The night had been agonizingly painful, and some time during the morning I had gotten angry at Nicholas. And I just couldn’t stay in this house. I pulled on a mini dress, the easiest thing to just slip on, and grabbed my purse. I just had to get out of here if Nicholas was going to be here.
I heard his voice as I went downstairs. “I’m leaving don’t wait up.” I said quickly as I headed for the door, my head down.
Nicholas grabbed my arm. “Why don’t you put some actual clothes on first?” he asked, his tone hard.
God, not this again. “Get your hands off me.” I snapped then jerked away.
He grabbed me again, and this time picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me back up the stairs. “Nick!” I screamed. “Put me down you sonofabitch!”
He carried me into my room, and closed the door behind us, then threw me down on the bed. “You’re not going anywhere until you change into something half decent. Maybe if you didn’t dress like a whore you wouldn’t have all these problems with those guys.”
I glared at him. “I hate you!” I screamed.
“Feeling’s mutual.” he snapped back. “Get dressed. I’ve got all day, Sweetheart.”
I got off the bed then walked over to him and slugged him in the jaw. He grabbed my hands when I went to hit him again and ended up having to wrestle me to the ground. He was straddling my hips and had pinned my arms over my head and having to practically lay across me to keep me contained.
“Get off me!” I yelled, hoping Josh would hear.
Nicholas struggled to keep me still. “Dammit, why are you such a pain in the ass?” he snapped.
I let out another scream of frustration and then his lips came crushing down on mine. I was mad at him, but it was turning into a good mad. And then the next thing I knew we were in a wrestling slash make out match and Nicholas was pulling off his shirt and throwing it aside.
He rolled us over so I was lying on him and grabbed wildly at my dress and pulled it off quickly. We went on like that for a few minutes, rolling, taking off clothes until Nicholas finally pinned me under him and kissed me again.
Then he pushed into me, and pain spiraled through me and I let out a scream. I was so mad and so passionate at the same time that the fact that I was engaged or actually having sex didn’t really come to mind. I felt like some kind of animal as we kissed and as he jerked his hips against mine. Nicholas’ hand wound into my hair and his grip was tight as he pulled at it. My arms were around his back and my nails were digging into his skin as he just…well fuck was the only word fit to describe what he was doing.
His mouth kept on mine, only pulling away to gasp in a few breaths then came back, wanting more. He kept taking from me, and I didn’t know how to stop him or if I could. Or if I even wanted to.
He grabbed my leg and jerked it up and over his hip, and then just started pounding into me until I was screaming out his name and my fingers were clawing deep into his back and were aching.
It was incredible how he didn’t lose rhythm, how he didn’t slow down even though sweat was dripping from his body now. He didn’t seem to notice that I was tearing my nails down his back. I could barely breathe because he didn’t pause much to stop kissing me.
Some how the lack of oxygen heightened my senses. My thighs tightened against his hips and waist. Somehow he managed to go even deeper and kept hitting a spot that made me gasp under his mouth and lose more air.
I nearly sobbed as I felt my entire body tighten so much that I could hardly stand it, making me sweat too. I screamed against his lips when I exploded, my nails sinking in deeper.
And then Nicholas groaned and collapsed on top of me and we both spent the next few minutes catching our breath. I finally pulled my nails out of his back.
“Fuck.” Nick hissed.
I lifted a shaking hand to see the ends of my fingers had blood on them, his blood. “Sorry.” I muttered.
Then it kind of just hit me what happened. One, Nick and I just had sex. Two, I just lost my virginity. Three, I cheated on Reece. “Oh my God.” I whispered.
Nick obviously hadn’t cleared his mind yet. He was still catching his breath and looked at me. “Josh is going to fucking kill me.” he whispered.
Okay, so his mind was clear and four, Josh was going to fucking kill us both.
“He’s right downstairs too. And so is Reece and there is no way they didn’t hear…” I closed my eyes. “Um, are you alright?” I ask him.
He smiled, then laughed. “This time, Zac, it is more about you. I wasn’t the virgin.”
“No, I’m fine.” I assured him. “But your back-”
“I’ll live. I can handle a few scratches, Zac.”
“I have absolutely no idea what to do. Any suggestions?”
“Well, I want to sneak out the window… but I’m a grown up and I have to go downstairs and face the music. You…well you should probably do the same.”
“Do we have to go right now?” I murmured.
“No. Let’s just wait a minute, then we’ll get dressed and go downstairs and let whatever happens happen.”
“Shit.” I muttered. I closed my eyes. “Shit.”
“Where did this come from?” he asked, looking down at the long scar that went horizontal under my navel.
I swallowed. “It was just…” Did he know about Match? “An accident.” I finished.
“It was Match wasn’t it?” he whispered. “Reece told me about him.”
I bit my lip. “What all did he tell you exactly?”
“It doesn’t matter because you’re going to tell me everything he did to you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I murmured.
“Zac I wasn’t asking you.” Nicholas snapped, his eyes fierce as he looked down at me.
“What happened to you Nicholas?” I whispered. “You’re different.”
“A broken heart changes a man. Makes him bitter. I got tired of getting walked over.”
“You have to promise you won’t go after him.” I murmured. “Promise me.”
“You can forget that right now. Understand this, if I ever meet this guy he won’t be left standing.”
“Nicholas please. You can’t go after him, he’ll try to kill you. He already tried to kill me.”
Nicholas’ eyes went dark. “He what?” he growled.
I closed my eyes. “Shit.”
“Tell me where he is. Now.”
“I don’t know-”
“Now Zac!” Nicholas yelled.
“I don’t know!” I yelled back, honestly scared. I’d never seen Nicholas out for blood like this. “I really don’t know.” I whispered.
He stood up and grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. I started to sit up. Nicholas grabbed me and pulled me over to the bed, shoved me down onto it. “Stay right there, don’t move a fucking inch.” he told me then walked over to my closet and pulled out a silk scarf.
I watched with wide eyes as he came back to the bed and grabbed my wrist and tied one end of the scarf to it. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to pull my hand away.
He snatched my wrist and gave it a hard jerk back towards him. “I’m making sure you don’t follow me.”
“Don’t tell me fucking please Zac.” He snapped then pulled my hand up and tied both my hands to the bed frame. I squirmed and fought but he was so much stronger and finished tying my hands. He had shoved another scarf into his back pocket. He pulled it out and I was horrified when he tied it around my mouth. “I’m sorry Zac but I can’t have you getting hurt.” He pulled the blanket over me.
Then he left, shutting the door quietly behind him.