Make her bleed, p.9
Make Her Bleed, page 9
Sara was admitted for a suicide attempt. She wouldn't say what it was when I visited her but something horrific happened to her within those walls. When I tried to hug her, she jumped away so hard that she smacked into the bulletproof glass leading outside and cracked her skull. She was admitted into the hospital for her injury but she never left. That time, she succeeded in killing herself.
Whatever happened destroyed her, and I'm petrified that Kai is doing something just as damaging to Aria.
She was scared to death and I blame myself. I lost my cool and freaked out when she said she wasn't on birth control. I didn't believe her when she said Kai knew all this time but when I realized how scared she was, I knew it was the truth. When fear reaches a certain point, the only lies that will spill out are ones meant to protect someone close to you. There is no way that lying about that would protect them so there's only one other option.
Kai has known this whole time that Aria isn't on birth control and has refused to provide her with any form of contraceptive. Either he wants us to knock her up or he just doesn't give a damn. It could go either way but its fucked up for him to do the first one without anyone else's consent. He doesn't give a fuck about girl's consent but what about us? We're supposed to be family.
I open my eyes and stare at Aria sleeping, curled up against my side. She seems so peaceful and my chest swells with the need to protect her.
If there is one thing I know for sure, no one can win against Coach Malakai Harris. He's an unstoppable force I've always admired but now, it's different. I want to shield her from his torment. I may not be able to stop him but I can make my stance known. He appreciates openness.
I run my fingers through her hair as her nails scrape along my bare chest. My eyes snap from her wild red locks to her eyes that are now open.
"Morning, pretty girl," I say with a smirk.
Pretty is an understatement. She is so fucking radiant that my chest tightens whenever I see her. It’s an instantaneous effect she’s had on me since the day we met. The bond started as a simple infatuation. I'd have to be blind not to see how stunning she is even in just a shirt, her hair all crazy, and not a speck of makeup anywhere in sight.
"Morning," she mumbles, a flush rising in her cheeks that reaches down into her shirt. "You're an early riser," she jokes dryly.
"Always have been. Sleep is my enemy," I throw back with a smirk.
I expect a snappy comeback that makes me fall out of the bed laughing but she pulls me down to her level and kisses me. It starts soft and sweet as she strokes my scruff but it doesn't stay there long. The passion builds but I also sense gratitude coming from her.
I'm not sure if it’s because I stayed last night or because I didn't pressure her for sex after I got her in bed—or maybe something else—but she's thankful I'm here with her.
I wasn't about to leave her alone in a house with Kai as freaked out as she was. She needs to feel safe.
She pulls out of the kiss, breathless as can be. I can't say I'm unaffected either.
"I want you," she whimpers, pushing my shirt up my chest. The way she undresses me with her eyes once I have my shirt off has a grin spread across my face.
She doesn't just want me to fuck her. She is lusting after me just as much as I am her.
I may have to share her later but this is our time together. I think we've both earned a selfish moment together.
She takes a moment and notices the handcuffs missing from her wrists but she doesn't say anything. She deserved to sleep in peace and she doesn't need that shit.
I kiss down her neck as I reach into the bedside drawer, fishing out a condom before pushing down my boxers. "Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see all of your gorgeous body while I fuck you so hard you can't decide whether you want me to stop or keep going."
She takes a sharp breath before letting out an aroused moan. "Oh, god."
"It's not god's name you'll be screaming. It's mine," I growl as she pushes her shirt over her head.
"Knox, please, baby. I need you."
That's the first time she's called me any kind of pet name, and it drives me to need her even more.
I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth and her big blue eyes flash with not only desire but also appreciation.
"Thank you," she whispers as I sheath my cock into the rubber. I ease into her, knowing full well that her pussy took a lot of abuse yesterday. She throws her head back, arches into me, and cries out in pleasure.
"Is your pussy mine, baby?" I groan as I gain momentum, fucking her harder and harder until the headboard starts slamming into the wall.
"Yes," she whimpers out as her nails rake down my spine, licks of pain following the trail of her fingers. I don't give a damn if she draws blood. The more she scratches, the harder I fuck her and the more pleasure both of us receive.
"Yes, what?" I grab a fist full of her crazy, fiery locks and pull her head to the side, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spot behind her ear.
I took mental notes when me and the others fucked her yesterday by way of watching her reactions to everything done what really got to her. She loves having this spot messed with.
"Yes, my pussy is yours!" she screams as her first orgasm hits, bucking against me. Her pussy squeezes me so tight I'm almost pushed out as I pull back to thrust deeper into her.
I give one more powerful thrust before pulling out. She lets out a loud gasp like she was holding her breath and waiting until my cock exited her convulsing pussy to breathe again.
"No, don't stop," she begs adamantly.
I quickly flip us so she's straddling me and she wastes no time taking my cock back inside her tension-filled heat.
"So fucking wet," I groan as she starts off riding me just as hard and fast as I had been fucking her. Beads of sweat roll down her tight, perfect body, slickening us both. Her skin turns red with the persistent slapping of our skin.
I sit up and kiss her passionately as I grab her slippery hips and fuck her hard, meeting each movement of hers with an equally unyielding thrust of mine.
"Oh, fuck!" she cries as she clings to me, pressing her forehead against mine. "What are you doing to me?"
"Raw fucking, baby. Do you like this?"
She nods quickly, breathless, panting, and moaning.
"So, so good."
"I told you I would fuck you hard. This is hard fucking, Aria." My grip slips to her ass, and I feel my release coming but I'm not ready. I don't want to get off yet.
I'm no two-pump chump, and my mission is to make her feel good. After whatever Kai has been putting her through, she deserves this.
The thought of what might've been done to her is enough to push my release back.
The door opens, and I look over Aria's shoulder as she keeps thrusting away, unfazed by the intrusion of Rowe and Dax.
"Get out," I hiss as I keep working at her.
"You've been getting to work on her early. Did you fuck her all last night, too?" Rowe jokes as their eyes remain glued to her ass bouncing on my cock.
"Seriously. Get. The fuck. Out," I growl the words.
It only takes one look into my eyes to see that I'm not joking. Rowe groans. "Fine, party pooper."
"What? No, I want to watch," Dax protests.
I'm ready to throttle them both when Aria pulls my face back to hers. She doesn't kiss me but stares into my eyes. The desire is overwhelming but the desperation squeezes my heart.
"Stay with me," she breathes out.
She craves my attention and more than just the pleasure I'm giving her. She wants me to be here in the moment with her, not distracted by the two dipshits who don't want to leave.
"I'm with you," I confirm as I stroke her tangled mess of red hair.
This whole thing tells me everything I need to know. She wants me present because she feels the same way about me as I do her. I don't know if it's been there this whole time or if it's a recent development. All I know is I don't ever want to let her go.
She comes two more times before I allow myself to experience a release.
It's mind-blowing, and if I hadn't just woken up, I might've passed out.
She lies next to me, breathing like she just ran a marathon, but her eyes slowly drift once I pull out. By the time I've discarded the condom, her breathing is even, and I know she's asleep.
I fucked her into a coma.
I fight the urge to laugh at the idea. Instead, I pull the blanket back over her naked body and watch as she turns over into a more peaceful sleep than she had last night.
The reminder of last night fills me with anger. She shouldn't feel that scared. Whatever he is doing to her, it's too much.
Aria may not have been a virgin but she was innocent before this whole thing. She was strong, witty, and charismatic. She's still all those things but her strength is dwindling. She was fearless, and that's being morphed in a way I despise.
I throw on my clothes and leave the room to find the guys. They're sitting at the kitchen table, except for Nico, who is making breakfast.
It was quite a shock when I found out Dax and Nico both like Aria, considering Nico swears he's gay as fuck and Dax is in love with Nico. They've been “dating” for two years but it's odd because there isn't much show of it. The only people who know are Kai and the ones in this room.
"You're such a stingy ass, Ward," Rowe complains as he sips his coffee.
"Fuck off. Some people actually appreciate privacy when they're fucking … sometimes." Usually I don’t give a damn about privacy but this is different. Aria actually saw me, and she didn't try to hide that she did.
"Where's Aria?" Dax asks before sipping his cup of coffee.
"She's passed out," I explain before my whole demeanor darkens. "Where's Kai?"
"Already deuced out," Nico pipes in.
"Why?" Rowe asks as Nico sets a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, toast, and fucking pancakes in front of him. "I'm fucking starving."
"Nico, cut the Martha Stewart shit," I snap. "We need to have a serious talk about Kai."
Everyone freezes, staring at me with blank expressions.
"What about him?" Dax asks.
"The way he's handling this shit with Aria," I say, hoping this will grab their attention like it should. Instead, their expressions turn grim and refuse to meet my gaze.
"Come on, man. This is Kai's game. Just because we all like her doesn't mean we can or should interfere. If we do anything, it will be ten times worse for her,” Rowe states.
Everyone nods in agreement.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what I found out last night," I say as Nico sets plates in front of everyone before sitting one on the counter in front of me. He moves around to the island and sits next to Dax, squeezing his hand as he starts to speak.
"Listen to whatever he has to say," Nico mutters as Dax's eyes fall on him. "Knox doesn't freak out about shit unless it's real."
Dax battles between listening to Nico and his loyalty to Kai. We all have that loyalty but mine has been tested.
Finally, Dax caves. "Fine. What is it you found out?" He tosses his fork down on the plates and gives me an uninterested look.
"Well, first off, did anyone else know Aria is not on birth control?" I ask with a cocky grin on my face.
Rowe is the first to spit his coffee across the room before looking pale.
"Wha-what?" Nico gawks.
"She has never been on birth control, and Kai has been completely aware of this, not only withholding any form of contraceptive from her but also not telling us … the ones who've been fucking her."
Nervousness covers all their faces as they fidget.
"Come on. That's bullshit. What kind of girl has never been on birth control? That's just irresponsible as fuck," Dax says, trying to mask his anxiety.
He can't pull the wool over my eyes. I know the signs. He's freaking out.
"The kind of girl whose father holds birth control hostage in an attempt to keep her a virgin," I answer the sarcastic remark.
"My uncle did that shit to my cousin," Rowe says, backing me up. "She became the biggest whore in my family."
"I thought you were the biggest whore in your family?" Dax jokes.
"Second biggest," Rowe retorts.
"This is fucked up," Nico says as he looks around at all of us. "We don't hide shit from Kai. Why would he keep this from us? It's not a big deal for us to have to wrap our dicks."
He has a point.
Sure, we don't exactly enjoy having to wear condoms but it's the responsible thing to do.
"I have a few theories but nobody is going to like them," I say. All eyes fall on me. "First, it's one of his methods of torturing. Making her freak out that one of us could get her pregnant."
"Problem with that is it will happen if she's not on birth control," Nico contributes. "It's been over a week since the time in the classroom. If she got … let's just say the damage is already be done."
"Fucking Kai," Rowe growls with irritation.
"My other theory is … that's exactly his plan."
"What is?" Dax presses, less defensive.
"For her to get knocked up."
"That's a little far-fetched," Nico mutters.
"He's only ever told us six of the ten steps of C-4. We don't know what the final four are. We know that number six concerns Kaylee and what we have to do to her. It's fucked up, and each step just gets worse."
They fall silent again, knowing I'm right.
"I have no idea what he has done to her when we're not here but it has her so scared, we can't just stand by and do nothing to help her. Unless, of course, you don't care about her as much as you say you do. If that's the case, then, by all means, ignore me. I'm just wasting my breath." I only stop because I hear the sound of a door open. I turn and watch as Aria slips out of my room, rubbing her eyes.
Her red locks are wild, probably more so from how I fucked her right after we woke up; she’s mildly unsteady on her feet, too. Sleep is still clear on her face as she steps into the kitchen.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Rowe greets her.
She sends him a small smile before she walks right over to me and pulls me into a deep, needy kiss. The only reason I don't pin her body to the wall and keep kissing her is because of the catcalls the guys let out.
They should be jealous but we agreed not to let jealousy get between us. We're brothers who happen to be nuts over the same girl.
"Alright, that's enough," I say as Aria pulls away and goes to the sink, getting herself a glass of water.
"I'm digging the hair, Aria," Rowe jokes.
I send him a death glare. There's no need to make fun of her.
"Oh, yeah? All I'm missing is wild makeup, and I could pass for an eighties’ rockstar, right?" she tosses back at him playfully.
She sips her glass and eyes the plates of food Nico has made.
He didn't make a plate for her and we all know why.
Kai's strict diet of turkey for her.
She's starving and she can't force herself to eat much turkey at a time. This is bullshit.
"Come on, pretty girl. Sit. You can eat my food," I say, sitting in my chair at the table. She eyes it skeptically as the others groan.
"Man, you know what Kai said," Dax spits.
"Fuck what Kai said," I growl as she takes her seat in my lap.
"It's okay. I don't want to get you in trouble, baby," she mutters as she clutches my hand.
Rowe coughs and nearly swallows his tongue in shock from the pet name she uses.
"You need to eat. You can barely stomach that turkey, and it has practically no nutrition. That crap is highly processed and pretty gross. At least Nico is a good cook and uses all fresh ingredients."
The turkey was pretty disgusting and I actually like turkey. Aria doesn't. She thinks it tastes like puke. She told me last night that because of her dislike of the bird, she and Coach Patrick always have ham on holidays.
The fact that Kai knows she hates it and chose this as the one thing he lets her eat says how badly he wants to torment her.
"I can't eat this much food," she says uncertainty in her voice.
"Just eat what you want, baby," I mutter, and she snaps her eyes to me, gratitude clear in her slightly heated gaze.
"Thank you," she mouths before giving me a soft, sweet kiss.
She picks up the fork and cautiously takes a bite of eggs. She chews before letting out a moan of contentment.
"Oh, my god. These are like heaven," she mumbles.
The others laugh at her praise.
"Thank you, mi amor," Nico offers with a kind smile.
She returns it before chowing down. She eats half the eggs and a strip of bacon before she grabs the other piece of bacon and feeds it to me.
The guys are watching with fascination and awe as Aria stays in my lap and takes great pleasure in feeding me bacon then some toast.
It's quite adorable how she wants to take care of me in return.
"Are you full?" I ask.
She nods. "Thank you." Then, she gives me a big kiss before sliding off my lap. "I'm going to take a shower," she says, more energized than before.
"Was that an invitation?" I tease her as she sashays her sexy ass out of the kitchen.
She turns just her head to me and gives me a flirtatious wink. "What do you think, big boy?" She disappears into my room.
I all but scarf down the rest of the food on my plate as everyone stares at me.
"What?" I growl.
"How the fuck did you do that?" Rowe is the only one with the guts to answer.
"Do what?" I ask.
"Are you blind? You had her eating out of the palm of your hand, man!" Rowe is absolutely baffled.
I roll my eyes at him. "At the risk of sounding cliché, it's simple. I treated her like a fucking human being instead of a jack sleeve the way you dicks have, talked to her—really talked—listened to what she had to say, and helped her where I could. You guys have a lot to learn about women … unless she's a one-man woman. In that case, you guys have lost out due to your ignorance." I walk out of the kitchen, shrugging at the pissed-off glare Rowe sends my way.
I make my way down the hall and push open my bedroom door, not hearing any water running. I find Aria naked on the bed, her ass hanging off the edge, while her fingers work out her tension, soft moans slipping from her lips.
