LOVE TWICE

SKYLAR

I needed a fucking bath and then a drink.

I stumbled into the bathroom, pouring myself a stronger glass of liquor and then dunking myself into the bathtub and turning up the hot water while sobs racked me.

I felt lost, rejected and thoroughly used.

I do not know how long I stayed in the bathtub but a knock jolted me from my misery.

“Skylar!” My sister’s muffled voice came through.

“For Christ sake, what the fuck are you doing in there?” She snapped.

“What the fuck do you want?” I shot back.

“Come on out, this minute before father realizes that you are missing” She muttered.

“I will join you all soon”

She said nothing and so I presumed she was gone.

I put on a light makeup, staring into the hollowness that was my eyes and then I donned my dress recalling that he had walked out of here with my panties.

I took a deep breath, straightening my spine and slipping out of the room. 

If he wanted to be an asshole then I wasn’t going to waste another minute of my time thinking about him as much as it hurts.

The party was still ongoing and my parents as usual had been oblivious to my absence. I saw my sister cast a stink glare in my direction but ignored her and then I saw him again.

He was staring at me, his eyes stormy like the first time we met but this time he was wearing another attire.

Had knowing my name been that bad that he decided to erase everything about me including his clothes?

I decided not to pay him any mind and made to brush past him but a hand on my arm stopped me.

“Kitten” I heard the rough rasp of his voice

“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped, trying hard to keep my voice light.

“Now, do not be rude” He muttered when I turned to face him.

I scoffed at this.

Me rude? This man had a very ill concept of what he thought rude considering the fact that he had walked out on me just now.

“I should be the one telling you not to be rude, don’t you think?” I glared at him.

“Have we met?” His eyes darkened at me.

He appeared pretty confused at my reaction towards him

“What the fuck are you doing? What is the meaning of…”

“Let us all be seated, ladies and gentlemen” The voice of the host, my father interrupted me.

I tried to remove my hand from his but he stubbornly held on.

“Is there somewhere we can talk?” He asked me.

“I don’t think I have anything to say to…”

I yelped when he pulled me to himself and began walking with me, dragging me along.

I did not want to fight him so as not to draw attention to us. The last thing I needed was my father or mother wanting to know what the fuck I was doing with the guest.

He continued walking with me until we got in front of the dressing rooms.

He tried the lock to my room first while I said nothing, pushing it open and pulling me inside.

“Let go of me, you fucking…” I snapped.

“Language, kitten or I might be forced to punish you” He drawled.

The obscenities I had been about to mutter dried up in my throat.

Why the fuck was he staring at me like that?

Had he forgotten just now how he left me here? How he rejected me and what the…

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice calmer now.

I could hear the thudding of my heart and my head felt pretty light. It would seem the liquor I had earlier was kicking in.

“I want to fuck you, kitten” He said as matter of fact, the corner of his lips stretching into a smile.

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the door. It did not help that his words had turned me on more than I wanted to admit and had weakened my knees.

“I am leaving” I muttered.

“No, you are not” I heard him say right before he spun me around, his mouth crashing to mine.

I want to tell you that I fought him off with everything in me because what more shame could a girl take in a day but I did not.

I melted against him, the very same man who had rejected me.

I let him kiss me and I kissed him back with the same fervour.

There was something different about him though, he was rougher, more carnal. He touched me without caring about the party going on outside… without thinking that someone could walk in on us at any moment.

“You taste like sin” He groaned, caressing my hair and pulling it backward with one sweep of his fingers.

His eyes were dark and his lips red from kissing me… his hooded gaze remained on my face and then he reached for my dress.

I heard it tear, slipping away to pool around my feet.

“Exquisite” He drawled, his eyes on my breasts.

My throat clamped close and my chest heaved with effort.

“No panties? Naughty girl” He murmured, slapping two fingers down there.

“But you…”

I was unable to complete my statement before he flipped me over one shoulder, carrying me to the bed.

He dropped me on my back, spreading my legs wider for his preview.

“I am going to devour you now, kitten” He murmured in that low tone, searing me with a glance before his head lowered and a loud gasp escaped my throat.

I slapped a hand to my mouth to stop myself from screaming as the sensations of his tongue ricocheted up my spine, down my legs settling into my toes which curled in pleasure.

He rose to his feet after some minutes, reached for his pants which he discarded to the far end of the room and then he flipped me over on my knees, one hand coming to circle my throat.

“You are permitted to scream to your heart’s content, kitten” He growled in my ear.