EroticReverie

Evie 

A few hours  have gone by when I hear the keys in the door and the fucking turn of the doorknob I’m up on my feet screaming at Zade. 

“You fucking asshole!” I yell at him.  

“You piece of shit! Get up here!” I scream as he keeps moving around below the bedroom that overlooks most of the apartment. I hear him open the fridge and crack open a beer. 

“Zade! God damnit I’m not fucking around!” I yell at him and then see the top of his head as he walks to the couch and sits down. He doesn’t even look at me. 

“You fuck! Get up here! Uncuff me! I swear once I get ahold of you I’m gonna rip your fucking dick off!” I yell and pull at the cuffs. He picks up a remote and the stereo speaker blares to life as Rob Zombie blares through the apartment. 

He just sits there. Staring straight ahead and not paying me any attention, like he doesn’t even fucking hear me still yelling. 

I’m so frustrated and pissed off , he takes a long drink of his beer and leans his head back and closes his eyes.

“You son of a bitch !” I yell at him. About fifteen minutes goes by before he stands and is walking up the stairs. I’m seething. 

He doesn’t even look at me as he walks to the dresser. Grabs a key and tosses it to me. It clinks on the floor by my feet and I growl as I grab it. He sits on the bed and I shake my head. Cursing at him as I work the key into the cuff and unlock it and grab my wrist when it’s free. I throw the key down , the cuffs falling to the floor and over the ledge and down into the living room below. 

I walk over to him and slap him across the face. He just takes it. I slap him again. Again pushing at his big fucking chest and shoulders as he just sits there , letting me do it. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I say and slap his face again. 

“No!” I scream and push as he grabs my still naked body and pulls me onto his lap. Forcing me to straddle him. 

“You think I want to fucking touch you!!!??! Get of me you fucking asshole!” I say and shove and he grabs me tight and with one big arm around my back he swings me to the side and tosses me onto me onto my back and stands and pulls his shirt off. Pulls off his beanie and tosses it. I look up at him and shake my head. 

“You’ve lost your fucking mind!” I yell up at him. He just smiles softly and undoes his belt and unzips his pants. 

“I said no!” I yell at him but my legs part and his hand on his cock guides it to my pussy and he pushes into me and my mouth falls open and my head pushes back. 

“Zade…what the fuck” I whimper as he starts to fuck me. It’s slow. Then it’s faster.  Faster. My hands are clawing at his back as I hold on as the music drowns out the sounds of our breathing.

He hasn’t said a fucking word as he keeps fucking me. 

“Zade” I moan loudly as he keeps going. Then he pulls out and flips me over and I’m yanked onto all fours as he stands behind me at the edge of the bed and grabs my hips and slams back into me. I scream and drop my head to the bed.

“Fuck” I moan and clutch the covers of his bed that are still all fucked up from this morning. 

“Yes baby” I moan. “Fuck me” I clench around his cock and he grunts and grabs my waist and yanks me back hard as he thrust violently into me. 

I was still pissed. But I can’t lie, I wanted him anyways. These past few days with him have been good, they’ve been fun, and I’ve enjoyed my time with him more than I would’ve ever expected to. 

“Oh god” I moan as he slaps my ass hard and then fists my hair. 

“Spank me harder” I whimper.

He does. Slapping my ass so it cracks loudly even through the music and I yelp and then he’s pushing my head down and my face into the mattress. 

I’m screaming my fucking lungs out as his big dick ruins me all over again. He fucks me like he hates me. Maybe he does. Maybe he’s just been playing with me for the days I’ve been here. 

“Zade” I whimper , trying to push my head up but he grunts and pushes it harder into the bed as he pounds into me. 

“Zade..stop” I cry out. 

I thought we’d been doing more than just having sex. I thought he liked me. Really liked me. Liked me being here. But I was wrong. 

“Stop!” I scream and his hips crash into me again. Then stop. I don’t even realize it, but I’m crying as he slides out of me and I drop my hips to the bed and turn my head into the bed and cry into the covers. 

Moments go by. His hand touches my leg softly. 

“Evie…” his voice is soft. I can hear it. Even through the music. 

“Don’t touch me” I say as I yank my leg up and crawl away from him and the off the side of the bed. He sits down and watches me as I grab my clothes. 

“Evie” he says again and I hold my clothes to my chest and walk over and slap him across the face. 

“Don’t you ever fuck me like that. EVER!” I yell at him. He winces. Not from the slap. But my words. 

“Fuck you. I’m not your god damn whore” I say and slap him again and he closes his eyes. 

“I’m sorry” he says and I believe him. But it doesn’t matter. He let me have feelings for him then treated me the way they all do. Every man I’ve ever had sex with. Like nothing more than a fuck. Which is fine when I want nothing more than a fuck. But he made me want more. 

“Fuck I’m sorry” he says and hangs his head and puts his elbows to his knees and his head in his hands. I just stand there. 

I walk over to the other remote he keeps up here. And I turn off the speakers and then set the remote down along with my clothes and walk back to him. He sniffles. His shoulders moving. My god. Was he…crying?

“Zade…” I say softly and then place a hand on his head. Slipping my fingers through his hair. 

He shakes his head. 

“Hey….its okay” I say. God I was a sucker. I kneel down and then peek up at him as I take his hands from his face. 

“What happened? Why did you come back here hating me again?” I ask and he looks at me. 

“Zade…talk to me” I say gently when he doesn’t answer. 

He takes a deep breath and looks away. 

“Put your clothes on. I’m taking you home.” He says and my brows pinch. 

“What if I don’t want to go?” I ask. 

“Grady wants you home.” He says. 

“Fuck Grady, Zade, what happened?” I ask and he looks at me. 

“Put your fucking clothes on Evangelina. You’ve served your purpose. I’m done with you.” He says and my jaw clenches. 

“Time for the rest of them to have a turn with you.” He says and bite my teeth together so fucking hard I think they’ll break. 

“You are such a fucking pussy” I glare at him. 

“Big tough fucking bastard but such a fucking pussy!” I yell at him and push up and stand and slap him again. 

“Fuck you!” I yell at him. 

“Fuck you!” I yell again as he grabs my hands. 

“I fucking hate you!” I scream as I cry. The tears are hot on my cheeks as I look at him. Wanting him to be a fucking man. I know something happened. Something was said. That he doesn’t mean why he’s saying to me. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

“No wonder she didn’t fucking want you! Pussy!” I yell and spit in his face. He clenches his jaw and glares at me. 

“I can say mean shit too you fucking bastard” I seethe through my teeth as I cry. 

“Talk to me” I plead. “Just fucking talk to me” I beg. “Please” I plead through my watery eyes. 

“I’ve got nothing to say Evangelina.” He says. 

“Youre fucking weak” I hiss at him. 

“Nothing but a pussy fucking thug” I snarl and he grabs me and throws me onto the bed and grabs his clothes. 

“Get dressed.” He growls. 

“Youre a fucking pussy !” I yell at him. Screaming at him and he turns to me and grabs me by the throat. 

“One more fucking word out of you and I’ll MAKE you shut up” he growls at me and my lips trembles. His eyes softening as he watches my lips and the. His eyes lift back to mine. 

“You gonna hit me? Like him?” I ask and lift my chin. Trying to pretend I don’t fucking care. 

“Go ahead. Be a fucking man. Be a man Zade. Hit me. Go ahead” I cry and he grips my throat tighter and I whimper and his nostrils flare. 

“Get fucking dressed. I have no problem dragging you home naked if that’s what you want.” He says. And then releases me and turns and keeps getting dressed. 

“Zade” I say his name again. One last time. 

Hoping. Pleading. Praying. 

“Shut the fuck up Evangelina.” He snarls and then walks away. Pulling his shirt on. Throwing his beanie on. 

“Put your fucking clothes on. Let’s go.” He says and leaves me up there as he walks downstairs and sit there.  

I wipe my pathetic tears. Pull my clothes on and go downstairs. Neither of us saying a word as we leave what I thought was my safe place. And realize it was nothing more than a temporary dream.