Page 125 of From Me to You
My hands shook at the anger in his voice. “Jay, I am sorry.”
“You are fucking sorry.” He laughed.
And before I could say another word, his mouth crashed into mine. I gasped. Out of all the things I thought he would do to me, I never thought he would actually kiss me.
His tongue forked through mine as he kissed me with so much fury and anger. He growled into my mouth, gripping the sleeve of my dress, and tore the upper half of it in two.
I groaned—my dress was gaping, exposing my blue lace bra.
“Did he kiss you like this?” Jay asked as he latched the skin on my neck, sucking and biting the tender skin.
Oh, God. I moaned.
He ripped open my bra to shreds and continued the same treatment down my breast. “Did you fucking moan for him likethis, sweetheart? Hmm, isn’t that why you wanted him, because I wasn’t here?”
Each of his words drilled into my consciousness, but I hardly cared because I was in heaven when I was supposed to be in hell.
Suddenly, his hands gripped my neck as he smashed me down to the floor. His angry blue eyes, laced with lust and hate, bore into my soul.
“Answer me. Did you fucking moan when he fucked you?” His hands tightened around my neck, almost cutting off my circulation. His other hand hitched up my skirt. His hand gripped my panties and shredded them in a second. And then his fingers roughly explored my slit.
I gasped.
“Did he make you wet like I did, or did he fuck you raw?”
“Jay, please.”
His eyes flashed with anger as he unzipped his jeans and was inside me in one thrust up to the hilt.
I screamed as the pleasure overtook the pain.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Did he fuck you this hard? Do you like to be fucked hard like this? Is that why you fucking cheated with another man? Does he know you beg me to fuck you too?” He hissed, taking me hard on the floor.
His words were too much, but his presence was overconsuming. I melted into the sweet pleasure that he was giving me. It was so good.
“Jaaayy,” I screamed as I shattered all over him.
He roared as he came deep inside of me but his eyes were vacant when they looked at me. It was like all the love was lost.
Jay pushed me away and sat up on the floor, leaning his back against the bed. His shoulders hunched while he rested his elbows on his knees. He cursed repeatedly, pulling his hair in different directions.
I panted as I scrambled up from the floor and pulled my dress down as much as I could anyway. The top half of it was ruined.
“I will forgive you.” Jay’s eyes locked on mine. He nodded to himself. “I will forgive you. It will take a while for things to get back to normal, but I will try. Shit, I will be with you all the time, I swear. I won’t leave you alone. We can move wherever you want to.”
My eyes widened in shock as I panicked. White did not plan for this. She thought he would hate me so much that he would ask me to leave. And I had to leave him by tonight, or the album that he worked so hard creating would never see the light of day.
I swallowed a sob. “Jay, it is not that easy. What if I don’t want to be here?”
“Then we will go somewhere else.”
“What if I don’t want to be here with you?” I whispered in pain.
Jay shook his head while his eyes glazed with unshed tears. “You don’t love me?”
I took a deep breath. I can do this. For him. I told myself. “I do. But I also want other things. This thing with Will made me want other things, Jay. I have only ever been with you before that. I never had the chance to have fun. And I want that. I want to go to college, be a regular teenager, and have fun. I want to drink and party without being tied to a relationship. And you are going to be a celebrity, Jay. How do I fit into all of that?”
A single tear cascaded down his cheek, and my heart fractured into a million little pieces. It was breaking my heart to see him like this. I couldn’t help the sob that escaped me as I cried.