Savannah

Two years later...

MY BLUE HAIR and brown eyes, throw a lot of people off. The electric blue lipstick and goth makeup doesn't help.

That's the point.

"Hales?"

Haley. Your name is Haley.

"What?"

"Your boyfriend is back."

Reed is sweet and nice. He's a prep type guy. I went out with him a few times.

These past few months though, have been more about establishing enough money for the next move than anything.

I don't stay any one place too long.

"You didn't text me back, so I just came over," I give him a smile, let him kiss me.

His hand rest on my hips.

You are mine. Give what's mine to anyone else, and I will fuck you up.

I step back.

"Baby what's wrong?"

Remember who you belong to.

"Nothing, just period cramps."

He makes a face and I laugh, I guess it sounded real enough.

"Well I'll come back in a few hours."

I won't be here.

"I'll be here."

He presses a kiss to my lips which I pull away from as quickly as possible. I could hardly imagine what Luciano would do to him.

"See you later Reed."

"Later, Haley."

My roommate left, Reed is gone. This is time. Packing my little sack and my money, I smile and look at the room one more time.

Then I slip out, head to a bar at the edge of town.

⚛

MY HAIR IS BLONDE, my eyes blue. I hate it, but I blend. I sit at the bar, flirting with the bartender.

"So, what's your major?"

He smirks slightly, making me a margarita.

"Mechanics if you can believe it."

I bite my lip. "Smart, cute, makes good drinks. What can't you do?"

He laughs, flashing me his dimples. "Let's see, pay my student loans, sleep in Quantum Physics, to start."

I laugh, his charm getting to me.

"Well, take a tip for number one, and for number two: SparkNotes, my friend. Learn key theories and mechanics, and the rest will fit."

He smirks, thanks me for the advice, and scrawls his phone number.

"I'm on my way outta town for good, but I'll try and give you a call."

"That's all I ask."

With that, I leave the bar, going to my car. Goodbye Clover, Idaho.

Hello California.

I spin my keys, glancing around. I get to my car safely, or so I thought.

Leaning on the door is Luciano Vitale. And he's glaring right at me.

"Excuse me, you have the wron—"

"Silenzioso."

I bite back my fake greeting.

"How did you find me?"

"I never lost you. You slipped a few times, but I am Luciano Vitale."

Cause that answers everything.

He looks me over in disgust. "Why do you have that shit in your hair, and why are you eyes blue?"

I shrug.

Scoffing, he straightens, moving to the side. Predictably, I try to get in the car, and he traps me.

Snatching the napkin from behind my back, he pulls me towards him.

"Just today, you have kissed another man, you let him touch you, and now you are taking numbers from bartenders."

His rage is evident, his accent thick his word slower, he drops his contractions. His muscles tense, his jaw clicks, eyes narrow.

"I thought you were not a whore, sí?"

"We're going to do the whore thing?"

He leans in, minty breath, hooded eyes.

"Give me your lips," He demands, taking a kiss anyway.

His hand roams my side and hip.

"Come to a hotel with me, just for the night. You can go in the morning if you wish."

I protest, but the words slur when he strokes my slit through my jeans.

"One more night," I agree. I need him.

The less I need the better. He'll satisfy me.

"Then come. I will take you. You were going to ditch the car anyway, no?"

He takes my hand and leads me to his truck, and I can't help but feel like I'm being led to the slaughter.

⚛

HE RENTS AN expensive hotel room, taking my hand and leading me up to the penthouse suite.

He locks the door behind us, making me a little nervous. We're 30 floors up, I would never survive that jump.

"Why are you thinking? Let me please you, sí?"

I nod absently, watching as he flips out a switch blade, holding it to my chest. Then he rips down tearing my dress in half.

My lingerie catches his eyes, and glues them to my body. I undress him slowly, teasing him.

Soon he's in his briefs, and I take my bra and panties off before he can rip them.

"Hm, my little kitty got even more beautiful," He looks up at me.

"Well your body. Take those contacts out, and we will dye your hair back."

Already I'm suffocating.

"Okay." I go to the bathroom, take out my contacts, wondering how I'll escape this time.

When I walk back in the room he attacks me, kissing my lips, stroking my skin.

"I need to be inside of you. Ho bisogno della tua figa. Ho bisogno di scoparti."

(I need your pussy. I need to fuck you.)

Instead of the bed, he pushes me up the window, his length breaking through my unused muscles.

Giving me no time to adjust, he slams into me, hands in the window, hammering inside me.

Mind you, the window is clear. He's fucking me on the window for a reason.

He digs inside me short, hard, long, punishing, brutal. He bites my breasts, licking at them, sucks my nipples, kisses my neck.

"Cazzo, baby, so good. So mine."

(Fuck)

I climax before he does, but when he does, he shoves all the way into me, his warm seed filling my pussy.

His head is my neck murmuring, he pecks me there. Then he spins around, so my hard nipples brush the cold glass. He put me on display, my leaking cunt making obscene sounds when he dick pounds into me, cum flying.

I scream, but I go hoarse.

"Quiet!" he holds my throat, making me look him in the eye.

Looking quite content, he leans down for a kiss. Our lips meet after two years and I felt just like I did the first time he kissed me.

Jack hammering in and out of me, his angry eyes looking down at me.

"You let another man touch you. Touch what's mine. Why?"

"Because I'm not yours."

He glared at me. "Say it again."

I do, and he throws me on the bed, crawling over me.

He slaps my sensitive tits one after the other, three times.

"You belong to me. You are mine, you understand."

I nod, but it's not enough.

"Words. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

He glared at me studiously. His hands caress my body, touching me softly. I only know his hand gripped my throat when he yanks me up, making me lose my breath for a second.

Fiercely, he kissed me, not letting me go holding my air hostage.

"I have missed you, gattina."

I smile. I have to get away.

"I-"

"Don't lie to me, Savannah. It only makes me angry."

My mouth snaps shut. Soon, looking and touching isn't enough, and he's inside me again, reminding me why I ran in the first place.