CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
MOLLY
“You said you loved me.” His voice rasps, caressing over my senses. My heart yearns for him in a way that’s almost painful. I don’t know how long I have secretly wanted him to say the words, to tell me he loves me, and now he’s here, and he said it. He loves me.
My stupid heart is trying to do summersaults in my chest. My mind desperately throws at me every glaringly obvious reason as to why this is wrong. You will crash and burn, a voice whispers in the back of my mind, but I can’t physically fight him. I am extremely likely to get hurt, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. He’s fucked up, he’s hurt me, he’s rejected me more than once, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s ‘the one.’ No matter how much I try to tell myself to be strong, to walk away…when he stands there with that look on his face begging me to give him a chance, how can I not?
No-one ever said that love was straight forward. The heart doesn’t play fair.
His fingers grasp my chin, gently tilting my face up to look at him. “Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll walk away right now.”
I close my eyes and take a steadying breath. “I can’t.” I whisper. I feel his lips press softly against mine, careful, prying. My pulse skitters wildly in my veins, my body gravitating toward him automatically. I can’t fight him. I never could. No matter how much I want to. The second his lips touch me, it’s over.
My fingers work their way into his hair, as his hands grip my waist, pulling my body up against his. Our tongues move against each other before he nips at my bottom lip. I can’t breathe. My skin feels like it’s burning up.
“I want you.” I hear myself saying. I’m normally fairly controlled, except when I’m around him. He makes me act without thought, on pure instinct.
He smiles against my mouth. “I’m all yours, sweetness.” He nips at my lip. “Do your worst.” He practically fucks the words as he growls them.
I can’t move fast enough. My hands glide up his body, pushing under his shirt and feeling the taught muscles of his stomach. I lightly drag my nails across his skin as I work his shirt up his body, making him hiss out a breath. His lips leave mine only to slip the shirt over his head.
“Fuck, I missed you.” His voice is a low rumble that has me clenching my thighs together. His fingers roughly fist my hair, yanking my head back as he slams his lips over mine. Everything about him is frantic and raw. I claw at his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle. I’m almost there, when he releases my hair and slides his hands down my body, thrusting his tongue into my mouth the entire time. He pulls my skirt up, and grabs my arse, lifting me. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, his bare skin hot and smooth against the insides of my thighs.
He lays me down on the hard unyielding dining table, his body covering mine, his lips assaulting my neck. I can hear my own breathing, which is embarrassingly loud. I feel his hands on my hips, and then a tearing sound and the bite of material on my skin as he tears my underwear from my body.
“I would take my time with you, but I’m too fucking horny.” He rumbles, pulling his face from my neck. His eyes meet mine, sparking violently. “I know I said I love you, but I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.” Oh my god. My pussy clenches hard.
He trails one finger teasingly across my pussy. “Always so wet for me, sweetness.” He huffs a laugh, and I hear the unmistakeable sound of a zip being lowered. His presses against my pussy, and I squirm, wanting more. His hand gently presses down on my throat, his fingers tightening on either side, pinning me to the table. My pulse quickens in excitement. He knows me better than I know myself. He knows what turns me on and he does it without even asking.
He grips his cock and drives forward in one hard thrust, filling me completely. “Fuck!” I cry out, as my pussy trembles around him. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw.
“Fucking hell, I’ve missed this pussy.” He groans through shallow breaths.
I lift my leg hooking it over his shoulder and using it to leverage my hips up against him. He leans forward, pushing my leg back against my chest, sliding deeper inside me. A moan slips from my lips as he hits the pleasure pain barrier.
He pulls out and slams forward again, making my back bow off the table as my fingers rake down his chest. He picks up a punishing rhythm, pounding into me unforgivingly. True to his word, he fucks me like he hates me. He pulls my hair, yanking my head to the side and biting down on my neck. When I writhe underneath him he holds me down my throat, my arms, his grip bruising and possessive. When I claw at his back, he holds my wrists together above my head.
He lowers his lips to my nipple, and bites down gently, as he grinds his cock deep inside me. Everything inside me tightens, my pussy clamping around him, trying to pull him deeper.
“Oh fuck!” I scream, fighting against his restraining grip. He quickens, thrusting violently before he stiffens with a hoarse cry.
He falls forward, pressing his face into my heaving chest. Oh my god. I don’t know if that was really rough sex or just outright abuse. I love it.
My wrists and neck feel bruised, and my scalp feels like it’s on fire.
I feel the soft brush of his lips over my chest and down my stomach, before he moves off me, pushing up onto his hands.
“I really missed you.” He says, flashing me that trademark cocky grin of his.
“You missed my vagina. It’s not the same.”
“Well, it’s attached…”
I slap at his chest and try to sit up. “You are such a dog.”
He smiles and presses forward, pushing me back down on the table and kissing me. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it.” He whispers before biting my bottom lip.
This time he does get off me. I watch as he pulls off a condom, throwing it in a waste paper bin by the TV. I blush, because I didn’t even see him put one on, and god knows, I wasn’t thinking about it. Shit.
My eyes zoom in on a patch of black on his chest.
“What the hell is that?” I point at what looks like a tattoo.
He sighs. “A tattoo.”
I narrow my eyes, trying to read the swirling black ink, that is clearly letters. “What does it say?”
He drags his hand over his face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I was drunk, and in Vegas. Standard rules do not apply there.”
I sit up and cross my arms over my chest. “Spit it out.”
“It says Crystal.” He cringes.
“Who is Crystal?” I ask slowly.
“Okay, interesting story...”
“Hugo!” I snap.
“She’s a stripper.” He pauses. I say nothing. “I’d like to point out a stripper who can get two balls in her mouth at once though. That shit deserves some immortalisation. ”
“Wow.” What, does she have a jaw like a fucking snake? “Really?” He nods. “Okay, that’s impressive.” I shrug.
“Wait. You’re not pissed?” He ask carefully.
I roll my eyes and stand up, pulling my dress down. “Honestly Hugo, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before now.”
“Huh, I guess you’re right.” Of course I’m right.
He yanks his jeans back up from around his ankles, and fastens his belt. I watch the flexion of the muscles across his torso as he moves. His chest and back are marred with angry red lines, clearly visible in the soft light from a lamp in the corner. I’m not even sorry, fucker deserves it. I’m going to have bruises tomorrow, and that’s just my wrists. I’m not even talking about my vagina.
“Keep watching me like that, sweetness and I’ll want to fuck you again.” He says without looking at me. How does he do that? It freaks me out.
I pull my dress down again. I’m having to go sans underwear again, thanks to it being ripped. Fucking Hugo. “I’m not looking at you like anything. You’re just a pervert.” I cock an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to deny it. He doesn’t.
He moves to the window and opens it slightly. He then takes a cigarette from his pocket and places it between his lips. He tilts his head to the side slightly as he cups his hands around the flame of his lighter. I don’t know what it is about that simple action, but he always makes it so hot. I don’t like smoking usually, but I like it on him. On him, it looks damn good.
There’s this sort of awkward silence between us, as he takes slow drags of his cigarette. Smoke billows around him, and the bright red end of his cigarette glows in the dark corner of the window.
The longer he says nothing, the more my mind starts to frantically look for a way out. Maybe he only said those things to get in my pants. I mean, come on, this is Hugo. He can’t possibly love me, I just wanted to believe that in the heat of the moment. Now though, now it seems so fucking ridiculous.
“Stop.” His voice is a low rumble from the corner of the room. He turns to face me, and his eyes twinkle in the dim light. “I can practically hear you thinking from here.”
He really needs to stop doing that. “It’s just…”
“Just nothing.” He cuts me off. “I told you how I feel. I don’t bullshit, so don’t question it.”
“We need to talk about this.” I don’t know where we go from here. He tried to buy me a flat for fuck’s sake.
He sighs heavily, exhaling a long stream of smoke before flicking his cigarette out the window. “Okay, I will do the girly talking shit for you.”
He moves across the room, and stops in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest. “Talk.”
“It’s just, you can’t just go from being a total whore, to suddenly wanting a relationship. It doesn’t work like that.”
He smirks. “It wasn’t sudden. I liken you more to a flesh eating parasite, wearing me down. Slowly.” I punch him in the arm and he laughs.
“You’re a dick. You know what I mean.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know what you want to hear, Molly. I’m not some reformed man if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Do you even know what a relationship entails?” I ask.
“Uh, like we were before, but all the fucking is with you?” He says sheepishly as he drags his hands through his dirty blonde hair, leaving it in a wild mess. “Look, I can’t give you hearts and flowers, sweetness. You know I’m not that guy.” He says honestly.
“I don’t want hearts and flowers, I just want everything.” I whisper.
“Everything?”
I nod. “Everything you have to give. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
He steps closer to me, winding his fingers into my hair. “I would give you the fucking world if you asked for it, Molly, you know I would.”
“But instead you just decided to give me a flat.” I say flatly.
He smirks and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I’m a grand gesture kind of guy.”
“No flowers, but a flat, that’s fine.” I mumble. “You know I can’t accept this?”
He rolls his eyes and moves away from me, dropping onto the sofa. His head falls back against the back like a teenager that can’t be bothered to have a conversation. “Why not? That whole, ‘it’s too much thing’ is really boring you know?”
I stand in front of him with my hands on my hips. “Hugo, this place must be worth at least half a million.” I shriek.
“And I am gifting it to you.” He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine before he reaches out and pulls me onto his lap. “Please, can we not fight about this? Just take it, be happy. You’re happy, I’m happy. Win-win.” How can anyone be so casual about giving away a flat?
The thing is with Hugo, he just works on a different level of normal to the rest of us. He doesn’t see why this might make me uncomfortable. He’s not my dad. He’s not trying to control me, he’s just trying to help.
I take a cleansing breath. “Okay. I have an idea.”
“I’m all ears.” He says, gently nuzzling my neck, whilst he gropes my boob.
“I’ll rent the flat from you.”
He pulls his face out of my neck, a huge smile on his lips. “Oh, yeah, payment in kind.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “You’ll have to learn to get two balls in your mouth though.” He smirks cockily.
“No.” I sigh. “Payment in money, and I am not a fucking snake!”
He scowls. “Well that’s not as fun.” He grumbles. “Fine, you pay whatever you want. I really don’t care, babe. I just want you to have a home, and be happy.”
My lips quirk up at the corners. “I am happy.”
He narrows his eyes. “I just made you come, it so doesn’t count.”
I lean in and kiss him. He may have his flaws, okay so a lot of flaws, but deep down, he’s a good guy. I have no idea whether this will work out or not. I just know that some things in life are worth the risk. When you find that person that can make you smile with a single look, and want to sacrifice everything for them, then it’s worth the risk, because believe me, love like that doesn’t come around every day. They say it’s better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all. I believe that. A love like that is worth getting ruined for, just to experience it for a short time. The greatest risks are always taken for greater rewards.
Whether or not I’ll reap the rewards…only time will tell.