Page 57 of Twisted Bonds
"Your heart? What about it?"
My own heart begins to thump harder as I wait for her to say whatever it is she's trying to say. It's already broken in two, and each half seems to be beating with different rhythms. I know it's not the case, but it's what it feels like. When Ryan doesn't say anything else, the beating starts to die down, and I turn to head upstairs, but then, her words stop me, and I snap my head her way once again.
"Say that again…"
Ryan finally turns and faces me, her face soaked in tears. "It's only ever yours…"
Thirty-Two
Ryan
He's not understanding what I'm saying. My wanting him to go and find his happiness has nothing to do with me not loving him. It's tearing me apart to tell him to go, but it will kill me if I hold him back from finding happiness. I thought maybe we could have our lives back, but we may be too broken, each of us going through our own hell.
I did go through a lot, but he is right about one thing, I wasn't locked behind bars like he was. Well, not that kind, anyway. I think back to my cage in Sergio's room. How he kept me in it at first, and then whenever he was in the mood to have hispetwith him. How The way he would shove a kitty or puppy tail attached to a plug in my ass and make me wear the ears—I was made to eat and drink like one, too.
"Now, poppet, be a good puppy and come to your master," he'd say whenever he was in the mood. "I want my little bitch in heat. Are you in heat, poppet?"
"Arf, arf!" It was always the answer I would give him, no matter what.
"That's a good bitch," he'd say as he opened his pants. He'd grab me by the waist and plunge into me without mercy. "Fuck, poppet—so tight."
It was always uncomfortable at first because my ass was already full of the plug in it. I was made to bark and howl throughout, and when he was done, he would parade me around the house with his cum dripping down my thighs. Marking his territory was always a must for him, and showing itoff, even if it was just to his brothers, was a high that he craved. Eventually, I started looking forward to those times because I felt wanted. I know it's fucked up, but I wasn't sure that I was ever going to get out of there or if it was just a dream that I held onto.
Footsteps on the stairs draw me back to the present as three words echo in my head, and I repeat them softly, "Only ever yours…"
"Say that again…" Beau's voice is hoarse as he demands this of me.
I turn, knowing I'm a crying mess, but it no longer matters. Lifting my hand to my chest, I repeat myself so I'm clear, "It's only ever yours."
"What about my father? How can you say those words when you claim to love him, too?"
"You're right, I do love him, but I've never given him my whole heart like I have you. If I have to choose, it will always be you, Beau. But I'm no longer good for you. You deserve to be happy…"
I watch as he flies down the stairs. "Fuck that, Ryan. What I need is you and only you!"
Grabbing me by my upper arms, Beau hauls me against his chest and crashes his mouth over mine. One of his arms then snakes around my waist while he grabs my hair in the other and keeps me from going anywhere. It's not like he has to, because I melt the moment his lips touch mine. I knew this would happen the moment he tried kissing me again, just like that first night, and I was trying so hard to remain distant, but I can't anymore.
I fist his shirt and open my mouth for his intrusion. The taste of spearmint is still ever present. We stand here for a while, letting our tongues tangle before he rips his mouth away just to show my jawline and neck the same attention. Grabbing my ass, he lifts me, but he doesn't go far before he drops me onto the couch.
The heat in his green gaze has my center tingling. "I can't do it, Ryan. I can't walk away from you—from us. I fucking need you…"
He doesn't ask me permission before ripping open my jeans and sliding them down my body. "Beau…"
I'm not sure why I said his name, but he must think I'm going to protest, which is the furthest thing from my mind. That's okay, though. Because he assumes that's what I'm going to do, he growls, and an angered look comes over his face.
"No, I'm going to remind you who you belong to Ryan." He doesn't bother lifting my shirt over my head; he just tears it open, exposing my plainwhite bra. He buries his face between my breasts as he pinches and pulls at my nipples as soon as he has them pulled up and out of their cups. "I've missed these tits—my tits!" He reaches up and grips my jaw. "I'm going to fuck them, too, Ry-Ry. I'm going to leave a trail of my cum from that pretty fuckable mouth all the way down to this sopping wet cunt." He slips his hand between my legs, pushing aside my panties and thrusting his finger into me.
"Oh, God…yes, Beau."
He called me Ry-Ry. I told him long ago that it reminded me of his bullying days, and it does, only now…it also turns me on. I want him to bully me, and I want him to hurt me. I know he has it in him, because he's done it before.
"You're fucking soaked. Do you know what it's been like for me the past two years, only having the memory of this pussy and not being able to sink inside it? Then to see that my father was fucking it…" He scowls momentarily. "Take my cock out, Ry-Ry. I'm not waiting anymore."
My fingers fumble as I try to unhook the button on his jeans. I cry out when he thrusts another finger into me and goes deep. I'm panting so hard by the time I have his length in my hand that I can already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
"Go ahead, Ry-Ry, feedyourcock intomycunt…"
"Your fingers…"
