Page 38 of The Boy I Loved
Clay’s voice was like a gunshot in the darkened silence. “You realize this is a punishment, Anya. Don’t you?”
“I’m sorry.” Her body shook with sobs, tears streaming down her muddled face. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll do better. Please?—”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that.”
Bile burned the back of my throat. Whatever she’d done, it didn’t warrant this. Nothing warranted this. But I couldn’t afford to have second thoughts, not when my sister’s life and innocence was on the line. A cold chill rushed through me, causing my balls to draw up even more than they had been.
I took my dick in my hand and slowly started pumping it. It didn’t seem to matter how much I stroked myself; nothing happened. So … I thought of Hazel—of her beautiful green eyes and bright smile. I thought of the soft sounds she made, and how she dragged her nails down my back. In no time, my cock began to twitch and steadily got harder and harder.
With hesitant movements, I reached for the girl on the mattress, but she quickly deflected, slapping my arms away.
“Anya,” Clay tsked. “This is why you’re in this mess in the first place.”
I reached for her again, guilt filling every crevice of my body. This time when she lashed out, I grabbed her arms, pulling them outwards. A strangled cry left her lips as she struggled against me, but she was too weak—too frail. The poor girl didn’t stand a chance.
“I have a family,” she pleaded. “Please. I-I just had a little boy five months ago.”
Her words slashed through me, causing my movements to falter. She was a mother. By the looks of it, she was a teen mom, too.
“We all have families,” Clay retorted with a hint of a warning in his tone. “It doesn’t make you special.”
Anya took advantage of my hesitation and kicked me in the abdomen. The impact barely did a thing other than surprise me.
“Don’t let her get away with that, Dominic. Show that fucking bitch who’s in charge.”
“What?” I asked, distracted as I lowered my knees onto the edge of the mattress. The bed was so thin; the floor pressed against me through the material.
“Hit her,” Clay snapped. “And hard.”
I quickly shook my head, remorse and regret flooding through me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t hit her. I couldn’t cause her even more pain.
“Hit her now and make it good, or I’ll make you beat the shit out of her. Got me?” His voice was thick with hostility, and I knew he meant every word.
My entire body trembled, and I hoped to whatever God was listening, that he couldn’t see it. I cocked my arm back and released, letting my knuckles connect with her cheekbone. Her head whipped to the side, strands of hair flying all around her as she cried out inpain. Her body slumped with defeat, giving me the chance to tug her down on the bed and to crawl on top of her.
Clay must have been satisfied, because he didn’t say anything else, just continued to observe from the distance.
Her body was cold to the touch as I pressed mine against her, using my hand to line my cock up with her entrance. She shuddered beneath me, small whimpers fleeing from her mouth, but she didn’t fight anymore. Her gaze caught on the bars, leading to another girl’s cell, and she just … stared—disassociating.
In one thrust, I was pushing inside of her, breathing out raggedly as she clenched around me automatically.
I fell to the bathroom floor, my knees hitting the tile with ferocity, sending sparks of pain through me. I didn’t understand why that one incident affected me so much, even to this day. I’d done far worse things and had even enjoyed some of it. Maybe it was because she was my first. Maybe it was because she’d been so young, so desperate. Hell … Maybe it was because Clay killed her as soon as I came in her. He’d said she was a lost cause, that she was too combative, and wouldn’t learn her place. It could even be because it was the moment I knew … there was never any going back.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HAZEL
Unease trickled through my veins,my mind torn between accepting his offer and making a run for it. It wasn’t like Ineededa ride—the walk back home wasn’t far away—but I couldn’t help but feel a little … on edge tonight.
Mason flashed me a dazzling white smile, his teeth shining through the darkness. “Don’t worry, H. I won’t bite.” He paused. “Unless you want me to.”
A chill swept down my spine, one that had nothing to do with the cool breeze. Goosebumps erupted along my arms, and I absently rubbed them, tearing my gaze away from the boy in the car and glancing around at my surroundings.
“I should be getting back home,” I murmured.
“You sure?” he countered. “There’s a small party taking place at Rodney’s.”
Rodney? I hadn’t even realized they knew each other, not like that at least. Why would Rodney invite me to be his date at a completely different event, but not at the one he was hosting?
