I grabbed her by the hair and pulled it back, forcing her to look up at me. “Do you know what I’m gonna do, girl? It isn’t nice. It isn’t pretty. I’m going to fuck you until I break you.”
Vera narrowed her eyes and for a moment I thought I had her. I thought she understood the danger I posed to her. Instead, she shoved her hand down my pants and gripped my cock. “Don’t call me girl.”
I was lost.
I snaked my other hand around and furiously grabbed her by the neck, pulling her in for a kiss. No more waiting, I was going to taste her. When her lips crushed against mine, I let out a frustrated and pent up growl. She tasted like raspberries. How the fuck did she taste like raspberries?
I needed more.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, warring with hers, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she belonged to me. With her hand still wrapped around my cock (like it would be forever if I had any say about it) I started to step forward. We moved together, our tongues tied, and I pushed Vera up against the hallway wall. Her small hands came out of my pants and started undoing the buttons. In an instant my cock was free and I spun her around so she couldn’t see me.
I hadn’t been naked with a woman since the accident. I’d fucked of course, but none of them had seen me.
“I want to see you, Charlie.” Vera reached around her back, grabbing my cock.
I groaned. “No.” I pushed her harder into the wall, ripping off her panties, my cock finding her entrance. In one rough push I was inside of her. She was warm, wet, and wanting. Her pussy tightened around my cock and it took all my strength not to come right then like a fucking boy. Vera fought against me, struggling to get free from my hold. I’d be a fucker if I didn’t admit her struggling made me harder.
“This is what you wanted, Vera,” I growled into her ear. “You wanted me. I’m damaged. I’m rough. I don’t play nice. I don’t ask for permission.” I fucked into her, even as she fought against me. I felt her pussy tighten, I heard her breathing grow labored. She was going to come. I was going to rip that orgasm out of her whether she wanted me to or not.
I reached an arm around, laying my palm flat on her stomach. Slowly, I trailed my fingers down until they were buried in her pussy. As I pounded into her, my fingers played against her clit. Her fighting ceased and she melted into me. For a few seconds of bliss, Vera gave herself up completely. My name left her lips in a whisper.
As she settled down, I prepared for my own undoing, but Vera elbowed me in the abdomen. I let go of her briefly, giving her just enough time to wiggle out from under me. I turned to see her, cheeks flushed from the orgasm, hair a mess, and still naked from the waist down.
She was beautiful.
“You are not that man,” she accused. “That’s who you pretend to be.” Vera hurriedly grabbed her clothes and began dressing. She reached for my shirt and threw it over the lingerie.
“Who am I then?” I took a step to Vera when I noticed her gaze drop to my leg. “This?” I grabbed my prosthetic. “This is what you want to see?”
Vera glared, her gaze returning to me. “I don’t care about your leg.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I growled.
“I’m the liar?” Vera laughed but the sound didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re the one who keeps saying the only reason I can’t leave is because I’m not ready, but we both know that’s a lie. It’s you who isn’t ready, Charlie. You’re not ready!”
“Then leave, girl! Get the fuck out!” I took a harsh step toward Vera, gesturing like a madman. She stumbled back, fear and anger in her eyes.
“You don’t mean that,” Vera whispered.
“Get the fuck out if you want to go so badly!” I threw my hand out to point at the door just as Vera took a step toward me. My hand collided with her cheek and I knew I’d hurt her. Tears welled in her eyes. She turned and ran, thrusting the front door open. The wood smacked against the wall. I opened my mouth to call after her but nothing came out.
Maybe it was better she ran.
7
VERA
I was about three miles down the road before my actions started to resonate in my mind. I was in the middle of nowhere with no cash and no cellphone. I didn’t have any shoes and was only wearing a baggie t-shirt. My situation was really lookin’ bleak.
“Shit.” I kicked a loose rock, feelin’ frustrated. How had all of this happened to me? All I wanted to do was leave Louisiana and start over. I wanted a new life. I wanted adventure. Was that so much to ask? I thought back to Charlie and the way I’d felt when I was with him.
The thought was almost enough to make me turn around. He hadn’t meant to hit me. I knew that by the way he’d looked when his hand hit my cheek. I’d been hit by men before. I’d been hit by lovers before. Their faces didn’t look a thing like Charlie’s.
Charlie was dark and dangerous, but he was something else too. He was my missing piece. He filled the hole inside me. Sex with Charlie had been metamorphic. He’d given me an orgasm in minutes, and the orgasm he’d given me had completely transformed my being. Life without Charlie seemed like being a butterfly that wanted to go back to being a caterpillar.
I turned around, looking back at the way I’d come. Would he want me back? I’d left so angrily. I watched the horizon, wonderin’ about my options. A lone truck appeared, steadily getting closer. The massive vehicle got closer and closer and I expected it to keep going, but it stopped.
The engine was still roaring when the side door opened, revealing a man with a long unkempt beard and beady eyes.