Page 40 of Scarred King

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Page 40 of Scarred King

“Liam,” I say to him pleadingly, “tell Johanna to leave. I’m back, I’ll finish up the shift.”

He continues looking at Tommy and doesn’t turn his head to me. “Liam,” I say again, “please tell her to go.”

“She’s a big girl,” he says and drinks his beer. I don’t know if the chills I’m feeling are from fury or the need to feel him near me, but I'm totally out of control.

“Tommy,” I try my luck with the indifferent partner. “Please tell her she can go.”

“Ya think?” he chuckles. “She’s like a star lighting up this place up,” he looks at her affectionately and I shake my head in frustration.

“I need to talk to you privately,” I say to Scarface, but he ignores me.

“Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of him.” He takes another swig from his beer bottle and I choke on the insult. “But first you can tell us if you ended up wearing a bra,” he hisses venomously, and I look at him, confused. Suddenly it hits me. Johanna showed them our texts. He’s angry. Furious is more like it. And all I wanted was to get back to him…

“I need to talk to you privately.” I raise my voice and shout, and for the first time since I came in, he looks at me. His face twists in disgust as he checks me out. “Stop looking at me like that!” I shout again, not caring that everyone is staring at me. “I said I need to talk to you privately.”

He stands up, his fists clenched and he pulls me towards the stairs. He doesn’t say anything, just drags me after him like a rag doll up the staircase and into a room on the right side of the banister. A long black curtain is hung in front of the stairs and I realize that the girls’ guest rooms are hidden behind the curtain.

I look around the room and stay close to the wall. “Is this a hooker's room too?”

“No,” he answers with a furious look on his face. “At least not the ones who know that they’re hookers.” He sits down on a leather chair behind a large wooden desk and I see a large safe behind him. On the other side of the room there's a transparent curtain in front of a beautifully furnished bedroom. “So, what do you want?” he continues in the same tone and I move away from the wall and walk over to him.

“Johanna’s not right for this place, I’m begging you to tell her to leave.” I start rearranging the papers that are scattered all over the desk into three identical piles.

“She’s a big girl,” he snaps impatiently and stands up. “And if you dragged me up here to talk about your friend, I think we’re done.” He walks around the desk and I stand up and block him.

“Not just that,” I raise my voice sharply. “I wanted to tell you something else.” I move closer to him and he steps back. “For three days I was in a dream.” He clenches his jaw angrily and I start talking faster. “I was with someone whom I thought could be the man of my dreams. I thought that intellectual passion would be enough, but…”

“So you wore the black dress without a bra?” he says mockingly.

“Yes,” I admit. “But only because I was in a hurry… I was nervous… it wasn’t on purpose.” He shoves me aside and once again I stand in front of him. “You don’t understand. I thought that with him I’d feel what I feel with you. That the passion in my head would be enough, but it wasn’t.” my voice trembles, but I continue. "You got into my head, and I am dangerously possessed." I pull my hair back in frustration. “I could have easily fulfilled my fantasies with him, but I couldn’t because you were constantly on my mind taking over all my thoughts.” I move my head from side to side, as if I am trying to shake him out of it. “I need you to sleep with me so that I can understand that it’s all just fiction, that what’s happening here isn’t real and but only a ridiculous physical passion that will go away after we do it. And then I can be free of it.”

“You want me to sleep with you so that you can be free of me?” he asks quietly, and I nod my head. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.” He bares his teeth as he lifts me from my waist and aggressively placing me on the desk, the papers scatter in all directions. Before I can change my mind, he pulls down my panties and spread my legs apart. “You want to break free?” His voice is dark, and I start to tremble. “Then I’ll set you free.” He pulls down his pants and underwear and takes a condom out of one of the drawers. He tears the packet open with his teeth and stretches it over his stiff cock. “I’ll set you free,” he hisses with a furious look and pushes his finger inside me. I moan and he twists his face and laughs. “Wet already…” he sounds so taunting. “Tell me what you want again,” he raises his voice.

“To set me free,” I stutter, and he drives into me with such force that my back hits the desk underneath me.

“Feeling free?” he asks and grabs my hips tighter, pushing himself inside me again and again.

“Not like that. Gently,” I manage to mutter but he continues.

“Feeling free?” he roars, and his thrusts shock my body. My head understands that I’m not where I want to be and it’s sending distress signals, but my body wants him so badly. I groan and throw my head back as he holds my hips tightly and pulls me towards him each time he fills me with his anger and venom. He’s hurting me, I’m not comfortable, I’m in distress but my body doesn’t resist. I moan out loud, but suddenly my brain takes charge.

“Not like that!” I wail. “Gently!” but he ignores me and thrusts again and again until the desk underneath me is shaking. “Not like that!” I wail again but he looks like a mad man.

“Feeling free?” He yells. His hand catches my braid and he pulls it.

In one moment, I lose it, I lose my sanity.

“Not my hair!” I scream, shaking my head hysterically. He lets go of my braid, but I’ve already gone crazy. “Not like that,” I scream, “I don’t want it like that!” He thrusts into me two more times and then his body starts to tremble. The thrusting grows slower and he lets out a loud moan. He pulls himself back and I sit up quickly.

“Feeling free?” he asks quietly and turns his back to me. I jump off the table, flinching at the pain between my legs and quickly put my panties on.

“You are so disgusting,” I say quietly and put my hand over my mouth. “The most disgusting creature I’ve ever met.”

He turns to me and looks at me indifferently and I raise my hand and slap him hard. “I told you that you took over my thoughts and that’s how you treat me?” I slap him with my other hand as well. “Do you really think that you can treat me like one of your whores?” My hands take on a life of their own and I am slapping him again and again until he catches both of them and forces me to stop. “I can’t believe that I gave up my perfect professor for this.” I straighten up, raise my chin angrily and run out.

I hear his quick steps behind me and stop, panting, next to Johanna. She is sitting on the couch next to Tommy.

“Come on, let’s go together,” I beg, and she looks at me amazed. Her light blue eyes are sparkling, and she is tapping her fingers on the wine glass in front of her.




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