"You hear me tellin' other girls I love 'em?" he asks, finally turning to meet my gaze.
I crawl over to him and sit back on my heels. "Of course not, Robin, what-"
"You think I should have to listen to you tellin' Foster you fuckin' love him?" His voice is too low, too soft.
That'swhat this is about? That I said "love you" to Cam? "It's different, Robin. He's my best friend."
"Yeah? And Marcus and Billy are my best friends, but I don't go around tellin' them I love 'em all the damn time."
I bring my hand to his cheek and he grabs it and holds it there, turning into my touch. "I love you, Robin. I love Cam, too, but it's different. It's like... you can tell Lacey you love her, can't you?" I try to make him see sense.
Robin moves. I'm flung onto my back and he hovers over me, holding my hands on either side of my head with our fingers laced. He kisses me, and it's a passionate, possessive kiss. I kiss him back. He's jealous. He's jealous a lot, and it should bother me, but the thought that he's insecure, about me... there's something sweet about it. He really cares about me - he loves me.
Robin trails kisses across my jaw. "I"kiss, "don't wanna fuck"kiss,"my sister," he mutters, continuing down my neck.
I giggle. "I sure hope not!" I tease.
Robin playfully nips at my collar bone in response, and I giggle again. He looks meaningfully down at me. "He wants you, sweetheart."
I shake my head. It's an old argument and neither of us ever concedes, but he just doesn't get that Cam and I can love each other and notwanteach other.
"He does. But he can't have you. Because you're fuckin'mine," Robin growls.He kisses me roughly, licking and sucking. His hand makes its way over my shirt to my breast. I don't bother pushing it away. I'd rather just kiss, but this seems the least of any evils. When it starts sliding its way down, I grab it. I know he wants to touch me under my shirt, but I'm not wearing a bra or shorts. He wrests his hand out of my grip and starts fondling my chest again. His lips make their way down my neck and across my exposed shoulder. When he starts moving down to push under my shirt again, I take his hand again.
Robin growls and grabs both of my wrists with one hand.
"Rob-" I say, but his mouth is vigorously back on mine, his tongue frantic in my mouth. My hands are pinned above my head and his full body weight grinds against me. "Robin," I plead, but my plea is swallowed by his groan.
His free hand roughly shoves my tee shirt all the way up so I'm bare from my chest down except for my panties.
I start to panic. "Stop! Please!" I cry, but it's muffled, my body completely enveloped in his. My eyes fill with tears, but Robin doesn't notice. He shoves his free hand into my panties and starts rubbing. I try to cry out for mercy again, but all that comes out is the wordless sound of my panicked voice. He lets out another groan as he pushes one finger inside of me and I scream, but again, most of its punch dies in his mouth. I can't catch my breath, and Robin's practically panting.
I bite him.
"My girl likes it rough," he growls, and he kisses me even harder. He finally releases my wrists, but suddenly he's moving with such speed and brutality that my arms aren't free anyway, and I can do nothing but cry and try to buck him off of me.
Robin start to tug down my panties, but I twist from side to side, and with a frustrated growl, he rips right through the thin cotton and tosses them aside.
His movements are forceful and savage, and I can barely register them through my sobs. He yanks my legs apart and I realize he's shoved down his flannel pajama bottoms when I feel his erection probing me where his finger had just been.
"Please stop!" I sob pathetically, but Robin is past excitement, past aggression, and it's like he can't even hear me. Like he's in his own world.
I'm paralyzed with terror. I know what's about to happen and I've no idea how to stop it.
With no fanfare whatsoever, Robin starts to push inside me, but he doesn't get anywhere.
"So tight," he grunts.
"No, Robin, please!" I sob again.
He keeps going. With another growl, he increases his pressure and thrusts all the way into me. There's a sharp stinging sensation and I scream as he groans through my unimaginable pain. Robin stills for a moment before he starts thrusting violently, in and out of me, in a burning rhythm.
"So fuckin' tight. So hot. My girl is so fuckin' hot, so tight." His voice rumbles amorously, his hot breath drowning my face, my mouth. He continues his mantra about how tight and hot I am, pausing only to grunt and moan.
I am completely frozen.I am being punished, I think to myself.This is a punishment.
Unfathomably, I relinquish my fight. I try not to think about the searing burn between my legs. I just want it to be over. Robin has invaded every part of my body; he's just everywhere, in absolute control of me. But he can't control my mind. And my mind wages its own defense.
I think about how Robin was upset that Cam and I say "I love you" to each other. I think how different that love is from what Robin offers me.
