Scartissue by T.L Hodel

Chapter 9

Shelby

When scared, people usually run away or hide, and right now, staring into those green eyes glimmering with dark intent, I was terrified. It was moments like this that I wished I was more like my best friend. Rye stood up to pricks like Micha her entire life and not once did I see her back down. Even when she should’ve. If I had one tenth of her strength, then maybe my pulse wouldn’t be whooshing loudly in my ears. But bravery wasn’t my strong point.

Apparently I wasn’t smart, either. Did my panicked heart give me a sudden surge of courage, letting me fight back? No. It didn’t even send me fleeing from danger. It sent me barreling right for it. The door clicked closed and like that girl in horror movies who ran up the stairs, I charged for the only exit. Which was right behind the person I was trying to escape.

The coolness of the metal doorknob on the tips of my fingers caused hope to swell in my heart. That tiny spark was all I got. Logan grabbed the back of my neck, digging his fingers painfully into my flesh as he slammed me face first against the door. All I could think as I watched the white wood come closer, was how ironic fate’s cruelty was. How many times had I cursed that horror movie girl’s stupidity? Only to have it turn out that I was that girl.

“I thought you were supposed to be fast, Cherry Pie.” Logan’s tongue clicked in my ear, further mocking my stupidity. “Coach would not be happy.”

Okay, I made the wrong choice and epically failed, but making fun of my time. Nah ah. Not happening.

“I’d run circles around you on the field.”

“Sure you would,” he snickered.

I’d been running for years, and still I couldn’t help but think maybe he was right. I had yet to see the guy fail at anything. Just last week he told Riley he could draw a better flower than her. Guess what - he did. It was annoying how perfect the arrogant ass was.

“You know what, Logan, you’re not as great as you think you are.”

“Oh yeah?” he purred and ran his finger down my spine, chuckling when I openly shivered. “You seem to like me.”

I silently cursed myself and spat back, “In your dreams.”

Which only made him bark out a laugh.

“You’re not fooling anyone sweetheart.” He leaned in to whisper, “I can smell your pussy.”

The fact that he was right only fueled my anger. Every time his deep voice wafted in my ear, wetness seeped into my panties.

“If you squeeze your legs together any tighter, I’m going to need a crowbar to get them open.”

“You’ll never get them open,” I snarled.

I felt him smile and my heart sunk. Logan liked to toy with me. Of course he would rise to the challenge. I may as well have been dangling bait in front of a hungry lion. The man I was facing off against wasn’t only a conceited asshat, he was the guy girls dreamed about. The charming smile on their fantasy stranger. The dirty things whispered in their ears and the tingle deep inside that made them squeeze their thighs in shame. Logan Hudson was lust personified, and as much as I hated to admit it, he already had me in his web.

He knew it, too. Stepping in to press the solid planes of his chest against my back as his breath warmed my ear, “Admit it, Cherry Pie. Your pussy’s begging for me.”

I wasn’t mad at him, per say. I was mad at the need pulsing in my core and how I couldn’t get enough of his scent. None of which should be happening in this situation. Yet my senses soaked it up like a glutenous whore.

“Fuck you, Logan.”

I yipped when his heavy hand landed on my ass, sending a loud smack ringing through the air. The pain still had me on my tiptoes when he delivered another strike and growled, “How many times have I told you to watch your fucking mouth!?”

A weird thing happened when he did it again. The burn radiating across my backside turned into something else. A tingly zing that caused my clit to throb. It was amazing and uncomfortable at the same time, and I wanted it to stop. But it didn’t. Logan continued unleashing smack after smack, until I wasn’t sure which burned hotter, my tender flesh, or my unwanted desire.

Stupid books tainting my sexuality.

“Fuck,” Logan grunted in a deep husky tone that sent a shiver down my spine, “Your cries are music to my ears.”

I didn’t even realize I had tears trickling down my face until he said that.

“Fuck you!” I snarled over my shoulder at him.

“That’s strike two, Cherry Pie.” His fingers speared in my hair and roughly yanked my head back. “Trust me, you don’t want to get to three.”

Under normal circumstances I’d have some witty comeback–Riley taught me the fine art of sarcasm–but my capacity to formulate complex thoughts was gone. My brain had left the building. The only thing I could think to do was swing my hand back, raking my nails down his arm. And that was my mistake. I could feel his skin under my nails, so I knew I got him good. Except Logan didn’t so much as twitch or cry out.

Dread washed over me when he pressed in and darkly chuckled in my ear, “Strike three, baby.”

He was going to hurt me again. I could hear it in his voice. The truly terrifying part was the undertone of desire.

I couldn’t disguise my fear anymore. My body openly quaked as I held my breath, waiting for the next strike to come. But Logan wasn’t just after my body. He wanted to toy with my mind as well. I knew I was in trouble the second I felt his hand drop from my hair and smooth down my side.

“You liked it when I spanked you. It got you wet, didn’t it?” he purred in my ear and then released a throaty groan that made my knees weak. “God, I hoped you’d be like this.”

Be like what? Pathetic? Weak?

“Leave me alone,” I whispered, dropping my forehead on the door and pressing my body away from his heat.

I just had to get away from him. Then I’d be able to think straight. It wasn’t the burn in my butt causing a deep seated ache in my core. Or Logan and his charming, pretty boy ways. It was all those stupid books I’d read. Making me think that stuff like this was hot. Trapped in the arms of some sexy muscular guy. Except it wasn’t hot. I didn’t like this.

Yes you do.

Logan snickered in my ear and followed my lead. Stepping in until there was nowhere left for me to go. No gap or space I could escape into. Just him, and his hard body, surrounding me. The coolness of the door only heightened the heat rising inside me, and every breath I took left Logan’s taste lingering on the tip of my tongue. My entire system lit up. Begging to feel his lips again, and hear the dirty things he whispered to me that day in the garage. That’s when I knew, he’d won. My body had already given in, and my mind wasn’t far behind.

“Please go away.”

“Oh sweetheart,” I could feel his eyes on me, as vividly as if he were caressing me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

My heart fluttered while my stomach flipped. I was so on edge that when he nuzzled in and ran his nose up the side of my neck, I jumped and squeaked out a protest. Nothing I’d experienced before–no kiss or touch from a boy–ignited my skin like he did. This was bad. Logan Hudson was a whole lot of sin wrapped up in heartbreak, and as much as my body wanted to, I couldn’t go down that road.

I twisted my head away from his hot breath and stared at the flowered picture frame on my dresser, pulling my eyes over each individual petal.

Logan snickered, causing a puff of air to toy with the small hairs on the back of my neck.

“Are you trying to ignore me, Cherry Pie?”

“No.”

A purple petal, next to blue.

“Uh huh.” He hummed and swept his tongue over the sensitive spot behind my ear.

Oh God that feels good. No, focus on the petals. Pink and another purple…

The flowers were no longer enough to distract me when he sucked my earlobe through his teeth. My gaze fell down to the peeling label on my top drawer that read ‘delicates’ and cocked my head. Things had gone missing in here. From that drawer, specifically. I’d thought it was Mags messing around, but what if it wasn’t…

“Have you been here before?”

“Does it matter?”

Yes.

No.

Maybe?

I couldn’t think right now.

Silence hung in the air and I swear I could feel every breath he took vibrate through my soul. Like some doomsday clock ticking away the seconds to the apocalypse.

Inhale.

Tick.

Exhale.

Tick.

I prayed for him to do something. Touch me, hit me, talk, anything that might break the tension coursing through my bones. The anticipation was killing me. Was he going to hurt me? Touch me? Maybe just tease me? Whatever it was, I wanted him to get it over with.

And then he grazed his lips over the shell of my ear and asked, “Are you gonna fight me?”

What the hell kind of question was that?

My heart was now beating so fast, I expected to see the door thump with each echoing thud. I slowly twisted my neck to glance over my shoulder. Another mistake. My breath hitched the second I met those deep green eyes. The desire in them was so thick it was palpable.

I licked my lips, wetting my dry mouth. “Do I need to?”

Did I want to?

“Depends.” His shoulders lifted in a casual shrug. “Either way, I’ll get what I want.”

A lock of blond hair flopped over his forehead. Dangling there as if pointing at the intensity of his glare. He said he was going to hurt me, but that was just a mind fuck, right? Who would get that turned on hurting someone?

“Go on, ask,” he said, searching my eyes for something. “I know you want to.”

“Are you really going to hurt me?” The words spilled out before I could stop them.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a malicious smirk that matched the dark glint in his eyes. “Scared?”

Yes.

“No.”

His brow arched. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

I totally am.

“Besides, you’re the one that broke the law. You should be the scared one. Not me.”

With one phone call, I could send him to jail. Problem was, my phone was on the dresser. If I could just get to it…

“Is that so?” He chuckled and tightly wrapped his fingers around my hips. “Are you gonna send me to jail, Cherry Pie?”

“Yes. You broke into my house,” I explained, hoping to knock some sense back into not only him, but myself as well.

“Did I? There’s no broken windows and all the doors are locked.” His tongue darted out, leaving a hot wet trail on my skin. “Gotta say, Cherry Pie, it kinda looks like you let me in.”

My mouth fell open but nothing came out. Was he right? I mean, I didn’t know how he got in, so maybe the cops would think I let him in?

What! No, that’s the stupidest thing ever!

Without another thought, I reached for my sweater pocket, where I usually kept my phone. Except it wasn’t there. Neither was my sweater, or my shirt! I slowly tipped my chin down, glancing at my bra clad breasts.

Shit.

The first thing I did when I got home from school was change into comfy clothes. I’d been standing here the whole time in just my bra and skirt.

Way to send the wrong signal, Shelby.

“Logan, I’m not going to sleep with you,” I said, needing to clarify the situation.

He snickered, “Sleep is the last thing I have planned for you.”

Yup, this is bad!

“That’s not happening.”

“I’m way past asking permission, sweetheart,” he said, sliding his palm around my hip.

This couldn’t be happening. Logan was arrogant and conceited, but even he wasn’t that bold.

“You’re mine now, Cherry Pie,” he growled, and shoved his hand down the waistband of my skirt. “And after tonight, you won’t fucking forget it.”

I sucked in a deep breath and mustered the last bit of strength I had left. “Stop it.”

“No.”

All I could do when his finger slid over my panties and pressed down on my clit, was gasp a shocked response. I’d touched myself there before. Even bought a toy to play with, but neither sent tingles shooting up my core like one touch from him did.

“Fucking lace,” Logan groaned, and pressed in.

What was wrong with lace?

“I want to fucking eat it off you.”

Shit, did I say that out loud?

His finger swirled and suddenly that bundle of nerves became the center of my being. Everything else shut down. I tried to fight it. Squeezing my eyes shut and gritting my teeth against the spikes of pleasure. But it was no use. Logan not only knew what he was doing, he was a master.

“Stop,” I panted, while digging my fingernails into the grainy wooden door.

“Not a fucking chance,” he said, skimming his other hand up my stomach and pinching my nipple so hard I cried out.

The small spike of pain allowed me to regain some of my senses. I slapped his hand away from my breast. All that got me was another smack on the ass and my hands pinned above my head. The whole time Logan continued to work my clit.

“You let another man put his hands on you, Cherry Pie.”

So? Fuck you.

“Did you think I would let that go?” he growled while picking up speed, applying just enough pressure to make me want more. “That you wouldn’t get punished?”

“How many girls have you touched this week?”

“One,” he hissed in my ear. “And she’s right fucking here.”

Like I believed that. Would’ve told him as much too, if I could’ve made my mouth work. Instead of speaking, I moaned and let my head fall back on his shoulder.

“Look at you. One finger and you’re all ready to be my dirty little slut.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as pleasure overtook me.

“You’re sorry, are you?”

His curt words should’ve been my first clue that something was wrong. But I didn’t care. I’d give Logan whatever he wanted, as long as he kept doing what he was doing.

In a matter of seconds my skirt was torn away and my panties obliterated, leaving me bare except for my bra.

Logan shoved a finger inside me and growled, “You haven’t even begun to be sorry.”

Oh.

My.

God.

My entire body seized as my walls clenched tightly around him. Whatever I was chasing was right there. I could feel it. Yet it seemed so far away.

“Please,” I moaned out, shifting my hips back into him.

“That’s it, sweetheart, give in to me.”

My brows furrowed. What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t let this happen. But it was too late. Logan shoved another finger inside me and I went off. Screaming out his name as waves of ecstasy rocked through my body.

Stuck in a cloud of bliss, I couldn’t react when he grabbed the back of my neck and held me against the door. Didn’t care when he palmed my ass, or when I heard the rustle of a belt. I was happy to remain in my satisfied state. Until I felt it.

The smooth, hot, head of his very erect penis. Satisfaction fled and I instantly tensed.

“W-what are–”

“Shut up,” he snarled, tightening his hold on the back of my neck to a painful grip. “Did you think I’d play with your hot little pussy and that would be the end of it? Sorry, sweetheart, that’s not how this shit works.”

The scent of coconut assailed my nostrils as something cool slid down the crack of my ass. It smelled a lot like the oil I had on my bedside table. I held my breath as he smoothed it over my skin, but when his finger dipped down, toying with my back hole, panic set in.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but–”

My sentence was cut off with a loud squeal. I threw myself forward, completely forgetting the door was in my way. Because there was a finger in my ass! Forcing it’s way past that tight ring of muscles to slowly pump in and out of my ass.

My ass!

It was the most invasive, strangest feeling I’d ever had. It was wrong, dirty and painful. So, why could I feel a bead of wetness trickle down my thigh? Oh, fuck it. Who cared? I had bigger things to worry about. Like the finger in my ass.

My ass!

I did what any normal person would do. I struggled and threw my arms behind me. Even managed to hit him a few times. That taught me two things. First, Logan Hudson was deceptively strong, and second, he hit back. Only a lot harder.

“Are you gonna let that prick kiss you again?” he growled, while forcing another finger inside me.

Let me just say, one finger, much better than two.

Defeated, I sucked back my sob and shook my head.

“I’m not going out with Noah.”

I was cut off when Logan viciously shoved his fingers as far as they would go.

“I told you not to say his fucking name!”

“I’m sorry,” I blubbered, tears reigniting the sing in my cheek from his slap, “I canceled the date. I swear. I’m not going out with him.”

“Did you?”

I could hear the disbelief in his voice, but I really did cancel. Noah was a nice guy. It wasn’t fair to lead him on just to prove a point. Not to mention, if he got hurt because of it, I’d never forgive myself.

“I did. I promise.”

“Ah huh.” Though he still sounded mad, I was relieved that his fingers had slowed to more of a soft caress. It wasn’t so much painful anymore, as just uncomfortable. “And why would you do that?”

“I didn’t really like him,” I explained, hoping I wouldn’t upset him again. “Not like I should.”

“So, douchebag didn’t get you wet?”

“No.”

Was it wrong that some sick part of me was enjoying this? Having him touch such a forbidden part? It was even starting to feel kind of good.

“And who does?”

I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t say it. Because that would mean I’d have to admit it to myself. And that I couldn’t do. I shook my head and clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give him an answer.

“God damnit!” Logan roared and lifted me off the ground with one arm around my waist. “You want to fuck with me! Alright sweetheart, let’s fucking play.”

There wasn’t time to respond, because the next thing I knew, I was flying through the air. My body bounced on the mattress before I had time to process what happened. After that, I stayed still, listening to my heart pounding painfully in my chest.

I wasn’t that tiny little girl men could manhandle. In heels, I was close to six foot, and Logan lifted me like I weighed nothing. It was both terrifying, and exhilarating. The terror was what won when I heard the distinct sound of clothes falling on the floor.

I felt the mattress dip as the springs squeaked, and would like to say I jumped up and fled. But I didn’t. I laid there like a coward, too afraid to move, as Logan’s heavy body crawled over me.

It was his bare ass straddling my thighs that finally knocked the sense back into me. I squirmed and failed, fighting to get away. It was useless. One resounding slap, and my will to fight was sucked away with the air in my lungs.

“I’d stop fighting if I were you.” Something a lot bigger than a finger lined up with my back hole, making me instantly freeze. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

I opened my mouth to tell him off at the same time he pushed forward. Sharp slices of fire raced across my skin as Logan forced his cock past that tight ring of muscles. God it hurt. I felt like I was being split open. I fought to push him out while cramming the blanket in my mouth to muffle my scream. But he didn’t care.

Tears dripped off my face and onto the blanket I was biting down on as I whimpered and reached back to push him away. He answered by pinning my arms against my back and giving me another smack. My torment seemed to go on forever. So achingly slow and wracked with pain that I was pathetically relieved when his pelvis met my backside.

“Jesus fuck.” He released a satisfied grunt and squeezed my sore ass cheek. “You feel fucking amazing.”

I could care less how he thought I felt. At least that’s what I told myself. The flutter in my chest suggested otherwise.

“I hate you,” I grumbled through the stuffing crammed in my mouth.

Next thing I knew, the blanket, my one comfort, was ripped away. “Get that shit out of your mouth. I want to fucking hear you scream.”

Terrified and thoroughly confused, I decided to try another approach.

“Logan, I’m scared.” There was no point in hiding it anymore. His uncompromising hardness was lodged inside me. If he couldn’t see me shaking, he could feel it. “I won’t fight you anymore. Please don’t hurt me.”

“You’ll be a good girl now, will you?” he said, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward. Giving me a taste of what he had in store.

I pressed my face into the mattress and slowly nodded. If this was the consequence of fighting him, then it wasn’t worth it.

“Spread your legs.”

I did.

“Get up on all fours.”

I did that too, because if I listened, maybe he would make it nice for me.

“Still scared, sweetheart?” He gave me a small thrust and snickered when I trembled.

I whimpered out a cry. “It hurts.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up against him. “Good. I want to hurt you. The louder you scream, the harder I come.”

Then he fucked me.

There was nothing tender or soft about the way Logan took me. His thrusts were hard, fast and brutal. Raw animal lust. As much as I wanted to hate it, a bigger part of me didn’t. It loved the way he used me. The smell of sweat in the air, and deep grunts. It hurt, yes. So much. But there was this dark pleasure behind it. Like some twisted part of my soul was surfacing. Pain mixed with euphoria sending me off that orgasmic cliff. Again, and again, and again.

By the time the fourth orgasm was cresting, I couldn’t take it anymore. My energy was sapped. That blissful cloud I was so eager to chase before was now painfully intense, spikes rolling up my spine.

“Please,” I begged with tears trickling down my face. “I can’t… no more.”

“You’re done when I say you’re fucking done.” Logan wrapped his hand around my neck, pulled me up to him, and licked the tears off my cheek “Your ass feels way too fucking good. I could fuck you all night.”

I whimpered. I wouldn’t survive much more of this.

“You want me to come, sunshine?”

I actually allowed myself to believe he’d taken pity on me. Relief washed over me as I nodded. I should’ve known better.

“No other boys. No going on dates.” He tipped my chin, forcing me to look into his hooded eyes. “You’re mine until I say otherwise. Say it.”

I’d promised myself I wouldn’t go down this road, but I said it anyway. “I’m yours until you say otherwise.”

The hard look on his face softened.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sliding his fingers through my folds and strumming my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, and still he didn’t stop. He thrust his fingers inside me, hitting a spot I was way too sensitive to enjoy. “You can give me one more.”

Was it possible to die from an orgasm? Because I was pretty sure I was about to find out.

“No more,” I whined, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

Logan sped up, pumping his cock furiously in my ass as he thrust his fingers harder. Brushing that damned spot over and over, forcing me off an orgasmic cliff that had me seeing spots. It felt like my heart stopped. Seized right there in my chest, as my vision blackened. I heard him growl, felt his teeth clamp down on my shoulder, and that was it. My last thought as darkness leaked in, sweeping me to the blissful void of nothing, was that Logan Hudson was the devil.

And I just sold him my soul.