“I want to be with you, Prue. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life being tortured by you.”
“Then don’t leave me,” I say, letting my voice break and tears fill my eyes. “Please don’t leave me.” I cover my face as tears spill down my face. “I don’t want to be without you. I need you, Ben.”
“Hey, baby,” he says, pulling my hands off my face. I blink out tears, looking up at him. “Jesus, baby. I’m not leaving you because I want to. I’m leaving cause it’s the only way.” His head dips down, pressing kisses on my cheeks. His lips brushing away the tears that still fall from my face. “I’d stay with you forever and a day, if I could.” He pulls back. “Fuck, I’d give up my band for you. Touring. Other women. Everything. I’d give up everything to be yours, Prue.”
“So don’t do it. Don’t kill him. Find another way.” My lips tremble, and he traces it with his thumb.
“Okay.” He sighs. “Okay. I’ll find another way.”
THIRTY-SIX
Pruepresses her lips against mine the moment I tell her I will find another way. I let her take control of the situation because I don’t like lying to her. It tastes like poison on my tongue. Lying to her may be the worst thing I ever do and I’m about to kill someone.
Funny how hurting the person you love feels worse than murder.
She pushes my shirt up my chest and I let her tug it over my head. Her hand is struggling to find a way to get my jeans off without having me move. That’s going to be impossible, so I pull back. Pushing my jeans down my legs and letting them bunch at my ankles.
Her hand slips into my boxers, as I wedge myself between her legs. I can’t help but groan as her hand wraps around my cock, pulling it out the front of my boxers. She licks her lips at the sight of it, stroking me until I’m so hard I think I may black out.
“Fuck. Prue. Let me put it in you. Please, baby?”
“Now who’s begging whom?” She smirks that smirk she only seems to show me. And fuck, if it isn’t one of the best looks in the world.
“Me. I’m begging you,” I groan again as her thumb swirls around the head.
“And you’ll stay?” she questions.
Jesus Christ. She is going to be the death of me.
If I lie to her and fuck her, that’s rape. I know that. How many times has that happened to me? How many times was I promised this would be the last time, but it never was. How many times was I told it would just be a look, a touch, a second for it to be worse? But if I don’t fuck her, then she knows I lied and knowing her, she will do something that will get us both hurt.
“Ben?”
“Fuck. I can’t fucking think straight,” I groan. It’s not a lie. I can’t think straight right now, but it also doesn’t answer her question.
She laughs at that, dropping onto her back. Her legs spread as she smiles up at me.
“Worship me then.”
Is it a lie if I never answer the question? My self-control is snapping as she stares up at me, bare chests and just in her panties.
I move forward, not bothering to take off her panties, just pulling them to the side. Her pussy is too fucking pretty.
I rub my cock against her opening, then up her clit. Despite her tears from just moments ago, she is dripping wet. I let her arousal coat my cock as I rub myself between her lips and clit over and over.
“Put it in me, Ben. Stretch me open and make me cum,” she moans.
I can’t do this. I’m not a fucking rapist. Taking advantage of her is not something I can do and live with myself after.
She reaches down, taking my cock back in her hand. She moves the head, so it presses against her opening, as her sky-blue eyes lock onto mine.
My balls are bound to fall off at some point, but the look on her face seals my fucking fate. I can’t fuck her on a promise I don’t intend to keep. While her crying and begging me not to leave shattered my soul into a million pieces, breaking her trust like that would kill me.
I pull back, cursing to myself. I climb from between her legs, almost stumbling on my pants as I stand to my feet.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t fucking know!” I groan.
