She nods her head slightly, and I shake my head when I still see the doubt. “Not good enough. Tell me something he said to you so I can give you the truth. Remember, I can’t lie to my best friend.” I give her a small smile to try and ease some of the pain I see in her eyes.
“Okay,” she nods her head. “He would never go down on me because he thought it was disgusting and hated how I tasted.”
“Well, I already know he’s lying on that one. You taste fucking amazing. Did you see me gagging at any point or making disgusting faces?”
“No,” she says, trying to suppress a smile.
“Exactly. Let me ask you this. Did he ever taste you?”
She wrinkles her nose in concentration and shakes her head. “No, I guess he didn’t. I just took what he said as truth.”
“The truth is he’s a pussy and doesn’t know how the hell to be a man and please a woman down there, so he lied to you to make himself better. Next question.”
“I could never get him to cum with blowjobs. I hated them. I even threw up on him once, and he said I was the worst one he had ever received, and he never asked for one again.”
“And what did you feel with me? Did it disgust you?”
She shakes her head no, and a blush creeps up her cheeks. “No, quite the opposite. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it.”
“One, that makes me very happy because I promise you that you were the best I’ve ever received, and I will gladly let you do it anytime you want.” Her blush deepens as a smile plays on her lips. “Two, it makes me very happy you threw up on him. If I had his ugly dick in my face, I would have thrown up too.”
She laughs like I wanted her to, and I grin back.
“Anything else?” I ask.
“One last thing,” she bites her lips, and I release it with my thumb.
“Don’t hold back on me now. I can take it.”
“He could only get off if I struggled with him. He liked it when I said no and fought him. Holding me down was the only way my body would excite him. The funny thing was, I wasn’t acting,” she says softly as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. “I would take all my anger out on him and fight him until I was hoarse and bruised for days. I learned that if I fought really hard, he would be done faster, and I could be alone to cry myself asleep all that much quicker.”
I blink, unable to process what she just said, as the words finally sink in. “Lyla, that’s rape,” I say hoarsely. I run my hand furiously through my hair, wanting more than anything to seek out this bastard. “He fucking raped you for what…five years? The motherfucker got off on raping you.”
“He was my husband…I…”
“I don’t give a fuck that he was your husband. It’s still rape.” My jaw ticks, and I grip her hips tightly. I’m so fucking angry at him right now I can’t see straight.
I lean my head against the headboard and shut my eyes tightly to try and get a grip on the need to kill him right now. I feel her hand rub my chest to try and soothe me when it’s me who should be soothing her. I force myself to breathe deeply to calm down. The last thing she needs in her life is to feel more anger.
“What made you finally leave?” I say quietly when I feel more in control of my emotions.
“After four years, he started drinking more when he came back home from his trips to the point where he became unrecognizable. His words became more hateful, and he was harder to please in the bedroom when he was home from his trips. I knewI couldn’t stay with him any longer, so I started putting money back little by little so he wouldn’t notice anything was taken. I pawned what I could of my jewelry where he wouldn’t notice it was missing. I needed enough money to get my mom moved someplace else and have some left over for a bus ticket.”
The tears start back up, and she swipes them away. I take her hand in mine and place it over my heart, trying to give her any comfort I can.
“He had a week-long trip coming up, and the night before he left, I knew I needed to get out of there. I didn’t have enough money, but I would get the rest when I could pawn my wedding ring after I got to where I was going. He had more to drink than usual, and when I tried to fight him off, he hit me so hard I saw stars. He was so angry at me because he couldn’t get hard. He kept telling me how useless I was as a wife and how lucky I was that I met him because nobody else would want me.” She finally breaks down and cries.
I pull her to me as she lets it all out. “It’s okay, baby. No one is ever going to hurt you like that again. I promise you, I won’t ever let it happen,” I murmur in her ear. “You are safe with me.”
Her body heaves with sobs as years of anger and hurt flow onto my shoulder and slide down my chest…tears that have been held back but are finally set free. I sit with her in my arms until she finally exhausts herself.
“Will you do me a favor,” she hiccups against my chest.
“Anything,” I say right away as I brush back her hair.
“Stay with me until I fall asleep.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I scoot us down on the bed and spoon her from behind. Wrapping as tightly around her as I can without squeezing the life out of her, I hold her against my body.
