Chapter 50 - Beggar
Chapter 50 - Beggar
I shake my head as I look at my leather bag ducking partially under the bed. I bend down, pick it up and throw it on top.
My night comes to show its haunting presence, reminding me of my limited time with Zero.
He hasn't called and I don't blame him.
He asked me for one thing, and it's a basic question to some, but I'm not just some.
A part of me wants to curl up in a ball and cry for hurting a man that I hardly know, but yet has come to mean so much to me it's confusing at the same time amazing.
A man that saves me a little each day.
Another part of me wants to curse him and hurt him for asking for the one thing I’ll never be able to give him.
But the rest of me, the hardened pieces, the dead soul that is my making owns me.
Contrary to what the club thinks, I'm not a damsel in distress. I just have bad dreams and a monster that won't leave me alone.
I am a survivor.
The evidence is in the black leather zipped bag that sits on my bed in front of me.
I don't open it, not yet but soon.
It's hours later when the bikers get back.
I hear the rumbles just as I'm jumping into the bath tub of scalding water.
My head goes back to rest against the soft bath pillow. My eyes close as I relax.
“You look like a man’s wet dream. Did you miss me Beauty?” I jump at the sound of his grunting voice, the water splashing on the floor and a bit on to Zero's shoes. Shiny shoes. Formal shoes.
My eyes do a slow and very thorough perusal of his body. He looks like my wet dream and it's no hardship when I say,
“Yes.”
The black suit he has on is sculpted to his big frame. His thighs fill out the slacks as he steps closer to me and sits on the corner of the bath tub.
I want to ask him a million questions and demand a billion answers but instead I get up and let the water drip off my naked flesh as I sit on the tub mimicking his pose except my feet stay in the water.
“I missed you a lot.” I’m sitting naked on the edge of the tub, perfectly entwined with his suit covered body.
“Then why are you sitting all the way over there, come show me how much you missed me.”
My brass leaves me, as I slowly twist into him, my mouth closer to his lips, and kiss him, it’s a peck, a test.
I can't believe he is here, in the bathroom, with such hunger in his eyes after everything. He grips my left hip, and it's a dirty reminder that my body is wet and naked against his hands, that are rough and big.
Trailing his fingers down my wet thigh, until he reaches the back of my knee, he slips his hand between my thighs, fast, until he cups my pussy. I gasp at the different feeling in his touch, I knew Zero is a man of action, but not like this.
Zero slips his hand and then arm under my pussy, until his arm is lodged in the crack of my ass, all the while looking at my face. His eyes burning me, as he lifts my body with his one arm.
Instinctively I wrap my legs around him, then he’s kissing me. His mouth is angry, hungry, his hands rubbing my ass harshly, that it pains, but such a sexy kind of pain.
I hear his zipper in the back of my mind, then his cock is plunging into me. I scream, it burns, it's throbbing, his grip on my ass, the sting of his teeth in the crevice of my neck. This is too much.
He pounds into me, hard, my body jerking on him, my naked breast smacking his suit covered chest.
He lifts me up, his dick still hot and pulsing, as he carries me to the bathroom wall.
When my back hits the wall, I feel him deep in my womb as he plunges into me. He opens the door of the bathroom leading me to the bed that he flings me on. He grabs my legs, flipping me over.
My heart is thumping, my pussy throbbing, ass in the air, he rubs his dick around my pussy opening and plunges in.
He's not gentle, Zero is rough, and oh so lovely.
He’s relentless, there's no sweet caresses, no tit groping, just hands on my hips, cold fucking.
This morning I told him I wanted to know what it is to be with him, I told him I wanted him to show me, show me why I shouldn't give him up.
He warned me that he’ll consume me and I was too stubborn to listen. With each slap of his balls to my butt and each grunt he makes, I'm so glad I didn't.
The swell of his cock tightens my walls as he plants his seed right in my womb.
His eyes are half-mast when he takes his head out from the crook of my neck. It's then I feel the slight sting and a trickle.
“We didn't wrap.”
“What?” He still has his sex voice, but there's something in it that is ringing warning bells, but I'm too sated to clear my head, so I reply,
“We didn't wrap.”
His eyes lock on me, his jaw clenches, and just like the first time he over powered me, he does it again. My hands above my head, legs opened. The only difference is the cold metal digging into my wrist.
I'm on my back, naked on the bed, his cum dripping from between my legs that are splayed open.
“You think you so clever, Amariya Demarco, you thought I wouldn't find out. I was just a fucking means to an end, right? Did you enjoy yourself? Was messing with my mind, pretending to be some messed up broken damsel when really you nothing but a fucked-up bitch, a game to you?” My eyes widen at the mention of my name, and I struggle to get him off me.