{secret things...}

{Ten: Ripped Sheets}

Songs for the Chapter:

Wild in the streets: Bon Jovi

Rock With You- Michael Jackson

{J A X}

I tried to reason with myself as she came up the stairs, but that tight little dress of hers abolished all doubt I ever had.

The sad thing was she still had that look in her eye, the one that let me know she had no idea of her impact on people. I did my best to remain indifferent as I surveyed her outfit- she really took what I said to heart.

The dress hugged her waist and hips, the red color made her curly mane stand out even more. Her freckles were poorly hidden under a thin sheen of makeup, her eyes were augmented with hints of gold and bronze.

She walked up my front steps, hands folded primly. I was used to Vick's rough demeanor and unladylike mannerisms, and while I was still becoming used to Little Red, I expected that.

Instead, she smiled up at me warmly and waited for me to invite her in.

"Come on," I said quickly and moved aside. I couldn't help but watch the way her legs moved as she came in, like a sheep to slaughter.

"Is there anything else you needed me to clean up? Did you already eat tonight?"

"I'm fine," I snapped at her. "Go to the bedroom. Now."

"Okay," she said gently and smiled at me. She strutted right down the hall like it was nothing, running her fingers through her long hair. Did she not know what was about to happen to her? Was she completely oblivious?

I grabbed a rubber from under the kitchen sink and followed. She stood waiting for me, watching closely as I shut my bedroom door behind us.

Vick would've already been completely naked and on the bed by now, but Little Red was not.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know what you're doing?"

{M A U R A}

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him smoothly. He scoffed.

"Come here."

I went to him and he roughly turned me around, moving my hair aside so he could reach my zipper. I could feel the nervousness creeping up my throat like bile, but I kept it under wraps. Through one of his kisses, Jon had informed me that nothing kills the mood like hesitation.

I expected Jax to let his hands explore, but he didn't. I was a little disappointed since exploration felt good, and even more when he roughly forced my dress to the ground.

"You look good in that dress," he rasped into my ear, "but you look better without it."

I ignored how cliche that was and stepped out of the dress, turning to establish eye contact just like Jon had taught me- only Jax wasn't interested in that. He brought me close and pushed my hair back again. Instead of kissing me he went straight for my neck while his hands ran rampant on my half naked body.

I was panicking a little as I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to go on. This wasn'twhat was supposed to happen, so why was it happening?

I felt kind of good, so I exhaled to let him know.

"What?" He stopped and looked down at me.

"I didn't say anything," I told him meekly.

"Yeah," he responded impatiently as he removed his shirt, "but it's written all over your face."

I couldn't help but stop and marvel at his chest, still bluish purple from recent bruises, and dark in other places from past wounds. Scars criscrossed his skin like roads on a map. Muscles still poked through, but he wasn't huge like Green Eyes.