Beautiful Mess (Sinners High book 1)

by Melody Adams

  I let my free hand slide to her breasts and pinch one of her nipples hard. She screamed against my hand and slapped me. Her hits were feeble. Releasing her mouth, I grabbed her by the wrists and held them against the wall above her head. I transferred both wrists into one hand and clasped her chin with the now free hand. She tried to avoid my insistent gaze, but my grip was too firm. She whimpered.

  "Leave me! Get out or I'll scream!"

  "Scream, Abbygirl. No one will hear you. Your aunt is sitting in the lounge watching some silly movie. And the others are in the basement cinema."

  "What do you want from me? You can't just..."

  "Oh, but I can," I interrupted her, leaning closer. "And I will. First, I'll punish you for making yourself come without my permission. Then, if I'm in the mood to be generous, I may give you another orgasm. – But that is still up to debate. Punishment first."

  Abby

  My heart pounded so hard against my ribs I was afraid it would burst out of my chest. Kent stood to close. He was with me in that cramped shower stall. Naked! OMG! I couldn’t believe that this really happened. How had he gotten in here? I had locked the door, hadn't I?

  "What do you want from me? You can't just..."

  "Oh, but I can," he interrupted me. He leaned even closer, and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. His hard shaft pressed against the soft flesh of my belly. It should make me panic, but instead my pussy answered with an excited flutter and moisture ran down between my legs, which had nothing to do with the water splashing down on us. "And I will," Kent continued in a dark voice. "First, I'll punish you for making yourself come without my permission. Then, if I'm in the mood to be generous, I may give you another orgasm. – But that is still up to debate. Punishment first."

  Punishment? What was he trying to do to me? I needed to get out of here, needed to put distance between us. I should scream. Fight. Do something to stop this bastard. Why couldn't I move? Why was my throat so tight? And why did I wait like a goddamned fool for Kent to kiss me?

  Goddamn it, girl, get a hold of yourself!

  It took me a few seconds to realize that Kent had let me go. It wasn't until his hands rested on my shoulders and exerted pressure that I snapped out of my trance.

  "On your knees, Abby!" Kent demanded sharply.

  I shook my head, but my legs gave way under Kent's relentless gaze. I landed on my knees before him. His cock brushed against my cheek and his manly scent tickled my nose, taking my senses on a roller coaster ride. Kent bent down to me. One hand grabbed me by my hair at the back of my neck, the other closed around my throat. Fear fluttered in my abdomen, but at the same time I felt a dizzying lust. Our eyes met. His iris was now so dark that it seemed almost black. It was almost impossible to make out his pupil. I lost myself in his dark gaze. Every thought of escape or resistance disappeared. I was a puppet, and Kent was the puppeteer. He pulled the strings, and I obeyed. A strange euphoric feeling took hold of me.

  "Good girl," Kent said softly.

  Strange. Why did those two simple words feel so good? It made me feel warm and fuzzy. Before I could examine my confusing feelings further, Kent let go of my throat and brought his cock to my lips.

  "Open up, Abbygirl."

  I obeyed. Unable to disobey his command. His cock slipped between my lips. A slightly salty taste tickled my taste buds. My hands went to Kent's muscular thighs to find support as he pushed deeper into my mouth. Uninvited, memories of a similar situation came up, and I whimpered in horror.

  "You better not bite, slut! I'll knock all your teeth out if you try something so stupid!"

  "She won't bite you. The little slut wants this. Right, slut? You want our dicks, huh?"

  "Open your mouth! Swallow, slut!"

  "No, Abby!" Kent's sharp voice ripped me from my disturbing thoughts. "Stay here with me! Look at me!"

  My eyes cleared as the images of the past dissolved. Once again, I was caught in Kent's dark gaze. Lust, greed, and sadistic pleasure stood written in his eyes. It should frighten me. Yes, there was fear. But at the same time, there was a calm in me I’d never felt before. Surrendering to Kent's dark will was liberating in a way I never thought possible.

  "There you go. That's a good girl. That's it," Kent whispered as he slowly slid in and out of my mouth. With each thrust, he pushed a little deeper until his thick cock hit my throat and I choked. "Breathe through your nose."

  My fingers clawed into Kent's thigh as I breathed through my nose, and he pushed against my throat again and again until the gag reflex subsided.

  "Relax your throat. You can swallow my entire length."

  Tears rolled down my cheeks and my heart beat in panic as Kent pressed himself relentlessly deeper into me. I swallowed.

  "Fuuuuck," Kent growled. "So tight. Fuck, Abbygirl, just like this."

  Kent

  I couldn’t describe the feelings that raged inside of me. Although I’d jerked off to exactly such a scene in the shower, the reality was much better. Abby on her knees with my cock deep in her throat. Her eyes wide and full of tears. Fuck. This was heaven and hell at the same time. I’d suspected that there was a little sub slumbering inside Abby, but when I had her on her knees and she suddenly became soft and pliable, I had my certainty. The way she reacted to me was incredible. Except for that one brief moment when she slipped back into the past, she seemed to be in her element when she submitted to me. Luckily, my command had been able to pull her back from the dark hole she had threatened to fall into. I felt the first tingling of an approaching climax. My knees felt a bit soft, by how good it felt to have Abby under my control.

  "I'm close, Abbygirl," I groaned. "If you swallow it all like a good girl, I'll return the favor."

  My fist clawed harder into Abby's hair. Hard enough to hurt her. I fucked her mouth harder. Faster. My balls contracted. My legs trembled.

  "Oh Fuck – Fuuuuuck!"

  Stars danced before my eyes as I exploded. My cum shot deep into Abby's throat and I saw the panic in her eyes, but she swallowed like a good girl. Slowly I pulled my hard length out of her mouth and she gasped and coughed for air. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glassy, and her cheeks reddened. Fuck! I had never seen anything more beautiful.

  "You've earned your reward, Abbygirl," I said, rubbing my thumb across her swollen lower lip. "Get up!"

  I helped her to her feet. She swayed a little, and I had to hold her until she could stand safely on her own legs. I got down on my knees before her. It was far from being the first time I licked a pussy, but normally I wouldn’t kneel before a girl when she was standing over me. That was way too – submissive for me. But with Abby, it seemed okay. Fuck! I better not think too much about why that was. Abby's pubic hair was cut short and shaved at the sides. Clean and perfect. I let a finger slide up through her folds until I reached her clit. Abby whimpered as I gently pushed against the sensitive pleasure button. Slowly, I let my finger slide down again until I reached her slippery hole. Looking up at her, I rammed two fingers into her tight pussy, eliciting a scream that made my cock twitch. Fuck, yeah, Mr. D liked it when we made our girl scream. Still looking up at Abby, I bent closer until I was close enough to let my tongue slide through her folds. Her taste was amazing. I almost came on the spot. I reached for my cock with my free hand and closed my fist around the throbbing length. I squeezed so hard that the pain made groan. With Mr. D back under control for now, I pressed my face against Abby's delicious pussy and devoured her like a hungry beast. I could do without food for the rest of my life if only I had her juicy pussy to satiate me. The sexy sounds my girl made as I devoured her pussy were music to my ears. A melody I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. I fucked her narrow channel with my fingers, paying special attention to her G-spot, while I chased her higher and higher with hard strokes of my tongue. Her fingers dug into my hair as her legs began to shake.

  "Oh, Kent. Oh God! Uuuuh. Keeeeent!"

  Her pussy cramped so hard around my fingers, I thought for a moment she'd brea
k them. A gush of moisture ran down my fingers, my tongue, my face and I growled contentedly, but far from saturated. I kept licking her through her orgasm and beyond. Abby whimpered in protest and tried to escape my attack, but I held her mercilessly in place and forced her to come for me again while I jerked my painfully hard cock like a maniac. I exploded only a split second after her. So intense that for a moment my vision went black. As I slowly came to my senses again, I moved away a bit and something came into my field of vision that made me falter. WTF? I reached out a hand and examined the insides of Abby's thighs.

  "Abby!" I said, looking up at her. She was still on cloud nine, leaning against the tiles with her eyes closed. "ABBY! What's this?"

  Chapter 10

  Abby

  I floated on cloud nine and the orgasms that Kent gave me exceeded anything I had ever experienced or thought possible. Who would have thought sex could feel like this?

  "ABBY! What’s this?" Kent's voice ripped me out of my euphoric state.

  I opened my eyes and lowered my gaze to him. He was still kneeling before me and his hand was on my scars.

  Oh, shit! The scars! How could I forget the fucking scars? Fuck!

  "Abby?"

  I was shaking. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I slapped my hands in front of my face. Kent's fingers closed around my wrists and pulled my hands away from my face. He stood up and was now looking at me with an intense gaze.

  "You cut?"

  I blinked, unable to answer him. He turned my arms so that he could examine the countless scars on the undersides. Scars from cutting and the scars from my suicide attempt. Kent's gaze went back to my face.

  "When was the last time you cut yourself, Abby?"

  "I... I don't know."

  "Bullshit! I want the truth, Abby! WHEN?"

  "When... The day that... when you spilled honey and flour on me."

  "Fuck," Kent muttered, looking up at the ceiling. His pulse throbbed as he clenched his teeth so tightly that it crunched.

  My heart raced, and I felt dizzy. My knees threatened to give way under me, but Kent's body pressed against me and held me against the wall. His angry gaze hit me and I involuntarily flinched.

  "I want you to stop this, Abby. Every time you feel the urge to cut, you come to me. I have better ways to cause you pain. You wanna escape the pressure? Release endorphins? – COME! TO! ME!" He grabbed me by the chin and his gaze drilled hard into mine. "Get it?"

  I nodded.

  "Say it!"

  "Y-yes, I... I... get it."

  "Good! – No more blades, Abby! I mean it. If you break, come to me. I'll give you what you need, Abby. But MY way."

  I couldn't sleep. What happened between Kent and me in the shower kept me up all night. Kent was a mystery to me. I didn't understand what he wanted from me. On the one hand, he seemed to hate me. He tormented me. Terrorized me. Then again, he gave me the most delicious feelings. And the craziest thing was that he seemed to be worried about my cuts. He had offered to give me what I needed, but I had no idea what he meant by that. I could have asked him to explain what he meant. How he wanted to hurt me, to take the pressure off. To experience the endorphins, I needed to escape the pain inside. But I had not been able to form words. After he left, I had immediately thrown myself into bed and cried long and hard. I was so confused by the feelings that Kent triggered in me. And that he knew my secret scared and worried me. What would he do with that knowledge? Would he use it against me? Would he tell others about it?

  "What are you hiding there?" Clarissa asked, holding my arms up by the wrists.

  "Let go of me," I begged, writhing in her grip.

  Caroline and April came closer and held me tight. I began to cry. I could scream for help, but I doubted anyone would come to my rescue. – If anyone would even hear it.

  "Hold her," Clarissa ordered her friends. She pushed one sleeve of my shirt up and exposed the ugly scars that adorned my forearm. "Look at that! What a freak!"

  All three girls laughed shrilly while they kept bawling "Freak! Freak! Freak!"

  I sobbed helplessly. I hadn't cut for three weeks, but at that moment the urge overwhelmed me like never before. But this time I wanted to cut deeper. I wanted to see the blood running out of my body in streams until the pain finally ended. Until I was dead. I could not go on. I was finished with this life. For good!

  "I really don't know what Bobby, Jake and Tardin saw in that ugly monster?" April spat. "Why bother with an ugly freak like her when they could have us?"

  "Yeah," Caroline agreed. "And then the bitch has the nerve to go to the police and scream rape when we all saw how she liked it."

  "Stop it!" I yelled. "Leave me alone!"

  "Oh, no, you fucking whore," Clarissa hissed. "We're not finished with you yet." Then she rammed her knee into my stomach and I fought against April and Caroline's grip.

  I was dragged to the ground, and all hell broke loose. Kicks and punches came from all sides. I screamed and screamed...

  I sat up in bed, screaming. My heart raced. For a moment I was disoriented. It had been a long time since I dreamed about the attack that happened the day before my suicide attempt. Why now, of all times? Then it came to me. Of course. Kent. It was because Kent discovered my scars. My subconscious must have been still busy with it in my sleep and jumped to the other moment in my life where Clarissa, Caroline and April had discovered my scars. I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe calmly in and out until my galloping heart calmed down. I looked at the clock. It was just after midnight. Too early to get up. But whether I could fall asleep again was another question. I sighed. Maybe I should go down to the kitchen and make myself a glass of warm milk. Mom had always made me warm milk when I couldn't sleep. My heart contracted painfully. Would I ever stop missing my mom? Would I ever be able to think about her without my heart feeling like it was full of broken glass?

  "I miss you so much, Mom," I whispered.

  I hoped there was an afterlife. That somewhere her soul was at peace. And that one day I would see her there again.

  Kent

  I was so charged when I stormed out of Abby's house; I felt like exploding out of my skin. I needed an outlet for my aggression. After discovering the scars on Abby's thighs and arms, I had been so angry. For a moment, I was afraid I would accidentally hurt her more than I could justify. Hopefully she would take my warning seriously, and the next time she felt the urge, she would come to me. But for now, I needed violence and pain to calm my inner beast. I needed a fight. I jumped into my Jaguar and let the engine roar before I floored the gas pedal. Good thing it wasn’t that late. The fights at the old bottle factory would still be in full swing. I steered the car through the empty streets, unable to get the images of Abby's destroyed skin out of my head. It had not only been scarred from cutting. What struck me most were the two long scars that ran from her pulse upwards. She had tried to take her own life. And she knew how to do it right. Instead of cutting across, like most idiots, she had cut along the vein to accelerate the blood loss. It hadn’t been a cry for help. She’d meant business. Fuck! I needed to find out more urgently than ever what was really going on with her. What happened in her past? Had the rape driven her to suicide? Or was there more? I needed to be careful with what I did. I wanted to break her, but I didn’t want her death on my conscience. And for reasons I couldn’t understand, I didn't want her to bleed. I meant what I said to her. I would give her the pain she needed to relief the pressure.

  Hundreds of cars stood in the parking lot in front of the factory. It was no secret that illegal fights took place here three times a week, but the police avoided the area. I turned off the engine, grabbed my sports bag from the back seat and got out. As I approached the building, I was so pumped, I would probably punch anyone who looked at me wrong or got in my way. I hoped I wouldn't have to wait long for a fight. Damn, I was so ready to punch some motherfucker in the face. I didn't care how big or how broad. With the aggression burning through my veins like
lava, I would take on any asshole. Two bouncers guarded the entrance to the factory where the fighting took place. They knew me. It was not the first time I had been here. Without a word, one of them opened the heavy metal door, and I entered the building. A long, dark corridor stretched out before me. The closer I got to the red door at the end of the corridor, the louder I could hear the wild roar of the crowd. Another bouncer stood by the door. He was a former fighter. Although he was close to sixty, he was still an impressive figure. About half a head taller than my own six foot three and build like a damn shit brick house. Though he had gained a little belly since his fighting days, the massive arms alone betrayed that one blow from him meant a world of pain. He grinned, showing the gaps between his teeth.

  "Hey Goliath," I greeted him, returning the grin. "What's on today?"

  "Skinner fights in half an hour. I think they're still looking for an opponent for him. You Interested?"

  My grin widened. Skinner was the best fighter. I had never been in the ring with him before, but today I felt enough self-destructive energy to take on the bastard.

  "I'm in," I replied.

  Goliath sent a text message, then he opened the door for me.

  "Your funeral, boy," he said as he let me into the hall. "Get in touch with Bookie. I'll call the gravediggers for you."

  Goliath's roaring laughter followed me as I made my way through the crowd. Bookie's box was at the other end. Not only did he take the bets, he also paired the fighters. Some of the people present who knew me from previous fights called my name, but I didn't pay attention to them. I was here to fight, not to make small talk. There was a line of at least two dozen people in front of Bookie’s box when I finally arrived. His eyes fell on me.