EroticReverie

Genevieve

I told Abel everything last night. After we'd had sex twice and I laid there in his arms. I confessed in full to everything that happened since the first time Will had manipulated me and raped me. 

i told him how it started when I was twelve, and lasted till I was fifteen. That will called it a "relationship". Told him how when I got my first period at thirteen, Will was excited and demanded we have sex even more. I was too young and dumb know to the consequences. What he was trying to do. When I'd missed my third period, he'd maken me take a pregnancy test he bought, then "celebrated" by raping me probably the hardest he ever had. 

I tell Abel how I thought he loved me. How my mom found out when I four months pregnant, and took me to the doctor. I ended up losing the baby two weeks later. I tell Abel how Will blamed me. How he slapped me till I was sobbing on the floor and then he'd fucked me while I screamed, as he told me he'd fuck another child into me. That i WAS going to have his baby. 

I never told him that my mom had my doctor put an IUD in the very day I'd lost the baby, since I wouldnt tell her who the father was. Will was always reminding me not to tell a single person. I never had, not till now. 

I tell him how we carried on "Dating" till I was fifteen and my mother started seeing Carl. He told me I was going to end up a club whore, just like her. That he didn't love me anymore.  I'd ended up seeking the attention that I'd gotten from him, for boys at school. Sleeping around, at least this time with guys my age. 

Eventually I only saw him in passing, or patroling in the police car once he started working on the force. I tell Abel how I'd heard last year about him messing around with that girl. That was the same age I was when he took my virginity. I admit that in a sick, messed up way, I had been jealous. 

I knew what I had with Will wasn't love. But at the time when I was with him, he'd made it feel that way. Had groomed me into believing he cared for me. And when he wasnt being cruel, or forcing himself on me, he made me feel special. But hearing that he'd found someone else, even though I knew how wrong it was he was fucking another twelve year old girl, or so the rumors said. I'd got too drunk, too sad, and walked the two miles to his house. He'd already seperated from his wife, so when I showed up in the rain, soaking wet, crying, and begging him to let me in. He did. I tell Abel that I spent three days at his house. Because Will had tied me to his bed, gagged me, left me for hours at a time. Coming back on his lunch break to fuck me, coming home at night to fuck me. Telling me it was time for me to have his baby. 

I'd known the second I sobered the mistake I'd made. Disgusted with myself for letting myself believe even in my drunken state, that a fucking pervert like Will Michaels was the best I could do. Then tell Abel, that was the last time anything happened, before the other night. I'd threated to tell Carl if he came near me ever again when he'd finally let me go. When reports had come into the station that my mom filed a "missing persons" report. He knew he had to let me go back home. 

I'd lied to my mother and told her I ran away. Abel says he remembers it, and I know he does, because him and Carl both , as well as the Skulls, had sat me down at the club house, trying to force me to tell them where I went. Who let me stay with them. I didn't say a word. 

We fall asleep together after I've gotten it all off my chest, and I don't mention anything about the way his eyes seemed to glisten with tears multiple times during me recounting my past with Will. 

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Waking up in the morning, it's because I feel his hand hovering as his fingers slip my hair behind my ear and I open my eyes. Wordlessly I lean into him, both of us pulling our bodies closer as I face him, and hitching my leg up over his hips. I bury my head in his neck as he holds me, thrusting into me as the sounds of birds chirp outside, and traffic moves about, the world going on, even though a man was killed last night. 

Last night I was mess. This morning though. The guilt and burden that Abel tried to take off me, by telling me I didnt do anything, by telling me to live a lie, that I hadnt put blood on my hands. The guilt and burden he worries about, it's not there. I don't feel bad. Nobody was going to miss Will Michaels. I would feel sorry for his kids, but I let myself believe that I was probably saving them from the same fate I'd met at twelve years old. i believed it, because it was most likely true. I should have some kind of guilt I suppose. I'd killed a man afterall. But the only thing that shook me in the night, wasnt that I'd plunged a knife in his neck, making the strike that took his life. But the way he'd laughed about what he'd done to me. The look of pure evil that I'd somehow missed when I was young and stupid. But Abel had held me when I startled awake, holding me till I fell back asleep in his arms. 

After we have sex, we have sex again. Then again. Then we go from his room to the bathroom and the small shower, where we have sex again. Almost all of it is wordless, as if we're just working to erase all the times Will took what wasn't his. Or as if we might both breakdown if we stop and forced to face what I'd told him last night. 

As I lay in bed after the shower, wearing one of his shirts. I watch him as he pulls on his jeans, slides on his boots, puts on his shirt, then his leather cut instead of the jacket. I watch him run a hand through his hair and slip the black beanie on his head. The fact I ever thought i loved Will, when just looking at Abel makes me feel the way it does, it makes me feel so incredibly stupid. 

"I love you." I say, the words coming to me easily. His hand pauses on his beanie and he turns and looks at me, a small smile on my face.

"I'm in love with you." I correct myself, so he understands exactly what I'm saying. Because of course I loved him, I loved all the guys in the club, they were family. But being this is the first time I've ever said it to him. I need him to know just what I'm intending. 

He lowers his hand and walks over to the bed, lifting his knee, then placing his hand onto the bed and crawls over to me, and ontop of me, the smile of his growing. My hands sliding to the leather cut and grabbing at the jacket, pulling him down ontop of me. 

I only wanted him to say it back if he meant it. I wasnt even saying it to hear him say it back. But a large parted of me did need to hear it. 

"I've loved you for a long time" he says. 

"And lately....there's been no doubt in my mind." he says. 

"that im IN love with you too" he says and kisses me, settling a bit of his weight on me at his hips as i wrap my legs around him. 

I knew Abel wasn't proud of his attraction to me before I was eighteen. But in his defense, he'd never acted on it, other than flirting or teasing. Even as the days grew closer and closer to me being eighteen, he'd never once done anything until the other night together. When the tension that had been building secretly, or not so secretly between us, had finally overflowed the night of our parents wedding. 

"I'm gonna go get you some clothes" he says , kissing me and I shake my head. 

"Just stay here" I say, wrapping my legs tighter and pushing my hips upward. 

He smiles and kisses my nose. 

"Wish I could...all day....but the club has stuff to do..." he says, and I know he means damage control. Of coverin tracks, looking at all angles. Of saving their princess, that was now....just like them...a criminal. A murderer. 

"And I need to dress you, and feed you before hand." he says and kisses me as I pull his mouth back to mine. 

"stay with me" I whisper on his mouth. 

He bears down, pushing his cock against my bare pussy, his shirt now pushed up near my waist as he grinds against me. I moan at the friction. Reaching down, I grab his ass, pulling him into me as he dips his head down and kisses my neck, groaning as I whimper as buck against him, rubbing myself on him.

"Abel" I moan. i wanted more of him. So much more of him and he groans in my neck. 

"Cum little Ginny" he whispers and I let out a little cry. Pulling myself harder into him as he grins against me, his warm breath on my neck. 

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I'm whimpering on the bed as he look at me from the door to his bedroom at the club. 

"Love you baby" he winks.

I smile. "Love you too."