Page 43 of Commit
“Just let me go, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”
“Oh no, that won’t do at all. See, all I’ve been able to think about is your tight, slick pussy since I saw you looking so fucking breakable at the wake.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.” I raise my hand to hit him, but he expects the move and captures my wrist.
“I didn’t say anything about sleeping. I want to fuck you hard and often. I want to fill you with my cum and watch it drip from your pussy.”
He leans in close again. “I’ll like knowing that when you’re lying beside my boy, you’ll still feel every inch of me inside you.”
“No.”
“You say that now, but I haven’t told you what the stakes are yet.”
I freeze at his words, my stomach swirling with the urge to throw up all over him, which would serve him right.
“If you deny me what I want, I’ll find an excuse to kick Abbot out of the house.”
My eyes close for a second as I absorb just how much of an asshole he is. When I open them, I know they must blaze with the fury I’m feeling. “And when I tell him about this, you’ll ruin any chance you have of a relationship with him.”
“You want to know something? I don’t care. You keep expecting me to act like a good man when I’m far from it. You can tell him what you want, but it won’t change the fact that he’ll leave, storming out after throwing a punch or two at me. He’ll try dragging you with him, but he won’t get far with two broken legs. You’re right. Maybe that way will be better, and then at least I’ll have you all to myself.”
I stare at him in horror.
“Or you can let me do whatever the fuck I want to you, and I’ll keep it a secret between the two of us. Abbot never needs to know.”
A whimper escapes my lips. The choices are so awful that nobody would agree to them. But I can’t see Abbot on the streets. He has his whole life ahead of him. He’s so close to getting out of this godforsaken place. How can I take that from him?
Besides, if I tell him, he’ll murder Hudson or die trying.
“I don’t believe you. You’ll fuck me, then fuck him over anyway.”
“No, I won’t. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a monster. I do want my son to be happy.”
“Liar,” I hiss at him.
His hand is wrapped around my throat before I can say anything else, holding me in place. “So brave in defense of my son. It would be adorable if it weren’t for one thing.”
He dips his head, his lips barely an inch from mine.
“What thing?” I breathe.
“That you’re not his anymore. You’re mine.”
He slams his mouth down over mine, swallowing my protests as I try to shove him away. But he’s stronger than me, holding me against him. He moves the hand from my throat and slides it up my thigh and under the hoodie before his fingers skate across the lips of my pussy. He pushes one finger inside me with embarrassing ease.
“Stop.” I tear my mouth from his, my lips feeling swollen, my body feeling like a live wire.
“Your mouth says no, but your pussy says yes.” He pulls his finger free and holds it up for me to see how wet it is. “What’s it gonna be, Birdie?” He slips his finger into his mouth and sucks it clean.
I don’t answer. How can I? My head tells me to run, but all I can see is Abbot’s face after being rejected by another parent. I can’t let that happen to him again.
“Let’s go tell him to pack his shit and get out.”
He takes a step back, but I reach out and grab his arm. Decision made. Now, I’ve just gotta commit to it.
There are times, despite the agony, when I know I need to soldier on. And moments, like now, when surrendering is my only option. I let the fight drain out of me as the man I had once hoped would be our salvation, becomes our enemy. Tears pool in my eyes at the taste of victory on his lips as he destroys me, claiming me as his spoils of war.
“I’ll be yours.”