Truly

by Carmel Rhodes

“I think...and don’t get mad at me for saying this, because I love you, deep.”

“Deep, deep,”

“Big deep,” she finishes. Her blue eyes turn stern. “I think you only showed him the person you thought he wanted to see. Sometimes, I feel like I don’t even know the real you.”

She’s right. He wanted a cool girl who’d skip class, listen to metal, and spray paint buildings. He made me feel special. He made me feel understood. So, I nearly tanked my GPA and got arrested for vandalism. I pierced my nose and put my camera down. I let him mold me into a shell of the girl I used to know. A girl who begs boys to stay when they so clearly want to go.

looking over at my best friend. She is my true north. She’s been there for me through some of the hardest parts of my life, and while I may no...

“Whatcha doing here? Are you lost, Little One?”

I will own you, every inch that belonged to him will be mine.”

I swallow at the conviction in his words. At the finality of them. I stare up at the demons dancing in his eyes, and in that second, I know that I should run. I turn and bolt for the stairs.

“You can run, Little One,” he calls after me. “But I will chase you, and I won’t stop until your innocenc...

Noah Tedesco is hot, I’ll give him that, but so was Ted Bundy.

Noah’s rough touch doesn’t feel like the better version. His black soulless eyes aren’t romantic at all. He isn’t here to bring me hearts and flowers, he’s here to bring chaos and calamity.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cum all over your face.”

“Tell anyone about this, and I will fucking kill you.”

“Unfortunately for you, Little One, you don’t get to tell me no.”

“You’re delusional if you think I will ever do anything with you.”

“I can make this easy for you.” His humorless laugh fills the quiet void. “But as you learned the other night, I’m not against making it hard either. In fact, I’d almost prefer it.”

“It’s only settling if the bad outweighs the good. I can search my whole life for the perfect man and never find him. I want a real man who loves me, one who may not be everything I want, but who’s willing to be what I need.”

“I’m done being nice, remember? You can bring your little ass willingly or I can throw you over my shoulder and carry you to my room kicking and screaming. Either way, you’re coming with me.”

“Rot in hell.”

“Hard way ...

“You wanted me clean,” he says, nodding to the bath products lined along the ledge.

“Because you smell like a whore,”

“How would you feel if I came to you smelling like another man?”

He wraps a hand around my throat, the other finds the slippery opening between my legs, and he growls. “I’d kill him and fuck you on his corpse. This is mine.”

“This is my pussy, Truly. I’ll eat it whenever the fuck I want.”

I suck as far down as I can go, bringing my hand up wrapping it around the part I can’t fit in my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck, up and down his shaft, taking him a little deeper each time. I’m clumsy at first, not that Noah seems to mind. His head is thrown back, his mouth slack and he mumbles little praises, like good girl, and right there baby, just like that.

“Truly—” He opens his mouth, then closes it, choosing his next words carefully. “I have always noticed you. You just noticed him first.”

“What if we skipped the park and stayed in bed all day?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I already bought the tickets—present number four. Not to mention, when your dad calls and asks what you did for your birthday, I don’t think he’ll want to hear about how well you took my dick.”

“I want you to grab my neck with the same force you used to grab my waist,” I murmur against his throat. It bobs up and down, and it turns me on to see he’s as affected by me as I am by him. “I want you to kiss me until I forget how to breathe without you.”

“I hate you,” I spit, as he clicks the buckle in.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he spits right back. “The pussy is just as good when you’re pissed as it is when you’re happy.”

“If you wanted to come, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“What I want is a fucking apology,” I whisper hiss. “What I want is for you to acknowledge the fact that you hurt me, for once.”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you,” he says, and again, I don’t know if we are talking about tonight or the treehouse.

“You don’t get to keep this from me. This belongs to me,” he says, lifting my left leg over his shoulder. “Mine to lick. Mine to kiss. Mine to finger. Mine to fuck.” He drops a kiss on my inner thigh before looking up at me with wild eyes. “Mine.”

“Then act like it,” I say, my backbone is finally making an appearance. “You want free rein over my body? Deserve me. You want to own me? Earn me. You don’t get to parade other girls in my face and then feign innocence. You want to keep doing fucked up shit to me? You want to keep using me as an outlet for your rage, then prove that I can trust you to lead me down that dark path. If you want me, if you want to possess me, then I get to possess you too.”

“That sounds an awful lot like a r...

“Is that a deal breaker...

“Quite the opposite. I just want to make sure you know what you’re signing up for....

“Now that I have you, I’ll never let you go.”

“Their shit isn’t our shit,” he growls, getting back in my face.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’m in love with you,” he says with so much conviction that I have no choice but to believe him. “Because I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.”

“Read to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to make new memories here to erase the bad ones. So, when we come back to this place with our kids in twenty years, this won’t be where Daddy nearly raped Mommy, but the...

“You deserve someone better than me,” he begins. His brow wrinkles as he searches for the next words. “But I’m not selfless enough to let you find him, so I figured I’d do the next best thing.”

“Which is?”

“Be be...