Chapter 61: Enemy in bed

Also, my system is probably full of all the drugs I've been taking since I got them from Slim Brothers . I've had to refill them twice now. Even though somewhere in the back of my head I know they are not good for me, I can't kick the habit I started.

After last night's disaster, I had to take some of Mom's sleeping pills. I needed something to help me fall asleep faster. I didn't want to stay up too long to find out what Rayan would do in retaliation. I know he will do something since he probably thinks dating Noah is a slight against him.

I was so self-absorbed that I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings or the strange feeling in my pussy. Somehow I missed a whole body next to me. But I notice when a hand slides up to my chest and squeezes it.

I'm about to scream and run out of bed when a hand covers my mouth to keep me quiet and hold me down. I'm breathing hard through my nose. I'm scared and feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but what I do know is that there shouldn't be anyone else in my bed right now when I went to sleep alone.

"Don't make a sound," his raspy voice says in the quiet room, and I shake my head. My body deflates with a small sigh of relief as my mind registers the familiar voice. I'd recognize that voice anywhere, as it's the one that torments me every chance it gets. I don't know what the hell he's doing here, but I'm glad it's him and not a serial killer, you know?

Since I don't make a sound, he takes his hand from my mouth and moves it down to my neck, where he grips me tightly. He moves his other hand to grab my hips and starts thrusting with his hips, driving his cock deeper into my pussy. The intensity of his grip, along with his movement, make me let out a moan. I have no idea how long he's been here. I was dead to the world before.

But that doesn't matter, because I know why she's here. It's because of the fiasco with Noah after the game last night. Since I haven't paid for what happened yet, I guess I'm about to. His brand of punishment always ends with him doing dirty things to my body and this time seems no different.

"What are you doing here?" I finally ask him, trying to sound brave, but I know there is a slight tremor in my voice. I'm not sure what state he's in. I can smell the alcohol around him, but I'm not sure if he's sober right now or if he's drunk. I'm also not sure if he wants to kill me or not.

"It's not you who has to ask the questions here, it's me. But first, I need to empty my balls again. So if you could shut the fuck up, that would be great," he growls, as he continues to thrust inside me.

"What do you mean again?" i scream and shut my mouth quickly. I'm not sure if my mother came home last night.

"I've fucked you in your sleep before," he says nonchalantly, as if it's something normal people do. I know he's smiling by the tone of his voice.

"That's fucking sick!" I groan because he just gave me a particularly deep thrust.

"Maybe, but you are as sick as I am. Your body can't lie. It's already conditioned to desire everything I do to it. Otherwise, why did your pussy get so wet for me while you were sleeping so soundly? I'm sure my face is red now.

If what he says is true, it's fucked up, how the fuck was I supposed to acknowledge my body to him while I was sleeping? I'm so fucking confused by him and everything right now.

"So you spent the night?" I ask with a little smirk on my face. I feel him stiffen for a second at my question. Ah, gotcha! Knowing the jerk , he probably didn't even intend to stay here.

"Don't give it another thought. I still fucking hate you, and you need to take your punishment for last night," he snaps his neck at me. His breath runs down my back and gives me goose bumps.

"Yeah, you keep saying that, but you know what I think?"

"I don't care what you think," he growls.

"I think you're a fucking liar and a hypocrite. You say you hate me and yet you're always in my fucking space and behind me. You're always in my bed. You keep telling me I'm your plaything, your whore, your slut, your bitch or whatever, and I have to wonder why," I tell him. "Maybe you don't really hate me. You just hate yourself for how much you want me and you can't admit it like a man. Do I scare you, Rayan? Do I make you feel things your cold fucking heart doesn't want to feel? Is that why you keep saying how much you hate me?"

"Don't make too much of it, bitch! No one will ever love someone like you. You're only here to please me and be my plaything. That's all you'll ever be to anyone , and you haven't paid your dues yet," she blurts out to me.

"You're a real sick fuck! You know that? How and why the fuck am I supposed to pay for something I have no fucking clue about? I just moved here, what could I have done to you, asshole?". I let out a snap and yelp as he pulls out of me and flips us over so I'm on my back.

He thrusts back into me so hard that another scream escapes me. He wraps a hand around my throat again and squeezes me as he continues to penetrate me, taking his frustration and anger out on my poor battered pussy. I hear the noises, letting me know how wet I am. I am at war with myself, how can I be so wet for him when he is punishing me?