Page 43 of Hateful Vows


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While his back is turned toward me, I quickly slip out of my underwear, folding them on the floor so we don’t have to stare at the bloody pad inside. When I straighten back up, Briggshas already stepped under the spray, water cascading down his muscular back.

“Get in here, bird,” Briggs says over his shoulder.

My legs move on their own, not afraid of what’s to come. I step into the shower, slipping on the wet tile in the process. My arms come out automatically, wrapping around Briggs’s torso to steady myself. My face and boobs press against his back, my bare pussy pushes against his ass.

“Mhhh,” Briggs muses. “You got the right idea, but I’m supposed to be the big spoon.”

I let go of him, untangling my arms from his torso while making sure that my feet are planted firmly. “Sorry about that,” I mumble, realizing in terror that there is blood running down my inner thighs. Pink water swirls around our feet. “Are you sure you want me in here?”

Briggs turns around and looks down. If he is disgusted, he is hiding it well. “It’s just a little blood. Are you still cramping?”

“The pain is gone,” I tell him, realizing he is already fully hard.

“Good, come here, wrap your arms around my neck,” he orders while placing his hands on my hips.

Before I know what he is planning, he lifts me up and pushes my back against the cool tile wall, making me hiss at the coldness on my heated skin. I have no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him. My hot center pressed against his stomach, and I know I must be getting blood all over him. He doesn’t seem to care.

His eyes are filled with nothing but carnal lust as he slowly lowers me onto his cock. I tense when his head bumps against my pussy, but I melt into his touch when the smooth head brushes over my clit. Then he finds my entrance. He presses into me unhurriedly, like he is enjoying burying every inch.

His heated gaze never leaves mine as he sinks into me all the way, making us both moan in pleasure. Unlike my first time, there is no resistance. He slides in with ease, filling me completely while holding my body against the wall.

“When I’m inside of you, I almost forget that I hate you,” he whispers, and I think it’s more to himself than me.

I know exactly what he means. Both times we have been together like this, he hasn’t been mean to me. He doesn’t hurt me or enjoy my pain like he usually does. He just fucks me passionately.

He tilts his face so that our foreheads are touching before closing his eyes and licking his lips. I stare at those lips, wishing stupidly that he would kiss me. I don’t even know why I would want that, maybe because it adds to the whole illusion that he doesn’t actually hate me. Briggs’s eyes open, and I find the same weird yearning reflecting back at me. Does he want to kiss me too? As quick as I saw it, it disappears even quicker. Of course he doesn’t want to kiss me.

Briggs rocks me against the wall, hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes me throw my head back with a moan. I tighten my legs around him, holding him close and pushing him even deeper. My fingers dig into his back, my nails raking over his skin as he pounds into me without restraint.

“Remember how you came on my cock last time?” Briggs asks breathlessly before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin on my neck.

I tense, remembering how he bit me, which only makes him chuckle. I expect him to do it again, but instead, he simply licks and nibbles on my shoulder. Having his mouth on me feels amazing. Combine that with his body rubbing on mine, the hot water cascading down our skin and the weed in my system intensifying all of it. I’m in fucking heaven.

“I can feel your cunt tightening,” Briggs says into the shell of my ear. “I know you are about to come. Cream all over my cock, little bird. Show me what a little slut you are.”

Calling me a slut should act like an ice cold bucket of water, but even that doesn’t faze me right now. I’m too far gone. My orgasm crashes into me like a train going a hundred miles per hour. My thighs quiver, and my whole body tightens. Briggs fucks me through my release, pounding into me violently until he finds his own. He comes with a shudder, his fingers digging into my upper thighs like he is going to leave bruises.

Then everything stills. We both catch our breaths while we are standing awkwardly in the shower. After a moment, Briggs shifts me in his hold, sliding his cock out of me before slowly lowering me to my feet. My legs shake from exhaustion, and I’m barely able to keep myself up, but I somehow manage to stand.

Briggs turns toward the spray and cleans himself up before turning the water off. “Do we have a towel?” he asks as he gets out of the stall without looking at me.

“There is one in my suitcase,” I answer, turning the water back on so I can clean the cum and blood off my legs.

Briggs disappears into my room, closing the bathroom door behind him. I turn off the water, hoping he will come and bring me the towel after he is done. I wrap my arms around my naked body and wait, the crisp air in the room making me cold. I rub my arms and step out of the shower.

Just when I’m about to call out to him for the towel, I hear the dorm room open and slam shut. I flinch at the loud noise.

Still completely naked, I tiptoe to the door and open it slightly, sticking my head out. My dorm room is empty. I open the door further and step out. My suitcase is open, clothing items spilled out, and the wet towel is on top. I quickly grab the towel and wrap it around my body.

The food boxes are still on the bed, the only proof that he was here at all. Briggs’s clothes are gone, and so is he. The prick just left me. I’m shocked, but why am I? What was I expecting from him? To cuddle after? The thought warms me. I want him to hold me, but why? I’m so confused. I hate the guy. He hates me more, and there is no way we will ever be anything besides enemies.

So why the fuck am I sad that he is gone?

20

BRIGGS

I’m in the cafeteria, surrounded by my friends, but my mind’s a million miles away. Thinking about Wren’s dorm room when I left her naked in the shower, where I almost kissed her. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t kiss chicks. I never did, but especially nother.

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