Page 16 of Puck Me Dirty


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“I-I,” I stutter and he growls.

“And tonight? Did you know Number 4? Because he seemed to know you.” he accuses and I climb off the bed, stomping over to him and pressing my finger into his chest.

“I don’t fucking know the prick! End of story,” I yell but he gets in my face, growling at me.

“How can I believe you when you still won’t tell me what happened to your face or who Kenneth is and I swear to god Doll if you say you fell one more fucking time–”

“I di—” but he spins taking my stool from my vanity and chucks it across the room.

“Bullshit! Someone who falls doesn’t have handprints around their neck. So tell me what the fuck happened. Why don’t you trust me?” he asks, throwing his hands in the air.

“Case, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I just can’t tell you!” I shout back and before he can even respond. I’m grabbing my things and leaving.Fuck this!

“Where do you think you’re going Lyla? We aren’t done yet,” he growls and I spin.

“But we are! I have somewhere to be. Once you cool off maybe, I’ll tell you but until then I need some fucking space.” I lie… again. I just need to get away from him for right now. All his questions are making me angry and I can’t think whenhe’s grilling me like this and I can’t tell him the truth either. If I thought even for a second that we could have a chance to be together—the truth would send him packing and most of all I don’t want my mother to know. I stomp out of my room and just as I get to the top of the stairs, he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me back against him.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Doll. Please don’t go. I need to know you are safe. Whatever happened tonight, please let me help you. Just give me a name and I will take care of it. Who is this Kenneth guy?” he pleads, kissing the column of my neck. If only it was this easy to stay with him—cuddled up for hours. Orgasm after orgasm until the sun rose. But reality is—this will never work. Me and him aren’t allowed to be together so, why make it worse then it already is.

“I can’t Case. We can’t. You have to let me go.” I whisper but he just tightens his hold.

“No, I won’t. Not now. Not ever. You just don’t understand Lyla. I want to be with you.” he admits as tears fall down my cheeks.Fuck. I want to be with him too but right now is not the time.

“I have to go, Case. I’m sorry.” I whisper and he loosens his grip, releasing me and I walk down the stairs and exit the house without another glance as my heart shatters to pieces knowing I may not ever speak to him again.

Screaming at the top of my lungs, I jump up and down as Case scores another goal. I pound my fists against the glass just like the rest of the fans, who are cheering him on. One of the guys from the other team keeps coming up to the glass to try and talk to me and Case does not like it.

Tonight’s game has been very intense and I’m pretty sure I’m to blame. After I left him at the table I took a shower and when I was done he was gone. I texted him to apologize but he left meon read so one can only assume his mood was soured and now this is the result.

The Sneaky Devils are the Dirty Knight’s biggest rivals and it’s really showing. So let’s add my bullshit with rival bullshit and this is what we got. I go to sit back in my seat and take a drink of the beer Case had sent over, when pounding on the glass gets my attention. I look over my shoulder and see Number 4 blowing a kiss to me and I give him the finger. He smirks and turns as Case comes skating over. They exchange words but Case drops his stick and punches the guy causing my eyes to widen in shock as they scuffle.Holy shit.Blood sprays across the ice and I panic, hoping that it doesn’t belong to Case. Number 4 rips his helmet off and wipes his lip as the referee signals a penalty, sending Case into the box.Fuck!He rips off his helmet chucking it across the small space, along with his stick and sits down, yelling at the ref.Would he shut the hell up? He’s only going to make it worse on himself!

Standing to walk over to him he glances at me over his shoulder and shakes his head, causing me to stop in my tracks. I back up and sit in my seat as the clock runs down and Crew scores the winning goal, ending the game.

Grabbing my things, I exit the arena, having no intentions of meeting up with him tonight. He knows where I will be and since our parents left for another business trip, I’m hoping he will come to the house. I hate how much I think about him and how much I really do want to spend time with him, even knowing we can’t. I hate that all I keep doing is making excuses any time he wants to hang out but what else am I supposed to do? It’s one thing to act on it and it’s another if we are home and things happen. Yeah, that still makes no sense but in my brain it does and that’s all that matters. Even at work, the nights I’m in the rooms and not on the floor entertaining men, at the bar. All Isee is him. Every client I have, I get off to picturing him.Ugh. I really need to get my shit together.

Cold air blasts my face the minute I step outside and head for the parking lot. I figured I’d go home instead of waiting around at the library at school to see if I’m working tonight. Colette said she would call if I had anyone for a night cap. I wasn’t needed for entertaining so I take that as a night off which is rare for a Friday night.

I’m so deep in thought that I don’t realize someone is behind me until it’s too late. My body is thrown to the ground between my car and another, causing me to scream out. But he places his hand over my mouth and I thrash trying to get away but it’s no use. He pushes all his weight on top of me, crushing me so I can’t breathe. I bring my head off the ground trying to sink my teeth into the palm, but I end up pinching his skin.

“You fucking bitch!” he growls, lifting his hand from my face and using it to slap me. My head whips to the side on impact, giving me a slight road rash against my cheek. “I warned you Angel. You are mine! You just don’t seem to know how to listen! Why do you keep ignoring me huh, Precious? I don’t like your behavior.” he spits, as he runs his free hand all over my body. He cups my groin roughly making me cry out in pain, as tears fall down my cheeks. He squeezes my pussy lips together, pinching them and I thrash trying to connect with his nuts but I can barely move. “This body is mine to do as I please with. Remember all the times you called me ‘Daddy’. All the times you let me claim you, mark you, did you forget about that? All the love we professed to one another. Didn’t that mean something to you?” he asks and I shake my head. He really doesn’t understand the line between reality and fantasy. He paid me to play a part and I did it but he thinks it’s real and I don’t know what more to do. Footsteps around us echo through the night, as he places a kiss on my forehead and leaves without a second glance. I don’tmove an inch. I just lay on the cold concrete staring at the stars wishing this was all a dream. Hearing people walking close to get to their cars has me sitting up and getting to my car a lot quicker than I thought I could muster.

Reaching into my pocket with a groan because my body aches something fierce, from being thrown around like a rag doll. I find my keys and unlock the car, getting in and starting her up. I lock myself in and turn on my head lights, letting the tears fall from my eyes. I pull down my visor and flip open the mirror as I bring my fingers to my cheek and wince.How the hell am I supposed to hide this from Collette or Case if he decides to come home.Pulling out of the parking lot, I continue to let the tears fall, I don’t know what else to do other than to cry.

Thankfully the drive home is quick, not that I was really paying any attention. Just driving on auto pilot. Pulling up to the house I turn the car off and get out. The house is dark, making me on edge. He knows where I live and now I don’t even want to be here. I just hope Case does come home. It’s the only way I can stay here and feel safe.

Walking into the house, I turn on all the damn lights then head upstairs for a shower. Turning on the water I remove my clothes and stand under the cold spray, letting myself unravel as the water warms. I need to put a stop to Kenneth. No one knows what happened a few months ago, but Collette. I had to tell someone and she’s the only one I can trust. I’m wondering if now that I have proof of assault, I can get a restraining order against him. Guess I’ll find out tonight, along with if I’m working the late shift so then I don’t have to sleep here alone. I can stay at the Velvet Veil and know with certainty that I will be safe.

After washing my body and getting myself together, I turn the water off and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. Opening the door to the bathroom I walk into my room and find something to throw on while I coverthe marks on my face. Just as I sit in front of my vanity mirror I hear the front door slam.

“Honey, I’m home,” Case calls out.Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “Lyla, where you at baby?” he yells as his feet pound up the stairs.What do I do? There is not enough time for me to cover my face. Shit. I’ll make up an excuse that I fell after the game. Yeah that should work. Fuck it.

Walking over to my door I swing it open as he comes barreling in, engulfing my space. My breathing hitches because any time this man is in the same vicinity as me, he sucks all the air out of the room. He licks his lips taking me in as his eyes start from my toes and up to my eyes. They narrow the second he sees the marks and takes a step closer to me as I take one back.

“What happened?” he asks and I shake my head.

“Nothing. I fell in the parking lot, is all.” I lie and his eyes narrow into slits seeing right through my deceit.

“Bullshit! Tell me the truth.” He shouts and I jump. He takes a deep breath, stepping towards me but I shake my head.