Page 100 of When We Fall: Part Two
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking breathe.
She straddled my lap, her hand on my dick as she guided me to her pussy.
Please. Fuck. PLEASE.
“N-No. P-Please don’t do this to me. Please. Please don’t. Stop. No,” I wept as she slid onto my dick, taking me fully inside her.
She let out a moan as she ground against me.
“No,” I repeated softly, desperately trying to escape her. There was nowhere to go. I was strapped in this fucking chair. No escape. None. “No. No. No. No.”
“Oh god, yes,” Celested moaned, moving faster on me. “He’s so big. Mm, fuck.” She rode me hard. Fast.
I wanted to be high. I wanted whatever drugs they’d been giving me. I knew it wasn’t an option, though, as I freaked out beneath her. Everett wanted me to be aware of this entire thing. He wanted me to feel it all because he knew. He fucking knew how much I loved Rosalie. He knew this would cause more damage than anything he had ever done to me.
And he was right.
I could feel myself breaking apart inside. Cracking. Crumbling. Each piece that fell away shattered as it hit the floor.
She came loudly.
I followed, nothing but self-loathing and disgust flowing through me as I hyperventilated through the entire thing. I’d dug my nails so deeply into my palms I could feel the blood trailing out. My wrists were cut to fuck and bleeding from fighting against my bindings the entire time.
This wasn’t right.
Rosalie, baby, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want this. I didn’t…
I didn’t even realize I was sobbing out Rosalie’s name the entire time Celeste was riding me.
If I thought she’d stop, I was wrong. She just kept fucking me after we came.
I was a goddamn mess. I was blubbering incoherently. I didn’t even know what I was saying past Rosalie’s name.
But I knew this was unforgivable.
I was fucking another woman.
It was over. Rosalie would leave me now. For good. Forever. Everything was over.
She wouldn’t want me.
I wouldn’t want her to want me.
It didn’t matter. I was never leaving here anyway.
The bite of a needle bit into my flesh, and all sensation and feelings washed away until I was nothing.
Until I was just a guy strapped to a chair, softly pleading no as a girl I hated fucked me and tried to make a baby.
Until I passed out because my body just gave up the fight.
At least I’d set Fox free. That was all that mattered now.
TWENTY-NINE
ROSALIE
I’d been home from the hospital for weeks now.
