“Sloan,” I say, my voice desperate. “Baby, stop. Stop letting him touch you like that, you don’t like it.”
I’m yanking my wrists so hard, attempting to break this fucking mantle, they start to bleed from the cuffs cutting into my skin.
She leans her head back until it’s resting on Luke’s shoulder, but she’s still staring down at me. “Remember the first time we had sex, Asa? The night you took my virginity?”
I shake my head, wanting her to shut up. That was special. Luke doesn’t need to hear about that from her, it’s mine. That night is mine to share. Good girls don’t talk like she’s talking right now.
His other hand presses flat against her stomach and begins slowly sliding down. She moans right in front of me.
Fucking sick fuck.
“I told you I wasn’t ready,” she says to me. “But when I woke up, you were on top of me.”
I shake my head. “Stop, Sloan. Don’t talk like this to me, baby. You don’t mean it.”
“Every time I think about that night, I throw up bile,” she whispers. “It fucking burns my throat every time I think about how you took something so special from me and treated it like it was yours to do with as you pleased.”
My eyes watch Luke’s hand as it disappears inside Sloan’s panties.
I feel stuff on my face. Wet shit. Tears. I’m gonna fucking kill him so slowly until he begs me to take his life.
“The day I found out you lied about Stephen’s care?” she says, moaning in between sentences. “I was so scared of you, I let you have sex with me that night. And I cried the entire time because it was the last place I wanted to be. You were the last person in the world I wanted touching me.”
She begins to stiffen beneath Luke’s hand.
Her arm goes up behind her and she snakes it around his neck. “I hate you, Asa. I hate you so fucking much.”
She spins around and leans against the couch, pulling Luke to her. She lets him kiss her while his hand is still inside of her.
I can’t fucking watch.
I turn my head.
“Open your eyes, Asa,” Luke says.
“Fuck you.”
I hear him march across the floor and then I feel him grab my hair. He bashes my head into the mantle behind me and holds it there until I look up at him.
“You’ll fucking watch or I’ll staple your goddamn eyes open,” he says.
He walks back over to Sloan and pulls her panties down to her ankles. She kicks them off.
I would turn away, but I still don’t believe she’ll do it. There’s no fucking way she would do this to me. She doesn’t have it in her.
Luke lifts her shirt until her breast is exposed, then he covers it with his mouth.
Oh, God
She won’t do it.
She won’t let him inside her.
She would never do that to me.
Sloan grabs his hair with both hands and says, “Fuck me, Luke. Fuck what’s yours now.”
I can’t breathe.
She reaches in his pants.
Puts him inside of her.
God. No.
“Luke,” she breathes.
No.
Baby, no.
My chest hurts.
Fuck.
Fuck.
No.
“God, Luke. Yes. Yes.”
No, no, no.
I’m dragging in breaths, trying to find enough to beg her to stop, but I can’t fucking speak.
I bash my head against the mantle behind me.
Once.
Make her stop.
Twice.
Make him stop.
“Oh, God,” she says. Her eyes meet mine. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.”
Three times.
Four times.
The physical pain doesn’t even come close to what she’s doing to me.
She wraps her arms around his neck. “I love you, Luke,” she lies to him.
Her teeth meet his shoulder when he says, “I love you too, baby.”
I bash my head again for the fifth time.
Sixth time.
She says, “I’ll love you forever, Luke. Only you.”
And then she fucking rips my heart out of my chest. She throws her head back and moans. Her whole body shakes like I’ve never seen it.
I want to die.
I hear him groaning. Groaning against her neck, buried inside of her, not even using a fucking condom. He’s tainting her. Ruining her.
I want to fucking die.
I close my eyes so I don’t have to see the aftermath. “Kill me,” I whisper. “Just fucking kill me.”
I hear sirens.
Fucking goddamit! The last thing I want to do is live with these visions in a fucking prison.
I open my eyes and they’re finished. Sloan is pulling her panties back on. “Fucking whore,” I say to her. “You fucking whore, just kill me.”
Sloan presses her lips to Luke one more time, and then she stands up straight, walking toward me. She bends down in front of me. I would reach out and strangle her, but I’m fairly certain I’ve lost too much blood to even lift my arms now.