RECAP (VOLUME ONE)
As I was slowly walking down the street, I noticed a black Audi car repeatedly appearing at every intersection. Despite my attempts to avoid them, I found myself unable to shake them off. Fearing for my safety, I decided to hide behind a nearby street corner and let out a deep sigh of relief as I saw the black Audi zooming off in the opposite direction.
Out of nowhere, an unexpected voice startled me from behind.
"Are you looking for me, Grey?"
I was about to shout at the person, but the person stopped me by covering my mouth with his palm. To my surprise, I recognized the person—it was Sinister. As soon as he realized that I knew him, he removed his hand.
Sinister then forcibly pinned me against the wall and pushed my legs away with his knees while brushing up against me.
"I missed you so much it almost killed me."
As he leaned in, his lips met mine with an intense force, and his tongue eagerly explored my mouth in a sensual dance. At that moment, his delicious taste filled my senses, but his lack of restraint made it hard to catch my breath. To bring the kiss to an abrupt end, I bit down on his bottom lip with considerable force, and he eventually withdrew from our passionate embrace, allowing me to catch my breath once again.
"What exactly are you doing here? So, what do you expect from me now that we've broken up?" I said hesitantly.
He burst out laughing.
"I didn't talk to you; does that mean I'm leaving? I'm not leaving you, not even in your dreams. You will always be mine."
"I hate you." As I struggled to hold back my tears, I couldn't help but think about how he lied to me about Veronica. He had taken a break from our relationship because of her. Suddenly, he wants me back, but I find it hard to comprehend why his actions have changed so quickly. Is his love for me genuine or is he just playing games?
I'm left feeling confused and unsure about his true intentions, especially since he only seems to treat me well when he wants something in return and then disregards me like trash afterward. This whole situation is complicated and leaves me with more questions than answers.
"Yeah, I love you too, Grace."
He wouldn't let me speak. I was sobbing uncontrollably. He's not paying attention; he's just hugging me. I tried to push him away as he licked my tears.
"I want to kiss you, Grace."
He grabbed my hands and pressed them against his manhood.
"I think I'm going to burst. Please help me, Grace," he said quietly, burying his head in my neck. "I'm giving you two options: Option 1—we bang it out here once, or Option 2—we go home and do it until the morning."
"Are you crazy or out of your mind? If someone saw us, they would immediately call the cops. Please don't act like an idiot." I emphasized with a stern tone.
"Until morning," he stated as he took hold of my hand and led me to the identical Audi car that I had seen a few moments ago.
It dawned on me that he was the one trailing me all along, and it made me curious as to how many Audi cars he had in his possession.
How the hell did I end up in this car?
I was supposed to be done with him.Done with the tears.Done with the therapy sessions.Done with questioning whether I was enough for someone who never saw me standing right in front of him.
And yet... here I am. Sitting in his stupid black Audi. At 12:09 a.m.Like I'm in some twisted loop I can't crawl out of.
I didn't even agree to this, not really. One second I was pushing him away, yelling at him to stop acting like a lunatic in public — and the next? I was walking beside him, hand in hand, like some hypnotized idiot. Like nothing ever happened. Like I hadn't spent weeks falling apart because of him.
Why am I like this?
Why do I let him treat me like I'm disposable and then let him kiss me like I'm oxygen?
He ignored me for days—pretended like I didn't exist. Like I was the one who hurt him. And now, he shows up again, out of nowhere, all wild-eyed and intense, and suddenly I forget everything?
God, I wish I could hate him. I wish I really could.
But something inside me won't let go. Maybe it's stupid. Maybe it's the part of me that's still clinging to the version of him I first fell for—the version I thought was real.
Still, part of me is screaming:Grace, don't get in that car. Don't you dare.
But I did.I got in.
And now I'm sitting here, heart pounding, hands trembling, wondering if I'm about to make the same mistake all over again.
And worst of all?
I'm not sure I even care.
As soon as we reached his house, he hurriedly unlocked the door and ushered me inside. I walked in first and he followed closely behind, grabbing me by the neck and planting a rough yet incredibly passionate kiss on my lips.
After closing the door behind us, he lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist, the heat between us intensifying. We were completely consumed by the moment and couldn't get enough of each other. We made our way hastily to his bedroom.
As I lay there, on my back Sinister, pinned my hands above my head with one much stronger hand. He began planting soft kisses on my earlobes, each one sending shivers down my spine as he playfully nibbled and licked the tender skin in between.
I couldn't help but let out hushed gasps of pleasure as he gradually made his way down to my collarbone, where he sucked and bit aggressively, leaving behind a visibly purple hickey as evidence of his passion. Not content with just one, Sinister moved to the other side of my neck, where he repeated his actions and left an identical mark, marking me as his.
Sinister's hands were exploring my body, and his fingers found their way under my t-shirt. He moved his hand toward my bra and gripped my nipple tightly, causing me to feel both pain and pleasure. He then pulled my t-shirt higher, exposing more of my skin to him. Sinister kissed the top of my breasts, leaving behind several dark hickeys. I watched him intently as he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and husky
"I'm going to explore every inch of your body." His words sent shivers down my spine. He proceeded to undress me, leaving me entirely exposed to his sight. He knelt before me, causing me to involuntarily squeeze my thighs tightly. Noticing my nervousness, he ran his fingers down my legs before opening them.
"Don't be shy," he said in a playful tone. Deliberately arousing me, he parted my legs, preparing to trail a line of kisses upwards from my knees to my most intimate area. I let out a small whimper as he gave me a long, slow lick.
His movements became more intense as he began to suck and tease my clitoral area, while simultaneously rubbing in a circular motion with his two fingers. My excitement and desire grew with every passing moment as he explored my sensitive areas. I found myself grabbing onto a handful of his hair in response. Sinister let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, showing his amusement.
He chuckled at me as he continued to pleasure me with his fingers at a moderate pace. Sinister smirked at the lascivious expression on my face. He groaned against my intimate areas and began to move his fingers more quickly, causing me to curse under my breath.
"You taste amazing," he whispered while moving his tongue up and down my lips. Sensing my nearing climax, he increased the speed of his two fingers, and as my grip on his hair tightened, I threw my head back in ecstasy. Although I was hesitant to admit it, the pleasure I was experiencing was overwhelming. Suddenly, Sinister stopped what he was doing and withdrew his fingers.
He pulled down his sweats, and his boxers "if you close your eyes now I am going to make you fold your arms behind your back so take a good look at me fucking you," he demanded. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel myself becoming aroused. Sinister got on his knees in front of me.
I felt his tip brush against my folds. Sinister knelt in front of me. His tip brushed against my folds. He slammed into me without warning, causing me to gasp. He didn't even give me time to adjust the length of his grip on my hips before thrusting into me at full force. As he looked down, watching himself slide in and out of me, I moaned at the unexpected attack.
"You're fucking tight," he grumbled.
As I was holding on to Sinister's back tightly, he lowered his head towards me, and his lips met mine while he continued to thrust inside me. His lips moved across my cheek and down to my jaw, creating painful bruises on my skin.
Even though I tried to keep my eyes open, I couldn't resist closing them as he took me. This wasn't the first time I had been intimate with Sinister, but this encounter was different - it felt like I was on the brink of death.
He went deeper and deeper, showing me no mercy, and making me feel like I was at his mercy. With each thrust, he continued to act like a monster, taking me over and over again.
"Sin slow down pl-" I tried talking.
"Fuck, say my name again" He uttered under his breath and moved his attention to my neck and started nibbling on it. As he stood up again, he grabbed my thighs and slid himself inside me, causing me to clench around his hard length.
"Say my name again," he pleaded, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. Despite being overwhelmed with passion, I managed to call out his name "Sin" before I lost all control and let my moans take over. He kept thrusting until he finally reached his peak and moaned out "Shit."
"I already cautioned you, baby, not to close your eyes," he said as he reached for a tie from the drawer next to the bed. He then turned me around and firmly secured my hands with the tie while commanding me to "lift your hips." As he re-entered into me from behind, he grabbed me and pulled me towards him.
With my hands tied behind my back, I struggled to maintain my balance. He continued to have his way with me, causing me to reach orgasm multiple times. The intensity of the experience left me breathless and helpless.
With each passing moment, the sensations grew stronger, making it harder for me to resist. Despite my predicament, I couldn't help but enjoy the pleasure he was giving me.
I can hardly recollect my last memory as I fainted multiple times during that ordeal. I am unable to differentiate between what was real and what was just a figment of my imagination since each time I regained consciousness, I was mercilessly railed by sinister while clinging to him and crying and begging.
It was a vicious cycle of passing out from exhaustion and waking up to pain and pleasure while sinister that the bastard didn't know how to stop.