Aubrees POV
I woke up early in the morning to see a smug looking King standing over me, and a bucket of water in his hands, but most of it have already been thrown on me. I'm fucking soaked.
"What the hell you stupid bitch."I screamed.
He threw the rest of the water straight on my face, got on top of me, pinned both of my arms down with one of his hands, and slapped me repeatedly across my face.
The only reason he got away, with all that other shit he was pulling, because I was emotionally and physically drained. I've been healing, so he got another thing coming if he think I'm not about to fight back.
"What the fuck I tell you about calling me out my name, Bree?" He said still slapping me.
I head butted the shit out of him, and slapped his cheek. Then flipped us over, so he was now laying on his back, and I was straddling him.
"Stop putting yo fucking hands on me." I screamed.Ramming my tiny fist in his strong face, with a lot of force.
Rage filled in his eyes, and before I knew it I was underneath him, and he was choking the fucking life at me.
"I c-can't breatheee, g-g-get off."I barely got out.
My cries just seemed to do nothing but please his crazy ass.
I started scratching his hands, that didn't work. So I sunk my nails in the skin of his cheek, and tried to pry him off of me.
He finally let off some, so I could breath a little, but shit motherfuckers need all they fucking oxygen, so I spit on his face, and mushed the shit out of his head, and he finally let go.
He got off me, and slowly wiped my saliva off his face, and looked at me with disgust, and rage.
He backhanded me so fast, I didn't even see his hand move. He grabbed my hair, and yanked me off the bed, and dragged me to the in suite bathroom.
He pulled out a knife from a drawer, and lined it up to my bruised neck.
I can't believe this nigga, is trying to kill me.
"You ain't doing shit but hurting yo self, when you try and get tough, and fight back."He said.
"Bree, I have no fucking problem slitting your throat right now, so if you want to live to see another day, you would keep your hands, feet, nails, forehead, and saliva to your FUCKING self." He barked.
"Then you keep your fucking hands off me too." I shouted.
"I do what the fuck I want, bitch. Don't tell me what to do either you mixed tramp." He said through gritted teeth.
Tears ran down my cheeks, and I asked. "Can you just drop me off at my house?" Feeling tired, and hurt.
After he had an intense battle with himself, he finally put the knife down, and said. "Let's shower first."
I looked at him crazy, "I'm not taking a shower with you, I don't even know you." I stressed.
He clicked his teeth,"You sure wasn't bringing that up when I was finger fucking you, eating you out, or when you was crying for the D." He replied smugly.
I rolled my eyes, still annoyed from earlier this morning, don't lead a person on like that.
"Besides your gonna need my help to stand." He said.
I looked up at him for an answer, as to why I would need help, and I got it.
He slit the knife through the skin of my thigh, and calmly said. "That's why."
He watched me in amusement for awhile, as I cried out in pain, from my stinging thigh. This man was fucking crazy, i need to play nice so I could get the hell away.
He rinsed my blood off the knife, dried it off while he looked at his reflection, and put it back in the drawer.
He pulled me off the floor, and cleaned my cut, and took my bra, and I'm guessing his boxers off my body. Then proceeding with his clothes.
I tried so hard not stare at his body, but his abs and tattoos were enough to make me drool.
I ran my fingers over the patterns on his chest, they were so unique, and all the different tattoos came together to create an unknown message.
I felt him tense up, at the touch of my fingers grazing his soft inked skin.
He grabbed my finger and placed it in his mouth, and started to suck on it seductively.
He's so fucking bipolar, one minute he's trying to kill me, then the next he's seducing me.
I know one thing it's confusing, and my emotions don't like to be played with.
I pulled my finger out of his mouth, and he dropped the rest of his clothes.
His dick sprang out his boxers, and I gasped loudly at the size of it.
He chuckled, "You wanna touch him." He asked.
I quickly shook my head no, and man was I blushing hard.
He grabbed my hand, and we got in the shower together. I was trying to wash my body, and get out but he had other plans.
He pushed me against the wall, and lifted me up, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, incase his ass accidentally drop me.
His Jr. was too close to kitty, so I raised my body up so they weren't lined up.
King ass might try and be slick, and put it in. He not getting this virginity today, shitttt.
He started on my neck, nipping and sucking, making fresh hickies, he then went to my collar bone, and licked down to my breast.
He took one into his mouth, then started to bite and tease my nipple.
Lord what is he doing to me, he makes my body feel so good. I never let anybody see me naked, or even touch me in any type of way.
So why am I letting a nigga Ive only knew for 2 days, do these things to me.
I'm letting him abuse me, the only men that had a right to hit me is my daddy. Who the fuck does he think he is?
He makes me feel soo weak, and powerless, when Im around him. I've let him see me cry.
In fact Ive been crying a lot lately, I hardly ever cry, because I don't let shit get to me.
It must be that time of the month, yes that's what it is, because a nigga not gone change me.
I won't let him change me. Is it too
Late though?
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Me and King were on our way to one of his many trap houses.
I was a sporting two bruised cheeks, from his slaps, and a stinging thigh from him cutting me.
I had to wear some tramps clothes she had left, and he had just so happened to wash.
He looked even worse with a black eye, and scratches all over his face, that I'll proudly own up too.
I finally found out that we were in his house, all this time.I fell in love with the place!
It was gorgeous and huge. He gave me a tour of the whole place before we left. I was awed by the beauty.
He came up from behind me, and whispered in my ear.
"You gone cum in every one of these rooms." Then he started sucking on the skin beneath my ears, which felt so good I couldn't hold in my moans.
"W-we should get going." I said quivering. "I need to get home." I told him.
"Who said you were going anywhere, you might as well get yo ass back in that bed." He said.
I smacked my lips, and he popped me in my mouth.
"Stop treating me like I'm your child, or some shit." I said annoyed.
"Stop acting like one then." He told me.
"I'm basically am one." I said not ashamed of my age.
"How old are you?" He asked curiously.
"I'll be 17, in a couple of weeks." I reply. I been so preoccupied, I almost forgot.
He backed away from me suddenly, and I turned around confused by his actions.
"Dead ass you only 16?" He asked with wide eyes.
"Yea." I said in a duh tone.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"21." He replied.
"You only 4 years older than me," I said rolling my eyes.
"Yea, but you not even LEGAL yet." He said stressing legal.
"So." I replied dryly.
"The things I wanna- my bad, I'm going to do to you aren't legal." He replied huskily, licking my ear in the process.
I choose to ignore his comment, not really knowing what to say to it. So instead I bring up me leaving.
"I have school, I need to get home and do all my work, I'm already behind." I said pouting.
He sighed, and gave in. "Aight, but we gotta stop by the trap first." He told me
I just nodded, at him.
He grabbed my hand, intertwined our fingers,and led me to his car, something so simple as hand holding, sent a spark through me, and butterflies flustered throughout my stomach.
What the hell is he doing to me?