YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE MARRIED HIM

LOLA

"I want you"

I bit down harder on my lower lip, the cut of my teeth digging through the soft of my flesh, threatening to burst it open, but I didn't stop.

My lips could heal with ointments, but I would never be able to take back my words.

I had been in a situation with my father-in-law the last time I was in his room. He had made it clear that I shouldn't want him. 

Pushing it like this would get me in trouble with Eddy. Not just Eddy, Freddy too, and Connor would laugh it over.

My head banged with the intensity of a hammer slammed repeatedly against an iron bar, sparks flying in every direction, sparks that only meant trouble.

"Are you okay?" he asked in an open tone waiting for an answer, but I wouldn't even open my eyes.

"I will get you water," he finished, a scurry following.

My breathing became heavier.

I wasn't sure what would happen if he came closer to me, but it seemed like he had to if he wanted to hand me the water.

I felt a cold breeze, momentary, merciless against my skin. My stomach dipped when he took my hand in his.

"You're burning up, Lola," he acknowledged calmly.

My fingers were stiff as he dropped the glass of warm water into my palm, catching my fingers and pressing them tight against the cup.

He smelled like sweat and clean soap, a dangerous combination to what I felt at the moment.

"Drink up," he urged, pushing my hand gently up to my mouth.

As I drank from the glass, I struggled to keep my head straight, from imagining how better my mouth would have worked on his length.

My toes twitched against each other when his leg swiped lightly against mine.

I inhaled deeply, taking in the emotions that had pooled enormously in my stomach.

Exhaling shakily, I wanted just one thing — to fall back on the bed, spread my legs wide and dig through my rose, moaning to the scene the pleasure would fuel in my head.

I felt his breathing light against my face, and it fanned my arousal to a point where I couldn't take it anymore.

"You feel better?" he asked.

"I need to take my leave," I burst out, my breathing heavy like I had just finished a marathon.

I wasn't sure how much longer I would last alone with him, so urgently, I pushed off his hand as he tried to check my temperature and sprinted across the room for the door.

It was such a sudden dramatic pull. I expected him to be too stunned to speak and he was. Who wouldn't be?

By the time the door came shut after me, I was still scared of fighting my own emotions by going back in there and throwing myself shamelessly at my father-in-law.

I didn't waste more than a second on catching my breath before hurrying farther away, towards the stairs, my head banging to the open thoughts my crazy desires couldn't fill.

I just wanted to be sprawled flat, my p*ssy open to the cold as I eased the painful throbbing with my fingers, the object, whatever, because I was running out of breath and my orgasm wasn't helping.

My body toggled from corner to corner, sweat dripping down my stomach through the bridge between my br*asts.

My vision must have been blurry, because suddenly, I slammed into a figure, stopping abruptly in my tracks, my mind beating faster as I hoped it wasn't who I was thinking.

"Disgusting!" Eddy muttered casually but with a certain heaviness that hinted at how much he meant every beat of that word.

Standing face to face with Eddy at this moment was the worst timing I had ever had to experience.

I watched him give me a full gaze down, his eyes judging cruelly even before his mouth spoke.

"Excuse me," I muttered, narrowing my body to pass by his side as he was standing right in the middle of the staircase.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," he spoke again, the words dropping in my head like timer bombs about to be detonated.

"You think running your mouth to my father would save you?" 

Eddy stared down hard at me, his eyes glistening with pure disgust, one would wonder what I ever did for him to hate the sight of me this much.

I swallowed, forcing myself to be calm in front of this storm threatening to take me whole and merciless.

I couldn't deny that I didn't just come out of his father's room, but my mind was racing unbelievably fast, I felt my legs would give away if he mentioned something about how I felt.

"I need to be upstairs right now," I managed, biting down on my teeth right after.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," he fired, immediately rendering my efforts useless.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no word made it out of my thoughts.

Suddenly, my legs felt too weak to hold up my weight, I felt myself drowning, so I reached for the part of the railing closest to me and fell against it.

"Of course," Eddy said mockingly, throwing his hands demonstrating in the air.

"Even your own body is tired of you."

I was quiet, but my entire body shook with fear.

Eddy's words always dealt me a heavy pang, but he wasn't keeping it low, and I wasn't prepared for how messy it would get if Connor or Freddy heard him.

I wanted to keep my dignity, my confidence, with Connor and Freddy, at least, but Eddy was doing everything possible to bring me to dust.

"Shouldn't you be worried every time you wake up in this same state?" 

Tears jabbed at my eyelids, causing me to throw my head back. I would never cry in front of Eddy. Not again.

Instead, I allowed my weight to pull on my knees until they were pressing into the cold tiles of the sitting room.

"Please, Eddy. Don't do this," my voice was shaky, and my breathing clung to my throat.

"You deserve everything you are getting, Lola. You shouldn't have married me."

His voice was firm. His stance was final. I gagged for more air.

"But you can still save your pity a*s," his face lit up with a taunting smile.

"Connor isn't leaving soon. You still have a chance.”