Tough Shit (Rejects Paradise 1)

He licks his lips while pulling on his tie and loosening it. His dress shirt is freed from his pants and his hand falls to his belt. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he says hungrily, his eyes full of a darkened desire. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that everywhere you go, you’re going to feel me. You’ll never forget where I’ve been.”

No, no, no, no. Please, no.

“Beg all you fucking want,” he spits, grabbing my leg and tugging me down the bed, making me realize that I’d said that out loud. “Do you know what kind of shit I’ve been through ever since you got here? You fucking owe me, bitch.”

He pulls me until my legs dangle off the end of the bed then grabs the gown where the split meets. He tears it hard and the silk easily comes apart under his grip, revealing my body to him.

The material lays discarded at my side and as he reaches for my bra, I use every last ounce of my strength to bring my knee up and slam it against his balls. Jude yells out, gripping his junk as he doubles over. “Fucking bitch,” he grunts.

I try to roll away and get only an inch before he’s back. “You’re going to pay for that,” he demands as his hand cracks out and slaps hard against my face. The sound vibrates through my cracked skull but the pain has nothing on the incessant throbbing at the back of my head.

Jude pulls me back to him and holds my legs tight, learning from his mistakes as he uses his other hand to unzip his pants and pull out his dirty cock. I struggle against him, wishing that darkness would hurry up and claim me. If I have no choice but to endure this, then I’d rather not remember it. This is the kind of shit you never come back from, never fully recover. The wounds may heal but they always leave scars.

My thong is ripped down my legs before they’re curled around him. He spits, his cold, wet saliva dripping down against my pussy. Jude doesn’t waste a second rubbing it against my opening, knowing damn well that a disgusting rapist like him could never get me wet.

He lines himself up with my entrance and in one hard thrust, he slams deep inside me. His fingers tighten on my waist, hard enough to leave bruises and I cry out despite knowing I can’t be heard, as silent tears track down my face..

He goes again. Twice, three times, a fourth.

The door flies open. “Ocean, where ar … the fuck?”

My head whips to the door as Jude roughly rips out of me and spins around. Colton stands gaping for a moment, trying to figure out what he’s actually seeing. There’s fury in his eyes as he looks at his friend but as his gaze slices to me, it turns to hurt.

“Help me,” I try to say but my words fall flat.

“Get the fuck out,” Jude roars but Colton doesn’t take his eyes off me, instead he looks at the blood smeared across the bed, the blood matted in my hair, the red handprint across my face, the torn gown, and my desperate tears.

The door has barely finished swinging open by the time he completely comprehends what’s going on.

He rushes forward and Jude has just enough time to release my legs before trying to stop Colton’s fist from flying at his face. My legs drop heavily and I roll off the side of the bed, going down with a hard bang.

Tears stream down my face as I try to find the strength to get myself up and out of this damn room, but I can’t. My body is lifeless and all I’m able to do is watch the way that Colton tears Jude apart. They begin to blur as I feel the darkness beginning to creep up on me.

My eyes grow heavy watching punch after punch. Blood soaks Jude’s face while Colton’s knuckles turn a deep shade of red, his face filled with a darkness that I’ve never seen before.

With one heavy blow to the temple, it’s lights out for Jude but Colton doesn’t stop, completely overtaken by his rage.

Desperately needing help, I call out to him. “Colton,” I cry, fearing my words are gibberish on my tongue. “You’re going to kill him. You need to stop.”

Colton instantly stops what he’s doing as his head whips around to take me in. He looks back down at Jude and his eyes widen in understanding.

He climbs off him and races to me, effortlessly scooping my lifeless body into his capable arms. He practically races out of the room, curling me into his chest. My head lolls against him as I feel the darkness creeping closer, sneaking up on me like a wave. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on before it crashes down over me.