“Continue,” he gritted.

“I talked to Jesse but I swear I didn’t know he was going to be there! I –” Slap.

“I didn’t ask for your excuses. Continue.”

“I let him touch me.” Slap! “Ahhh!”

My scream ripped through the air when he delivered that blow. It was firmer than the rest. I was heavily sobbing into his pant leg and the sheets as I tried to get away but a steel arm banded around my body, holding me in place. He sat still while I cried out my pain and continued to hold me down until I settled.

“Please. It hurts.” All the while I was moving I could feel his erection through his jeans. I couldn’t deny my own arousal but I couldn’t explain it either.

“What else did you do?” he whispered. His fingers were teasing my skin with a pinch ever now and then.

“I was going to tell Willow everything. I wanted to stop you.”

“And that, Monroe, is your greatest offense.”

He proceeded to spank me with hard, unyielding hits across my bottom. He didn’t stop. No matter how long or loud I screamed and begged; he wouldn’t stop. I realized that those licks from before were the prelude to what was to come. When he finally finished with me he shoved me off his lap and onto the floor. My entire body was flushed red and throbbing in pain. I could see the bed through blurry eyes and the sheets that had been ripped off by me. He stood up from the bed and walked over to the closet and pulled out my small duffel bag and started to fill them with clothing.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Like you’ve gone mad?”

“How does your ass feel Monroe?” The threatening look he gave me told me to shut up and shut up fast so I did. It’s cool. I can talk shit in my head.

He went to my dresser and started stuffing the bag with my undergarments. “If there is anything you need, I suggest you get it now. You aren’t coming back.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“My place.”

“What? I can’t stay with you. My aunt will kill me!”

“Your aunt won’t make it back if you keep talking.”

I made a sound of frustration and hurried into the bathroom to redress and grab the essentials. When I returned to my bedroom he had my backpack and duffel in hand and was waiting for me.

“Let’s go,” he commanded.

* * *

When we walked into his house I immediately looked around for his uncle and once again found him absent. What is it that keeps him gone all the time? “Your uncle is gone a lot,” I remarked aloud.

“So.”

“Won’t he be upset when he comes home and finds me moved in for the weekend?” His nonchalant attitude about everything, especially his uncle’s absence was unusual at best.

“My uncle only comes home when one of us is in trouble.”

“Why?”

“Stop asking questions that you don’t need to know the answer to.” He led me into the kitchen where he dropped my bag on the floor and opened the refrigerator to peer inside.

“Why am I here?” I asked with extreme exasperation. Dealing with Keiran for long periods of time always made me weary, confused, and…horny. “What are you planning to do with me for the rest of the weekend?”

“You’re here because you have a conscience. That’s an inconvenience for me. But it is convenient for you to be available to service me immediately,” he said matter-of-factly. He slammed the fridge door and before I knew what he was going to do, my back was up against the fridge and his erection was being pressed into my stomach. “I want to fuck you hard and I want to fuck you often.” He lifted my leg to wrap around his hip, bringing my center closer to his erection. “I’m not asking, Monroe. You want it just as bad as I do. I can feel your need…it’s wet, hot, and all mine.”

There was something annoyingly but incredibly hot hearing him claiming my pussy as his but I managed to shake off the urge to ask for exactly what he threatened to do, right here and now. “Why do you talk to me like that?” I asked instead.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a slut.”

“Because it makes you angry and it also makes you hot. Slut, or not.”

“But I’m not. You were the only one I had sex with.”

The sound he made low in his throat was angry. “Good, because if you have it with anyone else I will kill him…slowly…and then you.” His voice was unmistakably aroused and possessive.

“You can’t just threaten to kill people!”

“It’s not a threat.”

“Normal teenagers don’t threaten to kill people and mean it.”

“Who said I was normal?”

“I know you’re not.” I just wish you were.

I looked into his grey eyes and wished I had the courage and ability to deny him. But I couldn’t. I have always given him exactly what he wanted whether it was my tears, my fear, or my body. “Why do you test me?” he asked.

I wasn’t expecting his question but the answer that followed was even more surprising. “It makes me feel like I’m trying.”

“Trying what?”

“To not be afraid.”

“Why, when you have so much to be afraid of?”

I looked at him carefully. “Why do you want me to be afraid of you? What do you gain?”