The Filthy Series: The Complete Dark Erotic Serial Novel (52 page)

Rhett was back. He was here. In my apartment. My front door was probably broken. But he was here. There was blood dripping down his face from where Casey kneed him. He came for me after I left him.

He unbuttoned the top of his jeans, pushed them down and stepped out of them. Naked. That’s what he was. The only thing on his body was the belt wrapped around his hand. The buckle gleamed in the light of my room.

“You should leave.” I heard the words come out of my mouth. It wasn’t what I wanted, but there was a part of me that knew that he should.

“I should leave? I should fucking leave?’ He gripped that belt like it was a lifeline. His knuckles turned white.

For a moment I thought he would. I saw it in his eyes. The indecision. It played there for the briefest moment before it was replaced with something else. It was dark, hideous. The look that covered his vision. It awoke something in me. Something equally as decrepit. He lunged at me, his big body pinning me to the bed.

A hand jerked my head back so hard that tears sprung to my eyes.

“You want me to leave, Faye?” He looked into my eyes and I saw a monster there. A hideous monster. I was mesmerized by it. Captivated. Though I didn’t know if the monster was inside Rhett or if I was just seeing a reflection of myself in his dark pupil. The real monster. “Fucking answer me!” He jerked harder, pulling a whimper from my lips. “Nothing to say now, huh?”

“Fuck you.” I shoved my hands against his chest.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. You don’t have to worry about that.”

I felt his cock twitch against my belly.

“You don’t get to fuck me,” I hissed. “I walked out on you. I left you. It’s over. You don’t get to have me anymore.”

“Is that fucking so?” He released my hair and sat straddling me, his hand still gripping the belt. “But you’ll fuck that piece of shit?”

I let a smirk cover my face. I knew what it looked like it. It was my mask and I wore it well. It was the smirk that said I didn’t give a shit about him or anything else. “Well, you saw his cock didn’t you? It’s so big and—”

“Shut the fuck up.” I heard the crack before I felt the pain in my face. I sucked in a breath and whimpered at the burn on my cheek. The back of Rhett’s hand without the belt was red. Enflamed from hitting me. A shiver of pleasure radiated through my body making my cunt wet.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You want to hear about all the times I came while his cock was inside—”

He slapped me again. The firm smack of his hand stealing the words straight from my lips. My nipples hardened with the throb of the pain in my face.

Hard fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look back at the monster in his eyes. “This is what you wanted isn’t it, Faye? You wanted my fucking hate, huh?”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

His grip on my chin hardened until I was certain his fingers would snap the bones, but I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. I just stared at the monster with my cunt dripping down my thighs.

His cock pressed against my belly, enraged, hard against soft.

I hated how much I wanted him. How much I wanted to him to fuck with me that monster in his eyes, with the hate. I was disgusting.

He released my chin and leaned back. I took the opportunity and shoved him with both hands. He wasn’t expecting it this time and started to topple backward on the bed. I shimmied out from under him and darted out of the room. Where I was going, I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

The wood floor was cold on my feet.

Rhett’s hand was hot on my arm when he grabbed me from behind. I’d barely made it into the living room when he caught up to me. It was just like when we were in his living room and I ran from him—except it wasn’t.

Rhett didn’t spin me around and kiss me. I didn’t giggle and feel the need to cling to him with everything I had. Instead he slammed me face first into the wall. Air whooshed from my lips on impact. Discomfort tingled through my body

“You want to run from me, Faye?” He leaned in and pressed his lips against my ear. “I’ll always catch you. Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

Those words. They racketed through my brain. Echoing. Laughter filled the air and for a moment I wondered who was making the dreadful sound, before realizing it was me.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“You sound just like him,” I said as my laughter ebbed. “Your father.” I thought the words would hurt him. I thought he would pull away and be ashamed.

“That’s why you want this. That’s who you’ve wanted me and everyone else to be this whole fucking time, isn’t it?” He pressed his whole body against mine. The sheetrock bit into my skin. “I’ve been so fucking afraid of being him.” His hand slid into my hair. “All these years. All these motherfucking years, Faye.” His grip tightened and his cock kicked against my ass. “And all these years that’s all you’ve fucking wanted.” My scalp screamed in pain. Blood smeared against my shoulder. Blood that dripped from his nose.

“That’s not what I want.”

He pulled my face back and slammed it against the wall. “Lies!”

My head spun. Agony exploded in my cheek.

“Quit fucking lying!” he shouted at my back.

“Go fuck yourself, Rhett!” I screamed back and tried to wriggle away.

“I bet you’re wet, aren’t you? I bet your pussy is dripping, isn’t it?”

Even as he spoke my pussy throbbed in time with the ache in my face.

His fingers slid along the slit, the leather from the belt leaving a tingling trail along my ass. A dark chuckle left his lips. “I’m right. But you knew that.”

“Go home, Rhett.” I choked the words out. “Just go home.” I hated it. I hated that he was right. That right now I was fucking wetter than I had ever been. That my pussy was desperate needy, begging for his cock. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

His response was to spread my legs and slide his fingers into my pussy from behind. The buckle of his belt pressed against my ass, the metal cold against my skin. I bit down on my lip so I wouldn’t moan. My teeth tore into the soft flesh as he worked his fingers in and out roughly.

“I bet you wanna come don’t you? You little fucking whore.” He moved his fingers faster. Pleasure built deep in my core, thriving on the pain, building on it, turning it into something so bittersweet it made my eyes water. “You wanna scream with it. Don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.

I wanted to say no. To deny him. To tell him I didn’t. That I wasn’t that kind of person. The one that was so fucked in the head that I thrived on everything going on in this moment. But then I tasted it. The blood. My own blood from clamping down on my lip with my teeth. The world seemed to stop as the coppery flavor filled my mouth. A moan tore from my lips as pleasure and pain mingled together in the darkness inside me and sliced through my body like a black dagger of ecstasy.

Before I could come back from the darkness, my back was on the floor and Rhett was inside me, pounding into me. I looked up at him. Blood was smeared across his face and the monster was still there, darkening his green eyes. Clouding them.

My body thrummed, thriving off the hate. Every nerve ending I had stood on end. Ready to get lost in it. I opened my mouth to tell him. To beg him to say the words. Words I’d never heard him say. Words I was desperate for. But he spoke before I could.

“I fucking hate you.” He pounded into me relentlessly. Our bodies slapping against each other. “I have never hated anyone like I hate you.” His gaze focused on mine. The rage and the monster danced there, taunting me. “I hate him too.” He fucked me harder. “But I hate you more. So. Much. More.” He pulled his hand back and slapped the belt against my stomach. The buckle bit into my skin.

That dark pleasure overwhelmed me, sending me hurtling into the black, where all the fucked up memories of my past lingered. Back to the way Taylor’s knife felt on my skin as he cut me open and sliced away all my sanity. Back to gagging on his cock on the dirty floor of the abortion clinic. He was about to kill my baby, but I had been wet for him, even then.

I was torn in two as the pleasure ripped through me again. Only this time it was my soul that cleaved in half. I let that monster tear it apart. The monster in Rhett’s eyes. I stared into those eyes as Rhett jerked out of me and climbed up my body, gripping his cock. He didn’t even have to pry my mouth open to shove his cock down my throat. I opened it willingly. He pumped into me twice before he groaned. His eyes softened and the monster retreated when I swallowed his cum. The salty liquid mixed with the coppery flavor of my blood as it went down my throat.

His softening cock slipped from my lips as I stared up at him. A haze seemed to cover my vision. Rhett seemed far away and close all at once. Like I could reach out and touch him, but he wouldn’t really be there. Like all those years ago in the field I used to call home. When I reached for him, but he hadn’t been there.

That’s what this was. It had to be. I had to be dreaming. The last week—the last hour—it hadn’t really happened. It wasn’t real. I wasn’t lying on my living room floor, my body aching, blood and cum dripping from my lips.

“Faye…” Rhett was talking. His words were soft, soothing. They cocooned me and made me feel safe.

I was exhausted, I realized, as hands lifted me off the floor. And I let the fuzziness in my head take me far away.

SEVENTEEN

I woke up to Rhett’s body pressed against my back. The warmth of him couldn’t stop the chill that seemed to grip my soul as I turned to look at him. His mouth was swollen, scabbed over.

He looked like a foreign object next to me. Someone I didn’t recognize.

I slipped out of bed and dressed. I was a zombie. That’s the only way to describe me. A robot. I moved mindlessly around the room, constantly aware that he was there. Filling up the space in my bed that had seemed empty for so long. But now it seemed emptier.

Scenes from last night flashed in my head. The sting of his hands on my face. The sting of his belt buckle on my belly.

He gave you what you wanted and you fucking liked it.

I shouldn’t have felt shame. I’d been having men hate fuck me for years. But I did. Shame so intense it seemed to blanket my very soul.

“Faye.”

My gaze jerked up to meet Rhett’s. When had he woken up? How long had I been standing there just staring at him?

He sat up slowly, the sheet slipping down to reveal his bare chest. “Are you okay?”

“Do I look like I’m okay?”

“I—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry.” For some reason the thought of him apologizing made my want to vomit. It made my skin crawl.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Stop.” I held up my hand and turned away, slipping my feet into some flip-flops. “You should get dressed and head out. I have somewhere to be.”

“Where are you going?”

I left the room and his words behind.

I put my hair in a ponytail before snatching my car keys off the counter.

“Faye—wait.”

But I didn’t. I went out the front door and hurried to my car, starting the engine and driving off before he could get to me.

The tears started when I hit the highway. I wished I was crying for someone else. For a loss of anything or anyone else. But I wasn’t. I was crying for myself. For all the ways I was still that broken little girl who would always be something hideous and unrecognizable underneath everything else.

I cried because I would never be able to be anyone else. Last night proved it. Last night proved that I would always be the woman that turned men into monsters. I had thought all along that Taylor was the fucked up one. That it was him that had ruined me. But now I knew the truth. It was my poison, just as I had suspected. It was me. I was a disease and I infected them. Both of them. I contaminated them with something that turned them into the thing I swore I didn’t want, but it was the thing I seemed to crave the most. Something hateful, deceitful. Something ugly.

The tears didn’t stop until I was in the parking lot. I stared at the chain link fence. At the barbed wire on top that kept people in and people out. It was a place I had never come to before. A place I swore I’d never go.

I went in through the visitor’s entrance, lucky perhaps that it was actually visiting hours. The old guard at the window looked at my driver’s license when I handed it to her. “Who are you here to see?”

“Taylor Hale.”

She stared at my license and then me for a moment before handing it back. For a second I wondered if she would recognize me. If she had seen the story on the news all those years ago. If she knew about the horrors Taylor had done to me. If she would call me out on being there. The Stranger there to see the Lover. The man who raped her over and over. The man she used to love.

“Go on down the hall and in the first room on the left. They’ll bring him in, in a few minutes.”

I followed her instructions, slipping the license back into my purse and moving robotically down the hall. They showed me to a seat and I sat to wait. There were other people inside with me. Some women, some men. They all waited like I did. I wondered how many of them had fucked the person they waited for. How many of them were like me, and had fucked their daddy when they were just nine years old.