Marx Girl

I stand in the lounge room in shock. What the hell was that?

Fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t have come. I lock the front door and walk into the kitchen to find a glass and pour myself a drink of water as I look around the apartment. I grab my suitcase and drag it up to my room.

Of course he’s got the shits…fucking asshole. Well, now I’m getting the shits.

Surely he should understand that I needed some time.

I now realise just how different Eric is to Ben. Eric panders to me and treats me like a queen. He fusses over me and takes all of my nonsense…while I take Ben’s shit. Have I totally ruined my chances?

I hear the shower turn on in Ben’s room, and my anger begins to rise.

I’ve travelled all this way to see him, and I pictured this big, happy reunion, only to get ignored.

Well, screw him.

I walk into the bathroom and look around. What is this colour scheme? “Your bathroom needs remodelling,” I yell.

He doesn’t answer.

I turn the shower on and get in. With every passing minute a new anger rises until I’m quite sure the whites of my eyes are blazing red.

He’s the fucking hitman. He’s the one who sort of lied about it, and yet he’s the one who’s angry with me?

My hot water pressure fades. Grr. I turn my hot water on full so that he has no water pressure in his bathroom.

Take that, asshole.

The water pressure disappears again. Oh, don’t you dare take my water. I stand to the side and turn the hot water on full charge so that he’ll have none again.

Don’t mess with me.

I hear his shower turn off and I smile, and then I hear his bedroom door snap open.

Oh shit.

He barges into the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel.

“What do you think you’re playing at?” he growls.

I narrow my eyes. “Using all your hot water, what does it look like?”

“You know, I am fucking pissed off with you. I wouldn’t push me tonight if I were you.”

“Well, I’m pissed off at you,” I yell.

He points at me and raises his eyebrows. “You’re pissed off with me?”

“Yes, you!” I shout. “You should have told me where you worked. Of course I would be shocked.”

He huffs. “Shocked is an argument. Shocked is the silent treatment. You fucking left me!” he growls. “That’s a little more than shocked, Bridget.”

“Don’t you scream at me,” I snap.

“I’ll do whatever I like with you!” he yells.

We glare at each other, both furious.

It’s then I notice that he’s just in a towel, and as if he’s having the same epiphany I am, his eyes drop down my naked body.

The room is hot and steamy, filled with tension.

His eyes darken and then rise to mine. “Get on the bed.”

My eyes widen. Huh? ”What?”

“You heard me. Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”

Oh jeez… that’s probably not a good idea at this very moment. “W-what do you want to do to me?”

“Whatever I fucking well like.” He throws his towel to the floor, and he’s rock-hard and ready.

My eyes drop to his dick and, unable to help it, I lick my lips. It’s been a long two weeks without him.

With his eyes locked with mine, he steps into the shower and under the water. He grabs a handful of my hair and drags my head back so that my face comes up to his. He kisses me, all suction and domination. I feel my feet lift off the floor.

“Ben…” I whimper into his mouth.

“Get on the bed. We need to work this out.” He grabs my hand and puts it on his dick. I grab a handful of him.

My insides begin to melt.

“We need to talk,” I whisper, half-scared of the animalistic look in his eye.

He bites my bottom lip and I yelp. “No. We need to fuck. Hard.”

Then he’s on me and I’m pinned against the wall, his hard cock sliding up and over my stomach. His lips are everywhere, on my neck, sucking on my nipples, biting me, kissing me. Then he lifts me against the wall and wraps my legs around his waist before he slams into me.

“Ahh. You’re going to hurt me!” I cry.

He slams forward again and he tears my head back by my hair to bring my face mere inches from his. “I’m repaying the favour.”

He pumps me hard up against the wall and I cry out.

Oh, fuck… this is so wrong, but so good.

“The favour of what? Of hurting you?” I whisper as he grabs my legs over his forearms to get deeper. Oh, hell, he’s like an animal. Our bodies slap together hard.

“Stop fucking talking,” he growls. He pulls me off the wall and walks out of the shower, still inside me, until we get to his bed and he kisses me as he drops my feet to the floor.