’d slept in and my hair hadn’t been brushed all day, just thrown up in a bun.

I saw red. I mean I didn’t even think I just reacted. It was like a wall of fury just slammed into my brain. My hand shot out and I slapped him so hard my hand hurt. For a second he went absolutely still then he moved.

So fast, I didn’t have time to move.

He picked me up, threw me unceremoniously over his shoulder, and carried me to my bedroom kicking, screaming, and punching his back with my clenched fists. I might as well not have bothered for all the attention he paid me. He kicked open my bedroom door and it slammed hard against the wall. He threw me on the bed and looked down at me.

I looked up at him breathing hard, hating him. “Get out of my apartment, you shitty bastard,” I yelled.

Suddenly he fell on me pinning me down. I opened my mouth to scream and he silenced me with the palm of his hand. I tried to bite his palm but could find no purchase.

He stared into my eyes.

I struggled hard until there was no energy left in any of my limbs and I went slack. Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes and streamed down the sides of my face. He raised his palm and I opened my mouth to scream again.

This time he covered my mouth with his own.

It was a kiss like nothing he had ever given me before. It was full of aggression, and anger, and passion. The more I tried to stay unaffected the harder he kissed me. He forced his tongue past my lips and swept it into my mouth looking for mine. He hooked my tongue, took into his own mouth and sucked it hard. Eventually, I became lost in his kiss and my hands curled around his neck.

He lifted his head. “I didn’t mean to lie to you.”

“You still did.”

He caught my hands and pinned them over my head.

“Let go of me, you monster,” I said struggling against the band of steel around my wrists.

Holding my wrists above my head, he grabbed my shirt and tore it open.

“Fuck you,” I said fiercely, but I didn’t want him to stop. My stomach leaped with excitement.

“I plan to,” he growled thickly and ripped the lace on my bra making my breast pop out. He bit the tip. I swore, then moaned with intense pleasure as he began to suck it.

His hand slid between my legs. My body was screaming for him. I heard my panties tear, and then with his eyes never leaving me, he unbuckled his pants, a feral look in his eyes.

A moan of anticipation left my lips. He spread my thighs with his knee, and entered me with such force I shot up on the bed and screamed. It was as though we were fucking for the first time. My pussy was so tight and clenched, even he looked surprised. “This is the last fucking time you run away from me,” he said and pulling out of me thrust in again.

“Did you hear me?” Thrust.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“You’re mine and you don’t run away no matter what.” Thrust.

“Oh God…you, you lied to me.”

“You don’t know that. You didn’t hear my side of the story.” Thrust.

I opened my mouth to speak and he put his palm over my mouth “Don’t say another word until you’ve heard my side. Do you understand?”

I nodded silently. He took his palm off my mouth and I lost myself to one of the most amazing sex sessions of my life. It was just primal lust. We were both wild and ruthless. He gave no quarter; I asked for none. He bit me, I scratched his back. It was just hard thrusts and the kind of climax where it felt like an explosion in my soul. I clung to his shoulders and screamed my head off. And he let me. Why not? We had the whole building to ourselves.

His cock was still semi-hard and inside me when I turned my head to the side. I hated that I lost control. That I let him into my body when he had betrayed me.

“Now get off me,” I panted harshly.