| Unlawful Entry by destiny *deals with mature subject matter* The peach tile was frigid beneath her palms, but she was too stunned to complain. Her mind whirled with confusion, her eyes still heavy with sleep. The hands on the back of her head were large and strong and her neck ached from trying to fight. Any words that she wanted to say were lost somewhere inside of her, held down just barely with the bitter bile that was also trying to make its way out of her. "I told you I was coming back," he said lowly. "Did you doubt me?" She squirmed beneath his body, clawing out at anything she could find. The shower ran next to her, thick steam filling the room. A damp sheen encompassed her nearly naked body. Her long legs kicked out violently connecting only with the edge of the porcelain toilet bowl. The knock on the bathroom door seemed so faint, so far away she wasn't sure it was real. "Rose? Are you okay in there?" The assailant rolled her over, clamping his hand over her mouth, dangerous eyes searing into her. "Shh," he warned. Rose blinked her agreement, trembling uncontrollably. "Good. Now tell him your fine. Tell him you'll come back to bed after your shower." Rose cleared her throat, hoping her voice would return. When her lips were uncovered, she called out. "I'm fine honey. I'll be out after my shower." She prayed he wouldn't leave, that he heard the uneasiness in her reply. "Okay. I'm going back to bed." "Be right there." Inside she screamed for him, begged him not to go. A moment later, she knew he was gone. "That was good," her attacker grinned. "I almost think you enjoy this." Rose lifted her hands against his chest and shoved. "I do not enjoy this," she spat, eyeing him angrily. "I hate you more than you fucking know." He laughed, hovering just inches from her face. "I'll bet you do. It's such a chore to fuck me." She twisted her hips upward, kicking her legs out once more. "I'm not fucking you," she growled, balling her hand into a fist and swinging up at him. "You're raping me, again." "Rape? I don't think you can rape someone who wants it." He pinned her hands down by her side. "Now be a good girl and stop fighting. We don't want our little Justin to find out do we?" Rose's face fell at the mention of Justin. "You leave him alone," she hissed. Her brown eyes grew black with hatred and she wiggled her arms free, swatting at his face. A deep, red gash appeared across his cheek, making her smile. "Gotcha. Try to explain that in the morning." Huge green eyes flashed down at her heatedly. "Bitch!" She reached out again, only to be pinned once more. Her panties were ripped aside callously and he penetrated her with ease. "I hate you," she snarled as he moved inside of her. "I fucking hate you so much." She knew that tears would come once he was gone. Tears were never shed during the act. She was too pissed off when he was inside her, more so if she actually orgasmed. He came with a grunt, lifting off her immediately. "Goddamned jackrabbit," she whispered, pulling her torn panties off and throwing them in his face. "Aww, whassimatter? Didn't come tonight?" He laughed that deep laugh she despised, extending his hand to help her up. "Fuck you, Lance. Just get out. And don't come back. I mean it." She wiped the steam from the mirror over the sink, checking for damages to her face. A large red blotch graced her cheek and she touched it gingerly. "That's lovely," she grimaced, turning to glare at him. "Marking my face. Did you have to push me so hard?" Lance blinked at her, still attempting to catch his breath. "Sorry," he grinned wickedly, reaching out to touch her. She recoiled, waving him away. "I got caught up in the moment." He touched his own scratch mark. "And what about you? Wanna warn me when you get those nails done?" Rose opened her mouth. "I don't have to warn you about anything. You're the one sneaking in here to get your rocks off. You're the one living out some sick, twisted fantasy on my body. You're the one who's got the problem. I told you I didn't want to do this anymore but you won't listen." She sat on the lip of the tub and sighed. "You really scared me tonight, Lance. I was sound asleep. What if Justin heard you?" Lance placed his gloves back on his hands. "He didn't though. And he doesn't own you, by the way." The words hurt. She wanted Justin to own her, to make their relationship serious and solid. She was tired of messing around with him and his inability to commit. Rising to her feet she pulled her nightgown off her body. Stepping into the hot shower, she scrubbed her skin until it was raw, washing every ounce of Lance and his scent from her. "You can go now," she told him. "I'm going," he muttered, climbing out the double wide window to the garden below. "Just remember our agreement, Rose. This was your idea. Don't let that little fact escape you." Rose felt the rush of cool night air float into the bathroom. When she peeked out, Lance was gone. That's when her tears began. The huge salty drops mixed with the water and dripped down her cheeks. She dug her knuckles into her eyes trying to press the sob back. She didn't blame Justin for keeping his distance. How could she ask him to commit to her when she was allowing his best friend to take such liberties with her body. The fun was gone, replaced by disgust. Sure she was the one who got drunk that night months ago and came onto Lance, plying the cute blonde and his amazing eyes with drinks, hoping to see if the rumors were true about his package size. He'd been almost shy as she undressed him. Rose hadn't been disappointed with what she found hidden beneath layers of sweaters and baggy jeans. A nice hard body with toned muscles leading her to a pleasantly well endowed surprise at the end of the rainbow. She had been the one to attack him, leaving him with bite marks and bruises, and a smile. Not at all surprised when he scouted her out again, eager to play once more, she'd allowed it. This time, he was the rough one, revealing his rape fantasies. It had turned her on as well, and she permitted him access to his fantasy. She blindly assumed once she had started dating Justin, Lance would get the hint and fade into the background. He hadn't. In fact, he'd pursued her more so, threatening to expose their escapades if she denied him. Now, he was visiting her at Justin's as well, and that scared her. Lance was taking it all too far. "Rose, you're gonna be a prune!" She blinked the water from her eyes as Justin jiggled the door knob. "I'm getting out now," she yelled back, glad Lance had at least locked the door. Sometimes he refused, daring Justin to find them. She stepped from the tub and wrapped a towel around her body. Her ribs hurt from being shoved to the floor, and her big toe throbbed from kicking the toilet. Overall, she felt like shit. Touching her sore thigh, she froze as she tried to remember if Lance had used a condom. "Shit," she gasped. Her mind whizzed back in time. "Oh shit," she said again. He hadn't used one. "I swear I'm gonna kill him." "ROSE!" Justin was growing impatient. She rubbed her eyes and tried to regain her composure. If he was still awake at this hour it could only mean one thing. He wanted sex. Her lip trembled as she reached for the knob. She loved Justin with her whole being. There was no way in hell she could make love with him now, not when Lance's hands were still imprinted on her body and in her mind. When she pulled open the door, he was there, smiling widely, clad only in boxers. She rolled her head back as Justin wrapped his arms around her. "Couldn't sleep huh?" he murmured, nuzzling her neck. "Why do you say that?" She bit her lip, loving the way his lips felt on her skin, enjoying his strong arms around her. "Because you went to bed hours ago. Now you're up." He took her hand in his, guiding her into his bedroom. "I would've come to bed earlier but I had some things to finish up." He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tightly. "Now, I'm yours." Rose swallowed hard. She felt so safe crushed in his grip. Still, her body reeked of Lance. Reluctantly, she pushed Justin back. "I don't feel well," she lied. Justin let her down with a concerned look. He lifted the back of his hand to her forehead. "You do feel a little warm," he commented, brushing his lips across the tender skin. "What happened to your face?" Rose covered the crimson mark with her hand, turning away. "I walked into the door." Lying was becoming a habit, and she cursed Lance silently. In the morning, she planned to end this, for good. She feigned a yawn and tumbled to the bed. "I'm sure I'll feel better after a good night's sleep." Justin stood with his hands on his hips, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Let me get you some ice at least. Or Tylenol." He was halfway out the door when she stopped him. "No, I just need you," she cried in desperation. "Just come to bed and hold me okay?" Justin's forehead creased with concern. "Okay," he whispered, cuddling her in his arms. Rose sank down against his chest and sighed. He was so good to her, so honest and pure. And here she was, fucking it all up with a mistake that continued to haunt her. |