Page 282 of When We Fall: Part Two
I cried out as he forced his way into my pussy, his warm breath on my skin as he pumped in and out of me. It felt good. So good. I let my eyes roll back as he plowed into me and didn’t fight it.
“I haven’t been able to make love to you in months.Fucking months.And I get to hear about you fucking someone else? After our promises?” He slammed into me, making me moan.
I was so wasted, I didn’t know what I wanted in that moment. All the heartache at missing him and the guys poured throughme. I was fine until I saw them, and then it was like the wound was split open and all the pain was exposed again.
“Cole. Please,” I choked out.
“No. Fucking no,” he husked out in my ear, his voice trembling as he fucked into my body. “You’re mine. You swore it. I fucking swore it.”
I came, hating that I was reacting this way to him, but loving that he could still make me.
He moved faster, tugging my head back, his lips still at my ear. I couldn’t do this. I fought against him, but he only took us to the floor where he flipped me onto my back before shoving into me again, a manic look in his pretty eyes.
He wasn’t himself. He was drunk. High. Angry. Hurting.
He tore my dress as he tried to tug the top down, exposing my breast.
Leaning in, he bit it hard, making me scream at the pain it brought.
He sucked against my neck. My shoulder. My breasts. Anywhere he could.
“I’ll fucking mark you. Tear you fucking apart,” he choked out. “Let him fuck you knowing I’ve been here. Fucking goddamnit, Rosalie! Why? Fucking why? I love you. I fucking love you!”
I moaned as I came again, my body trembling beneath his. Cole was always good in bed. The floor of a dirty club was apparently no exception.
He followed, his cock twitching deep inside me, his body shuddering as he slowed his movements until he was still.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you this way to make you mine forever? Just like last time?” he wept softly, his forehead pressed to mine.
My heart cracked. He was talking about us being pregnant with our blossom.
I didn’t move beneath him as he cried softly, his tears dampening my face. And I couldn’t hold my own tears back, so I let them run free from my eyes.
“I-I love you,” he said. “And I can’t fucking have you, but fuck, do I want you. Forever.” He sobbed softly again. “I-I’m sorry.Fuck.I’m sorry. I-I don’t know how to exist without you. S-She doesn’t mean shit to me. Not like you, Rosebud. No one will ever be you.”
“Please let me go,” I choked out, my chest aching with my heartbreak. “Stop doing this to me. Stop. You let me go, Cole. To be with someone else. Please… please just stop.Let me go. I am begging you to please stop. You left me. You fucking left me!”
He stared down at me, his lips trembling, his tears free-falling.
“I fucking know what I did,” he said fiercely. “I live with it every fucking day of my life. But not him, Rosalie. Please. You are free from this life, so why run to a man like him? Why?”
“Because he fucks me like he’s going to stay,” I said in a fierce hiss, all my anger pouring out. “He is a man, not a boy playing pretend. He doesn’t lie, cheat, or steal from me. He doesn’t break my heart! He makes me feel seen! Like I finally fucking have a choice!”
Cole let out a bitter laugh, still impaled inside my body. “Yeah? Well, guess what, Rosebud? I’m going to kill him tonight. Hope you told him goodbye.”
He pulled free from my body before I could say anything and had his dick back inside his pants and was out the door before I could even roll over.
I crawled to the toilet and threw up, my head spinning from having drunk too much.
I had to get to Klaus. I made my way back to the sink and rinsed my mouth before stumbling to the door, my vision doubled, and knowing I had way too much to drink.
In fact, I felt a little drugged.
I blinked rapidly as I tried to keep my head from spinning. Klaus wasn’t at our table, so I stumbled out the back door, my hand against the cool bricks.
“K-Klaus?” I called out, feeling weak and strange. “Klaus?”
“There you are,” a voice cooed as I fell against a warm, hard body.
