MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

PAST - CIARA

“ S he was a virgin, you piece of shit!”

I can hear my sister screaming at Danny downstairs, but I can’t bring myself to move. Tears stream down my face, the reality of the situation crushing my soul. Danny had sex with me last night, and for a while, I thought it was because he wanted to. Turns out, it was all for Cheyenne’s benefit. She went off on one of her little fits, and decided to use another man to make him jealous. Angry, he came to find me, and one thing led to another. I didn’t tell him it was my first time. I came home, sobbing because I figured it out, and my sister found me. She asked me what happened, I told her, and everything came to light. She was jealous and angry, and I was downright heartbroken.

“I didn’t fuckin’ know!”

“How could you?! How could you fuck her, Spike?”

“Thought you were movin’ on. I was sick of playin your fuckin’ games.”

“So you fucked my sister to get back at me?”

That hurts, God, it hurts. I heave and my eyes burn from the salty tears continually leaking out of them. I wrap my arms around my mid-section and I cry and cry. A revenge fuck. That’s what I was. A fucking revenge fuck! I was no more than a way to get back at Cheyenne.

He broke me. He truly tore me apart. My body is aching, a reminder of what went on last night. I’m trying not to think about it, but the images are haunting me. The way he touched me, the way he ran his fingers over my body...god...he made it feel so real. I thought it was real.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” he growls, swirling his tongue around my clit.

I arch my back, gripping the sheets and whimpering his name. Over and over, his tongue swirls around my swollen nub, bringing me to orgasm embarrassingly fast. His fingers are deep inside me, pressing, causing me to become wet around him. His lips have been all over my body. Every part of me is now his.

I will never forget the moment he moves up my body. His eyes are on mine, and oh, I’m desperate to kiss him. He hasn’t kissed me, I don’t know why, and I don’t care. He’s here. He’s with me, and that’s all that matters. I watch with hooded eyes as he rolls on a condom. He removed the spikes; he must have taken them out before he came here, because I can’t see them and I’ve heard from enough sources that they’re there.

His body moves over mine, and he puts his lips to my shoulder, soothing me before he presses inside. A stab of pain travels through my body, and I take hold of him, whimpering. He pushes in further, growling loudly and tangling his fingers in my hair. I cry out, but it sounds so similar to a cry of pleasure that Danny doesn’t notice it’s that of pain, too. He sheaths himself, and then gently pulls back out.

“You’re so tight, baby, so tight.”

I shudder, and wrap myself around him, tilting my hips to meet each of his deep, intense thrusts. The pain eventually eases and is replaced by pleasure so powerful, my mind spins. I close my eyes, arching my back and whimpering his name as he moves. His growls combine with my whimpers, and we make a magical sound all of our own. I have imagined this many times over, but this, this is so much better than I could have ever dreamed up.

“She’s devastated!” Cheyenne screams, snapping me out of my moment.

“Then let me speak to her, and tell her I fucked up.”

“No, you’re going to stay away from her. She doesn’t want you, Spike...she is so angry at you right now. If you care about her at all, you’ll leave her alone.”

“Didn’t wanna fuckin’ hurt her!”

“Well you did, and you hurt me, too.”

“I fucked up,” he barks. “So did you.”

“I didn’t fuck someone else!”

“Fuck, Cheyenne...”

I cover my ears, getting to my feet. My body hurts, and my eyes burn. I reach under my bed and grip my suitcase. I toss my clothes and belongings into it, and I wipe my tears dry. I won’t cry another tear for Danny. Not fucking one.

I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much, my heart can’t handle another moment listening to them argue about me. Like I am just a huge mistake. I can’t watch him choose her, and I can’t sit around pretending like that wouldn’t bother me. It does, and I won’t live a second longer pretending it doesn’t.

I can still hear them arguing outside so I take my things, and I head downstairs. They’re out the back of the house, so they don’t even notice that I’m moving around. They’re too busy arguing. I stop at my parent’s room on the way out and I take their savings in cash, then I take one last, long look at my house before heading out the front door. I get into my car, start it and, swallowing hard, I reverse it out of the driveway. No way in hell will I be anyone’s revenge fuck, and I certainly won’t live as second best.

I need to get out of here.

I just can’t do it anymore.