“Lay with me,” he says, holding his arm out for me.
“You’re hurt.”
“Yeah, but holding you might heal me.”
I carefully lie down beside him, trying not to press my back into him, but letting my head rest on his arm. He sighs before pulling me against his chest. A small gasp leaves his mouth before his breathing evens out again.
I don’t want to be stuck with him. I won’t. Tomorrow I’m going to do whatever it takes to get him to hate me. To push him until he wants nothing to do with me. Then I will return to the weak girl I’ve always been.
Go back to being pathetic Prue, the person my parents want and Charles’ future wife.
TWENTY
I wake up in agony.My head throbs, my ribs feel like they’ve been hit with a steel pipe, my cheek feels like it's twice the size as normal, and my cock is digging into Prue’s ass in a way that makes my balls ache.
“Do you always get hard in the morning?” Prue asks when I shift.
“I don’t normally wake up with a nice ass grinding against my crotch.”
“I’m not grinding. I’m trying to get out of your death grip.” She pulls at my arm. “Let me up.”
“No,” I say, tightening my hold on her. “I’m almost better.”
“I need to pee.” She sighs, going still. “So, unless you want me to pee on you, you need to let me up.”
“I’m not really into water play.” I nuzzle my head against her neck. “But if the alternative is having to let you go, I might have to deal with it.”
“Ben. Please.”
“Fine,” I groan, releasing her. She gets up walking out of sight.
I roll on my back, trying to assess the damage to my body. Letting my hand lightly touch my side, I wince from the sharp pain. Jesus. He probably did break a rib. Not the first time, but it’s been a while. I feel the top of my head. There isn’t a bump yet, just a spot that is tender to touch.
Glancing at my knuckles, I notice a few bruises forming. I’ve stopped punching people when we got signed. Didn’t want to break a finger and risk missing a show, but since my band is pretty much over, I didn’t care last night.
That’s not even true. I think even if I knew I had a show to play tonight I would’ve punched Charles. I’d do worse if Prue wasn’t around. She didn’t need to witness just how unhinged that man could make me.
Prue comes back a moment later, standing above me. Her eyes study me and I plant a smile on my face to try to hide the pain.
“Bet you wish you had those pain pills, huh?”
“No.” I force myself to sit up. Biting the inside of my mouth hoping not to show an ounce of pain, I keep my lips curved up.
“Just lay back down. I’ll make you breakfast.” She rolls her eyes, resting her hands on her hips.
“No need to make it.” I smirk. “I’ll just have what’s between your legs.”
Her eyes do another loop. “I’m afraid my pussy isn’t on the menu.”
“Special request and you know, it’s good for business to honor a request given by a famous rock star.”
“What do you like? Eggs?” she says, marching to the kitchen.
“What time is it anyways?”
“Like ten. We slept in.”
“Shit. I have to go get ready for lunch with Aaron and his fiancée.” I push myself to my feet, trying not to puke from the pain.
