Shattered (Koa #5)

13. Asher

Chapter 13

Asher

I t’s around two in the morning when I head over. I slept for a while in my den so that I wouldn’t have to waste energy on the stairs.

When I reach for the door handle to Sunshine’s house, I don’t expect to find it locked. I smile when the handle turns for me, and I slip inside, locking it behind me. The considerate little cunt left a light on in her kitchen for her attacker. So sweet, so thoughtful.

I leave my shoes and socks at the door and tear off my shirt, leaving me in just some loose shorts.

I’m quiet as I move, leaning into my limp as much as I can while I’m alone. The stairs are dimly lit with light from the kitchen and another at the top of the stairs.

I know her bedroom’s upstairs, so I begin my climb. Thankfully, she has a sturdy double rail in place. The stairway is wide enough for the rails to jut out from the wall, giving me ample room to brace it. It makes climbing the stairs easy, far more accessible than the narrow, rickety rail at my new place with not enough room to grab.

When I reach the top of the stairs, I tuck myself into a little corner by a closed door. It’s not her bedroom. Since I know what window she yelled at me out of, I know which door it is. I take a couple of minutes to breathe, rest, and listen. I haven’t heard a thing, so I know I haven’t woken her.

Yet.

When I’m ready, I open her bedroom door quietly. A fan provides the white noise for me to sneak in unnoticed. The curtain is open, and the side light in my driveway lights the room enough that I can see her. She’s fast asleep on her back, her head turned to the side, and her mouth hanging open. Her eyes are tightly shut. The blankets are pulled down to her waist.

This is the first time I’ve been able to take a good look at her without her fucking yelling at me. In fact, it’s the first time I’ve seen her at peace.

Sunshine’s not a woman I’d usually go for. The chicks I’ve fucked in the past were taller and sexier, with curves and tits and a juicy ass. Sunshine, by comparison, is short and angry, with no tits to be found, and a modest but cute ass, with some wider hips. And somehow, her body appeals to me like no one else has before.

Her head’s another fucking story.

Since she's fast asleep, I take the opportunity to piss her off some more. I head into her bathroom and flick on the light. Like the rest of the house, it’s a little more aged. The walls are covered in little sunflower designs, including one that’s all fucked up. Her shower curtain is a sunflower field, and even her toothbrush is yellow.

I start by flipping her toilet seat up and hiding her toothbrush, which was sitting in a cup on the counter, on the top of the mounted cabinet on the wall. She’s too short to reach, so I know she won’t find it.

I take a quick shower and dry off using her towel hung over the rail. Once I'm finished, I leave it on the floor. I don't bother putting my clothes back on, since it’ll be much easier if I’m not holding her down.

Once I head in, I rip her blankets off and climb straight on top of her, clamping her mouth at the same time. Her eyes open frantically, and my hand muffles what would’ve been an ear-splitting scream. Her whole body tenses, trying to throw me off, but she doesn’t have a hope in hell. She’s so much smaller than me.

“Don’t scream again. Don’t make me hurt you,” I growl.

She swallows hard, and my hand travels down her throat as her eyes settle on mine, wide with fear. I hold her there while she squirms beneath me, her body shuddering, probably with need.

Fucking whore.

“Why?” she whispers meekly.

“Because you’re a pathetic little slut who loves being forced,” I say, my voice ice cold. “Just admit it, and I’ll leave right now. I won’t even leak your video tonight.”

“I won’t!” she growls.

“Come on now, little slut. It’d save you another pounding, and I bet you’re already sore as it is. ”

She fights some more under me. I have no idea whether she thinks she has a hope in hell of escaping or is leaning into the feeling.

“Come on. Did I hurt you last time? You can tell me,” I say, taunting her.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Now I’m gonna hurt you some more.”

She shudders, a little squeak slipping between her lips as I grab a handful of her nice ass and squeeze. When she fights, I hold her down by her arms, managing to hold both with just one of mine, and I use the other to yank her shorts down, making her shriek in my ear.

I shove my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, and then guide my cock to her cunt, finding it soaking wet, ready for me. She can fight, she can tell me no, she can say she hates me, but her cunt doesn’t lie that it wants me.

“You disgust me,” she snarls, thrashing beneath me. She hardly budges me an inch.

“Stop fighting so much!” I snap right back, grabbing her by the back of her neck as I slip inside her. I glide in effortlessly. “If I disgust you, why is your cunt wet and ready for me?”

She squirms some more but doesn’t have an answer.

“That’s what I thought. Maybe next time, I’ll drug you.”

“You fucking wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet? Here’s a spoiler, Sunshine. The list of things I will do to you is much shorter than the list of things I won’t. The sooner you accept that, the easier it’ll be for you.”

“Get fucked!” she growls. A few harsh thrusts have her yelping, clamping her mouth shut.

“Language,” I taunt her, reaching under and struggling to find her nipple over the flat surface. When it begins to harden, I pinch, making her hiss. “Almost couldn’t find that tiny tit.”

“STOP!” she wails.

I have to give it to her; she really puts up a fight. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think she hates this, but her cunt doesn’t lie, pulling me deeper inside while she tries to throw me like a bronco. All it does is tire her out and steal her breath.

“Stop isn’t what I want to hear. You know what I want to hear.”

“No…” she fights.

“That’s not it either.”

My leg is beginning to ache, so it’s time to wrap this up. When I thrust into her hard, she screams, and I cover her mouth as I fuck her, slamming her deeper into her mattress. She fights, but she’s no match for me, and eventually, I empty inside of her, biting my tongue to stifle my moan. She doesn’t deserve that.

When I climb off her, she doesn’t move. Her back rises and falls with her breaths, and her eyes are clamped shut as she battles exhaustion.

She’s hiding from me, but I won’t let her. I approach her slowly and grab a handful of her hair, tugging just enough to make her wince, but she doesn’t open her eyes.

“Sleep tight little whore. Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

A cute whimper confirms she heard me.

I leave her in bed, grabbing my clothes on my way out. I easily descend the stairs and pause by the door, an idea flickering in my head. A dusty old key rack is on the back of the door, and a single key hangs from it. Trying my luck, I open the door and stick the key in the lock, finding it turns.

I wonder if she’ll notice it’s gone, not that it matters.

I pull on my clothes, leaving my shirt on the floor. I want her to remember I was here. Once I’m ready, I pocket her spare house key and exit the house, leaving the door unlocked behind me.