Page 8 of Ravage
The words replay in my mind on a loop, racking my anxiety up even higher. “Who did I move in with?” I ask out loud to the empty apartment, hoping that just maybe something or someone will answer back with what I desperately need to know.
The front door opening and shutting pulls me out of my endless internet scrolling; various “For Rent” ads litter my screen. A notepad sits next to me that I’ve scribbled a few of them down on, along with the contact information. I look over at the clock and see the 6:10 flashing back in red, alerting me to the fact that I’ve been sitting in bed almost all day long. A knock at my door startles me, and I slam my laptop closed. “Sloane, you in there?” Kole’s deep voice asks from the other side, chills rolling over my skin in waves. My hands clutch my laptop tighteron my lap. “Sloane?” His voice comes again with another knock, more persistent than the last.
“Y-y-yeah?” I stutter out, my throat going dry with nerves.
“Oh good, you’re home. I ordered dinner; it will be here in ten minutes. Why don’t you come out to the living room?” I cringe at his request, not knowing what to say because this is a lose-lose situation no matter how you spin it.
“No thank you, can you just leave my food outside of my door and I’ll grab it?” The silence on the other side of the door is deafening, but the click of the lock disengaging is scarier. The door swings open, and Kole stands in the doorway still clad in his work scrubs. One hand is on his hip while the other rests on the door jamb above his head, and the look on his face is deadly.
“I know I formed it as a question, but in reality you didn’t actually have a choice. Now, come join me in the living room, Sloane.” I gulp at his words, his voice depending on the command. I get up from the bed slowly and start to walk towards the door. “Stop! What the fuck are you wearing?” He’s in front of me in a flash, grabbing ahold of the hem of my T-shirt and tugging on it. “This is not what I laid out for you.” I push his hands away and side-step him, heading towards the door again, but my moment of badassery comes to a swift halt as I’m pulled back against a hard chest. One of his hands is wrapped up in the long strands of my hair, while the other one holds me against him, his scent wafting into my nose. Woodsy with a touch of dry gin and suffocating anger. “Take it off.” He growls out, pulling at my T-shirt again. I slap at his hands trying to pull away, but all it gets me is several strands of my hair pulled out of my scalp.
“No! I’m comfortable in this; what’s wrong with it?” I screech out at him through a strained voice.
“What’s wrong with it? Look at it, Sloane! You look like you’ve been living on a park bench for weeks. Did you evenbother to wash your hair today?” He tugs on my hair to really hit his point home.
“I-I-I.” My brain can’t seem to form real words when he’s around, and the worst part is that he’s right. I didn’t bother to wash my hair today, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I-I-I.” He mocks me in a high-pitched voice. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin while I rack my brain on what to do now. Usually I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a handsome man’s arms, but something about Kole makes me want to run far, far, away. “Take it off.” He repeats like a parrot in my ear, and all I do is shake my head no, which was far from the right answer. He pulls me with him as he walks towards the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him, and pushes me into the shower stall. I’m so shocked that I just stand there gaping at him. “What did I tell you last night about that pretty mouth of yours?” His words hit me right in my core as images of last night float through my mind. I snap my mouth shut and cross my arms over my chest.
“What do you want, Kole?” I ask with an eye roll.
“I want you to take that abominable outfit off.”
For a moment I actually think about indulging him and removing my clothes, but then I decide, what’s the fun in that? If I’m going to be humiliated, I might as well go balls to the wall with it. “No thanks.” I give him my sweetest smile and lean up against the shower wall.
“You sure about that?” His words are threatening, making my heart skip a beat.
“Oh yeah, I’m more than sure. I’m keeping them on Kole, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” I yell at his face and heave out a laugh after but stop short when Kole’s toned chest is standing before me. He tosses his scrub top into the corner of the bathroom, and his bottoms quickly follow, leaving him in his black boxer briefs. His muscles ripple, and the V on his abdomen has awoken my traitorous pussy. “What are youdoing!” I screech out as he steps into the shower, closing the glass door behind him, locking us both into this confined space. When the door closes, it’s as if it cut off all the remaining air in here, making my chest tighten as I flatten my back against the wall. “Get out.” I mumble, my fingers clutching at the cold tiles.
“No.” His feet slap against the tiles as he advances towards me, stopping when the tips of our toes are touching. I scrunch my toes up to try and get away from him, praying that the wall will swallow me up whole. I can feel the heat emanating off of his bare chest as the muscles ripple, his biceps bunching when he places his hands on the wall next to my head, caging me in. “Do as you’re told, Sloane. I would really hate to break you this early in the game, my Sweet Obsession.” His words send an ominous shiver down my spine, my body trembling against the wall, threatening to to crumple to the floor.
“W-what are you talking about?” His head is tilted down, our eyes meeting, his full of promise of what’s to come, which is opposite to my confused one. “Just let me leave.” My hands come up to push at his chest, but he doesn’t even budge.
His eyes get darker, and his tongue clucks on the roof of his mouth. “Why are you so stubborn? This could have gone a whole different way…” His words drift off, mixing with the pounding in my ears. His hands are on my shirt, tearing it down the middle in a flash, stunning me speechless. I don’t get knocked out of my frozen state until he starts to reach for my pants.
“Stop!” My scream ricochets off the bathroom walls, pinging around inside my brain. My hands slap at his own, trying to push him away, but it just makes him laugh. “Kole, seriously, this isn’t funny!” He’s already ripping my pants down my legs to pool around my ankles, where he steps on them with his foot, leaving me standing there in my underwear and my breasts bare to his viewing pleasure. “Give me my clothes, Kole.” My words end in a whimper, tears starting to pool at the edges of my eyes, and I trydesperately to hold them back. “P-please.” A soft sob comes from my lips along with a sniffle, and his eyes track the tears that are streaking down my cheeks.
“Fuck… Why did you have to go and ruin it for?” He sounds so disappointed, and the frown on his face echoes his words. My arms cross over my chest trying to shield myself from his view, and he just rolls his eyes at my actions.
“What did I ruin? Because from my point of view,youare the one ruining things.” My tears continue to flow down my cheeks, mixing with the blush that is rising up my chest from embarrassment.
“Goddammit, Sloane, stop crying!” He screams into the small confines of the shower, slamming his hands against the tiles beside my head. It gives him the opposite of what he wants, and my tears flow harder, sobs getting stuck in my throat. I feel something warm and wet slide across my cheek, and I reel to the side when I see Kole’s tongue licking my tears from my skin. “Your tears taste as good as they look. Is your pussy crying for me too?” His gruff whisper shocks my senses, and my thighs try to rub together involuntarily, but his leg that's still between them prevents that. His other hand reaches down, cupping my pussy through my underwear, making me whimper. I know exactly what he’s going to find, and it makes me feel ashamed because this is sowrong.“Looks like that good girl exterior you want everyone to see is all a facade.” His chuckle vibrates through me like it’s connected directly to his hand. He pushes his palm harder against me pulling a gasp from my lips. He leans back into my ear, nipping at it with his teeth, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin, and whispers, “Next time I tell you to do something, you do it with no hesitation. If you don’t…” I can feel his lips curl up into a cruel smile against my skin before he continues, “Then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you forget that you hated me in the first place.” He leansback, his eyes still filled with a raging fire that I don’t know what to do with. He pats my cheek like I’m some pet and leaves me in the shower alone to wade through the massive pile of shit he dropped me into.
This obsession with Sloane is starting to get out of hand. Part of me just wants to toss her out on her ass, but a larger part of me wants to keep her here just because I can. I don’t know what it is about her, but Ineedher in every way possible. A groan slips from my lips as her taste still lingers on my tongue, her tears were the perfect mix of salty and sweet, and her whimpers went straight to my cock. I wasn’t joking with my parting threat to her, and I have a feeling that I’ll be able to uphold that promise soon. The doorbell rings, jolting me from my thoughts,my feet padding against the carpet as I rip the door open to find some nerdy man standing on the other side with a white bag dangling from his hands. His eyes go wide when he sees me standing there shirtless, and it makes me smirk that even men find me attractive. “Thanks.” I say, reaching for the bag and pushing a five-dollar bill into his waiting hand. Hisyou're welcomecomes through the muffled door while I make my way back to the living room. “Sloane!” I shout towards her door with a roll of my eyes. Her door opens up tentatively, and after a few long seconds I hear her lightly walking towards me.
When she rounds the corner, I am actually pleased with what I see. Her body is covered in a frilly baby pink dress that complements her skin tone. Ruffle lace runs along the edges of the fabric that swishes around her thighs while she walks. She takes a seat on the couch opposite me and places her hands in her lap, watching me while I dish out our dinner. Placing small mounds of the chicken curry and rice on her plate before handing it to her with a fork. Her face screws up in disgust while she stares at the food sitting on her plate. At that moment I decide I’m going to do something that I swore to myself I wouldn’t do again. “Do you not like chicken curry?” I ask Sloane with a questioning expression.
She visibly gulps before looking up at me with fear deep in her eyes. “I just don’t like rice.” She says softly. I nod my head and pretend to think for just a moment before answering her.
“Do you like smoothies?” She tilts her head and eyes me with suspicion before nodding her head. “Strawberry and banana okay?” I ask while I grab her plate from my hand. She nods again with a smile on her face this time. “Perfect, give me just a few minutes.” I set her plate on the counter before grabbing all the makings for her smoothie. Tossing each ingredient into the blender along with a little something extra. Once everything is combined, I pour it into a large glass and grab her a strawbefore heading back to the living room with a smile on my face. “Here you go. I expect for you to drink all of this since you won’t be eating the meal that I ordered in for us.” She nods enthusiastically as she grabs ahold of the glass and takes a tentative sip, moaning at the taste when it hits her tongue.
Her eyes about bug out of her head as she watches me, sipping deeply on the straw, making my smile even wider. “Kole, this is amazing! What did you put in it?” She asks, eyeing me and the smoothie in her hands.
“I just put the fruit, some orange juice, and ice in it. Nothing special, but I’m glad that you like it. Drink up.” Sloane gives me another smile before diving back into her smoothie. We sit in silence until her straw starts gurgling in the glass to alert me that she’s finished it all. I try my best to not show her just how giddy I am at the fact that she drank it all and is in for a fun night this evening. Her eyes start to droop, and she lets out a big yawn, which is probably the cutest thing I’ve seen her do since she’s been here. “Why don’t you head to bed? You look tired, and it’s been a long day.” She gets shakily to her feet and starts to take the glass towards the kitchen, and I stop her in her tracks. “I got the dishes tonight; you just go to sleep.” I take the glass gently from her hands and usher her off down the hall. When she gets to her bedroom door, she swings around to look at me her mouth opening and closing like she wants to say something. “Yes?” I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow.
“Thank you for dinner.” She says softly with a smile on her face before she disappears into her room.
I head over to the sink, dropping our dirty dishes into it and then going to scrape Sloane’s contents off her plate into the trash before dropping that into the sink as well. I get to work on washing the dishes, my nerves firing with excitement at each passing second. Once the dishes have been washed, dried, and put away, I set out towards Sloane’s room with nefariousintentions. Leaning my ear against the door, all I hear is the silence on the other side, and a smile tugs at my lips. Reaching out I twist the doorknob in my hand, chuckling slightly when it turns freely. The door swings open on silent hinges, bathing the room in the low light from the hallway. Sloane doesn’t even twitch as I approach the side of her bed, completely unaware of my intentions for her this evening. She’s sprawled out on her back haphazardly, still wearing the dress from dinner, almost as if she barely made it to the bed before passing out. “Sloane.” I whisper in her ear, testing the strength of the sedative I added to her smoothie. My fingers drift down the column of her neck towards the valley of her breasts. “You drive me crazy.” My words drift across her skin, eliciting goosebumps. I pinch her hardened nipple between my fingers, and a soft moan leaves her lips, but her eyes stay firmly shut.
