may display that sensitive musician side to you, but he’s got one hell of a mean streak and is definitely the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. He has never committed to any woman before. And you’re deluding yourself if you think he will start with you, sweet Celeste.”
Warring with my temper, I maintain control over myself. This piece of shit sure has a lot of nerve to come into my house and criticize a man who has been nothing but wonderful to my kids and me. But he’s drunk and already an unreasonable person, so I know better than to try to reason with him or argue those points. I have to knock my baser senses to the ground. It kills me not to defend Adrian and not to mention that even though William may be willing to commit, he still wasn’t willing to be faithful. Me arguing any of these points will result in nothing but forcing me to endure his company longer.
“Now see, there’s where you are wrong because I desire nothing more than Adrian’s friendship and he feels the same. That’s all.” I hesitate and let out a long sigh. “I think it would be best if you left now, William. The children are asleep and it’s getting really late.”
I can tell I’ve said the wrong thing as his eyes darken and his mouth curls up with hatred. He’s practically in my face as he bites out, “You can try to sell that shit somewhere else, Celeste. I saw you two on the porch. That’s not friendship,”
I’m not doing this. I no longer have any allegiance to William and I’m not putting up with his crap anymore. “OK. That’s enough. Let me—”
Before I can utter another word, William has pulled me down on the couch and has one of my arms pinned beneath his leg. I move to slap him off me with my other hand, but he grabs that hand and jerks it on to his own crotch and suddenly I’m twelve years old again. And I freeze. No, no! Not again!
“If I remember correctly, you like it rough, Celeste,” he coos as he moves his hand so that I’m massaging him. He begins rocking himself into me. I hear a whimper escape me, and I spiral. My mind spins out of control, but I clutch at what words will get him off of me. I come up completely empty. I literally cannot think beyond how much I loathe him and loathe the fact that he stole my innocence at such a young age. “Oh my God, Celeste. Do you feel how hard I am for you? How bad I want you? All I have to do is think of you and I’m ready for you. This won’t take long, baby. Your hand feels so good. Oh yeah…”
His head falls forward to rest on my forehead, and I’m reminded of the sweet kiss that Bradford placed there as our date wound to an end. I feel William under my hand and I’m reminded of Adrian gently caressing my hand on my porch swing as he shared his thoughts on war and comrades. And suddenly I’m no longer frozen. I’m enraged. I’m livid and I want this pervert off of me. I can feel his movement getting more erratic and more furious as if he’s starting to find release and when I feel him shudder I know I have to act.
Tilting my head back, I lock my eyes with William’s depraved ones and bring a smile to my eyes. He responds immediately. “Yeah, baby. Oh yeah. You like that don’t you. Help me out now, and I’ll return the favor in just a minute. I’m so close.”
I let my eyes fall to his lips and feel my stomach revolt at what I’m about to do. “Kiss me, William,” I mutter hazily, lick my lips, and meet his gaze again.
“Fuck yeah…” he murmurs as he slams his lips on mine. The second they touch mine I open my mouth and bite hard. A metallic taste floods my mouth immediately. “Fuuuck,” he sputters. His hand loosens a little but mine tightens to a vice. I squeeze as hard as I can and bite even harder as I do. Oh yeah is right, baby! I’m really feeling this now. This bastard deserves to pay. Pay for what he’s doing now and pay what he did to that twelve-year-old girl.
William whimpers and releases me enough so that I can
Warring with my temper, I maintain control over myself. This piece of shit sure has a lot of nerve to come into my house and criticize a man who has been nothing but wonderful to my kids and me. But he’s drunk and already an unreasonable person, so I know better than to try to reason with him or argue those points. I have to knock my baser senses to the ground. It kills me not to defend Adrian and not to mention that even though William may be willing to commit, he still wasn’t willing to be faithful. Me arguing any of these points will result in nothing but forcing me to endure his company longer.
“Now see, there’s where you are wrong because I desire nothing more than Adrian’s friendship and he feels the same. That’s all.” I hesitate and let out a long sigh. “I think it would be best if you left now, William. The children are asleep and it’s getting really late.”
I can tell I’ve said the wrong thing as his eyes darken and his mouth curls up with hatred. He’s practically in my face as he bites out, “You can try to sell that shit somewhere else, Celeste. I saw you two on the porch. That’s not friendship,”
I’m not doing this. I no longer have any allegiance to William and I’m not putting up with his crap anymore. “OK. That’s enough. Let me—”
Before I can utter another word, William has pulled me down on the couch and has one of my arms pinned beneath his leg. I move to slap him off me with my other hand, but he grabs that hand and jerks it on to his own crotch and suddenly I’m twelve years old again. And I freeze. No, no! Not again!
“If I remember correctly, you like it rough, Celeste,” he coos as he moves his hand so that I’m massaging him. He begins rocking himself into me. I hear a whimper escape me, and I spiral. My mind spins out of control, but I clutch at what words will get him off of me. I come up completely empty. I literally cannot think beyond how much I loathe him and loathe the fact that he stole my innocence at such a young age. “Oh my God, Celeste. Do you feel how hard I am for you? How bad I want you? All I have to do is think of you and I’m ready for you. This won’t take long, baby. Your hand feels so good. Oh yeah…”
His head falls forward to rest on my forehead, and I’m reminded of the sweet kiss that Bradford placed there as our date wound to an end. I feel William under my hand and I’m reminded of Adrian gently caressing my hand on my porch swing as he shared his thoughts on war and comrades. And suddenly I’m no longer frozen. I’m enraged. I’m livid and I want this pervert off of me. I can feel his movement getting more erratic and more furious as if he’s starting to find release and when I feel him shudder I know I have to act.
Tilting my head back, I lock my eyes with William’s depraved ones and bring a smile to my eyes. He responds immediately. “Yeah, baby. Oh yeah. You like that don’t you. Help me out now, and I’ll return the favor in just a minute. I’m so close.”
I let my eyes fall to his lips and feel my stomach revolt at what I’m about to do. “Kiss me, William,” I mutter hazily, lick my lips, and meet his gaze again.
“Fuck yeah…” he murmurs as he slams his lips on mine. The second they touch mine I open my mouth and bite hard. A metallic taste floods my mouth immediately. “Fuuuck,” he sputters. His hand loosens a little but mine tightens to a vice. I squeeze as hard as I can and bite even harder as I do. Oh yeah is right, baby! I’m really feeling this now. This bastard deserves to pay. Pay for what he’s doing now and pay what he did to that twelve-year-old girl.
William whimpers and releases me enough so that I can
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