Chapter 4

MABEL.

          He appeared out of the dark. He appeared like a God, saving me from the torment of this harsh world. He saved me, that was all I was thinking as I felt my body moving, unknown to me where this stranger was driving me to in his har.

          

          

          I try to keep my eyes open but it's proving harder and harder. My eyes are heavier than a block of cement

          

          I turn my face around to see strong hand, turning the wheel. I look further up to find hard chin, eyes trained on the street.

          

          I'm starting to feel everything again. Dicken fucking Betty on our bed, the call from the doctor. 

          

          

          "Mom.... " I start to call.

          

          The car comes to a stop and this stranger bundles me in his arms and carries me inside what appears to be a house, maybe his. 

          

          I find myself being placed carefully on the bed. 

          

          "I'm gonna make you better." He says, and I heard his footsteps disappear, appearing back right after. 

          He helps me sit up and puts a pill in my mouth, followed by the tip of a bottle where I drink water from.

          

          That's when I saw his face. 

          

          I have never seen a man look so good in my life before. The way his thick brows almost meet, the way his lips is shaped, the way his dark eyes watched me.

          

          "You're so beautiful." I mutter honestly. 

          And he smiled at me. Fuck, if that's not the most beautiful smile I've ever behold. 

          

          My eyes move over to his shirt that has been undone from carrying me. I can see a peak of his solid chest. I feel my clit drip wet at the sight instantly.

          

          Before I can try to stop myself, I move quickly and kissed his lips. There's shock in his eyes instantly as I pulled back. But that doesn't wave me off as I remain on my knees now, watching his eyes seductively.

          

          "Will you fuck me please?" I ask him, my needs exploding over the whole place.

          

          A cocky grin crosses his lips as he places a knee in front of me, moving closer.

          Then his lips lowers to mine and he whispers "are you sure you want that? You're still drunk."

          

          "Please, I want that." I beg him as I grab his strong arms, wrapping my body against his. 

          

          Without warning, his lips claims mine violently. There's so much anger, rage and urgency as he kissed me hungrily. I try to match his energy while kissing him back, trying to meet his pace but it's nearly impossible.

          

          He holds my waist and moves me back into the bed effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. 

          

          I moan into his mouth as I desperately try to pull his shirt off but he grabs my hands and pushes me down, his lips not leaving mine for a second. 

          

         His kiss is like a spear, seering through my senses. His hand slides underneath my shirt, pushing my bra up so he could cup my breasts. 

         

         The touch most likely forced me into coma and back as my heart pondered and stopped immediately. He Yanks my top away, exposing my breasts, his mouth going over to suck on my hardened nipples.

         

         I'm moaning uncontrollably as his tongue tortured me. I feel my clit soaking uncontrollably now but he doesn't stop, even as I continue to gasp for his release.

         

         Nobody has ever pleased me so quickly with little effort.

         

         He pulls back to pull my shirt and bra over my head, then his shirt and pants. All the while I'm feeling the alcohol taking over me again.

         

         And suddenly I'm feeling a sense of shame being naked under the gaze of this strange man.

         

         But my eyes gliding over his naked body pushes my thoughts away as he lowered himself and claims my lips again, this time softly. 

         

         With one hand, he unbuttons my pants and pushes it off me. His finger goes over my red pant.

          

          When i glance up at him again , I find him watching me with a carefully controlled expression and an intensity in his gaze that sends a shiver up my spine again.

          In one swift move, he pulls my pants off and pats my legs with a strange surge of urgency.

          When his finger slid inside me, a gasp forces it's way out of my throat. Was that just fingers or....

          

          He chuckles and moves closer to my ear to whisper "that's just the tip of an iceberg, get used to it."

          

          I try to keep up with everything he was doing but the act is overwhelming and slowly kicking me off.

          

          I must have worn my voice out moaning to the strokes of his fingers before he turned me over flat on the bed.

          I feel him press against my butt, just in time for me to feel him push his dick inside me. It felt like a painful intrusion as I yelped in pain, trying quickly to adapt to his size.

          

          There's absolutely nothing gentle about his thrusts as his pace picked pace.

          

          He groaned as he continued to thrust himself in me, before pulling out only to pull me up on my knees and continue where he stopped.

          

          "Yes..." I moan now "don't stop.... Ah, yes-s-s-s-s....oh yes."

          

          He's humping on my back now, one hand squeezing my breasts from behind. 

          The feeling was wholesome and I didn't want it to stop.

          I bit my lips to stop me from screaming. And that's the last thing I remembered as he gave me a final thrust that probably knocked me unconscious.

          

          Or was it the alcohol?

          

          I have no way of finding out until I'm waking up the next morning with the sun on my face and a strong migraine.

          

          I hold my head as I sit up, my senses trying to make out my strange surrounding.

          

          I feel a strange sourness between my legs. I wouldn't have thought much about it until I'm turning slightly and finding a man laid next to me, naked and safe for the white duvet covering his lower body.

          His head is turned towards me.

          

          My heart makes a strange tug. What the fuck......

          

          Memories starts rushing back to me. 

          Dicken. Dicken was fucking my coworker in our bed. The hospital called. My mom was dying. I drove off. I didn't have money to pay the taxi. I was lost. I walked into a bar and started drinking.

          

          That's where the vaguenss comes, because I can hardly remember anything.

          

          

          'will you fuck me please?' I hear my own voice in my head and I snapped. 

          

          I just had a night stand with a stranger.

          

          I could feel my temperature rising by the second. Then the strange man stirred in his sleep and I knew I needed to bolt before he gets the chance to see me.

          

          I leap off the bed and started picking up my dress and putting them on.

          

          "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" His deep voice forces me into a pause and I looked to find him watching me with narrowed eyes.

          

          Those eyes. And I recognized him immediately.

          

          

          

          Caleb Da stephano.

          

          The cunny, rich bastard who had made my life a living hell for five years.

          

          Before he could say another word, I bolted for the door and dashed out.