"I'm sorry, willow. I'm sorry," his tone was full of regret. "Are you? Do you-do you even love me?" I sobbed, throwing more and more stuff at the bag, not even looking at what the items are anymore. "What? Why would you even say that?!" "Because that man who just fucking shouted at me out there didn't seem like he didn't!" I yell, digging my nails back into the bloody crescents that I previously stamped into my palms. I knew what I was saying wasn't true. I knew he loved me. But the toxic part of me wanted him to feel so guilty and bad for getting mad at me that I didn't care anymore. "I do love you. I love you more than anything," he pleaded as he walked into the room, but I shook my head. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going back to Ralph. To someone I can trust." I knew the last part was a low blow, but I Couldn't stop myself. He went quiet, and I continued grabbing my things around the room, ignoring his presence. Once I deemed my bags packed', I pushed past him out the be
The car ride back to the house was silent. I got out of the car without a word, slamming the door. Guilty of being mean to Jake immediately overcame me, but I didn't turn back. I couldn't even look at him right now. The lights were off, which meant that Dameon wasn't home yet. I was too tired to shower, so I just washed my face and put ice on my eyes to reduce the swelling and erase the evidence that I had been crying. 30 minutes later I looked completely fine. At least on the outside. I fell asleep on the couch, tired from everything that happened. I wake up to Dameon's keys in the door. He was home! Thank goodness. He was just what I needed after this terrible day. I smiled sleepily, holding my arms out for him as he came in, and he immediately dropped his stuff on the floor to come to me. "How's my pretty baby?" he coos, kneeling down to kiss me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips back into his. "Good," I lied when we pulled away, "How was your work?" H
WARNING: SEXUAL SCENE He sat on the bed and I on his lap, straddling his thighs as we made out, completely lost in one another. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and I moaned, tangling my hands in his hair. I was already so wet,grinding my lower body against his own,which is rock hard against me. This Made him groan into my mouth and it was the hottest sound ever, leading me to do it again and again and again. He lost it, flipping us over and pinning me to the bed, putting his body between my willfully spread thighs. His tongue pushed past my lips again and it made me crazy for him, wrapping my thighs around his waist to get as much contact as I could.The kiss deepened, He rolled his hips into me as the force of his lips on mine increased, hot and heavy. I made a noise of arousal into his mouth, fighting back against his only to be dominated once again. "You taste so fucking good," he said,as if he was drunk on me, lust-filled eyes on my swollen lips as I panted, trying
"Where are we going?" I asked. "It's a surprise," he said, grinning to himself, obviously excited about whatever he was going show me. When we reached our destination, I didn't know what to expect. He parked the car and we got out, but I was confused. We were In a neighborhood with just a few houses. But he took me by the hand and led me to one of them. It was two stories but small, and it looked really cozy with the deep brown paneling and dark tinted windows. "Are we visiting someone?" I asked. He shook his head, pulling me to him and wrapping an arm around my waist as we both faced it. "This is my house." My eyes widened. "What?!" "I bought it…I can't live at the packhouse forever, you know. I just wanted my own space.” "T-that's amazing! I'll be able to visit you more easily too!" "Baby," he had a knowing smile on his face, "I want you here. With me." My jaw dropped, the proposal taking me by surprise. "What? Me??" "No, that cricket on the ground," he said sarcastically
SIX MONTHS LATER LILLIANA’S POV The strikes kept coming, left, right, left, right. I tried my best to avoid as much as I could, but soon enough, I couldn’t keep up, and one of them made contact, hitting me across the field, my body making a loud oomph as it landed on the floor. “You alright there Lil?” Erik asked from his side on the field where he was watching the sparring. “I’m good,” I responded breathlessly, jumping to my feet and dusting myself off. I resumed my fighting stance and approached my sparring partner again. This time I was careful to stand more firmly on my feet. The sparring continued for quite some time and I had managed to land my own strikes, though not enough to send her flying, and I managed to not be sent flying again. “Alright enough!” Erik called out, “It’s meal time. You can head on to eat.” I started to gather my things, when a shadow fell across me, it was Erik. He was staring me down, looking at me like he could not believe what he was looking at.
Back at the residence, the White Sea pack had so kindly provided for us, I lugged a drunk Clarke into bed. “Gosh, you are heavy,” I said with a groan as I dropped him on the bed. “I am n-not heavy.” He slurred, “I am light as a feather.” “Sure you are buddy.” I patted his shoulder, then made my way to the bathroom to wash off the scent of alcohol that clung to my clothes. I got out of my clothes and stood in front of the mirror that hung over the sink, my eyes darted across my torso, lingering slightly in the scar that ran diagonally down my chest, starting from my right shoulder to my left hip. It was not a scar I liked to look at as the memories it brought back were far too annoying for me to deal with. It wasn’t a macho male type of thing, I simply was not ready to handle everything that would come if I decided to unpack the emotions that the scar brewed up within me. I stepped into the shower and set the water temperature to high and I turned it on. Soon, steam started to fil