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This story picks up at chapter 11 of Maniacal. If you haven't read my other story up to this point, you'd be doing yourself a favor by read it up to chapter 11 before beginning this.

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Chapter 1 – The Grudge Fuck

Funny how people with a fucked up past tend to come together, like it's a common interest or something. You don't see people like me mingling with straight-laced types. I used to fit in with that crowd, before I became damaged goods.

College saved my life…in a manner of speaking. My ex – who shall forever remain nameless, we'll refer to him as The Bastard – would have undoubtedly killed me if I'd stuck around.

The Bastard had serious issues. Verbal and physical abuse was just the tip of the iceberg. It wasn't that bad in the beginning, but that's how it usually goes in abusive relationships. I fell in love with him and wanted to help him through his psychological issues.

But when he really tried to kill me – like finger-on-trigger ready to kill me – I knew it was time to leave.

Too bad it wasn't that easy.

The Bastard turned into a stalker. My family had to move twice thanks to his refusal to abide by the restraining order we had placed against him. Sure, he'd go to jail for violating it. But as soon as he was out, he was after me again. When I started at UGA, my parents moved about forty miles away from our previous home and left no return address, decided against a house phone, and followed several other pieces of advice they'd gotten from a detective who had just arrested The Bastard again.

I hadn't seen him in almost two years and I was feeling almost…normal. That was, until he spotted me at the mall over the summer. Luck – or God, I'll never know which – was in my corner that afternoon. An off duty, uniformed police officer was cruising the food court with his wife.

Words spilled from my mouth in a rush as I explained the urgency of the situation, that my stalker ex was violating a permanent restraining order by being within fifty yards of me. How he'd kill me right there in front of everyone if he was armed.

He was arrested for the third time. We wouldn't be seeing The Bastard for a long while. Five to seven years depending on the judge.

My life would never have turned out the way it was today if it weren't for Jacob Black. And I can't say I regret it.

I never loved Jacob, not like that, anyway. But he helped me see that there was hope, that gentlemen did exist in this crazy, fucked up world. Even though neither of us wanted anything more than sex – toe-curling, mind-blowing sex – he was always kind to me. And after a while, he actually seemed to care.

So naturally, when he left me high and dry for Ness, I was pissed. Okay, maybe more than pissed. She took away the only thing in my life that made sense, the only sure thing I had going.

Ness had her own fuck buddy. Why the hell did she have to go and fall in love with mine? How did this happen? What Jake and I had was perfect. No bullshit. No drama. It was easy and fun.

I was never anything but kind to her. Part of me even wanted to hook up with her. She was sexy…even if she did turn out to be a fucking man-stealing whore. Well, he wasn't exactly my man, but I still felt territorial. He'd shown no interest in anyone else since the first time we fucked.

I left Jacob and the whore in his dorm, making my way back to mine. Then I saw him. I'd only seen him once before, but I knew exactly who he was. Ness had shown me pictures. He was sitting with his back against her door, head between his knees. Clearly, he needed some cheering up.

He peered up at me through his blonde, chin length hair once I was just a few feet away from him. I sat beside him, facing the door so we were eye to eye.

"You must be Warren," I said in a friendly tone, smiling as warmly as I could manage.

He finally looked up at my face and I was entranced. He was the most attractive guy I'd ever seen in my life. He even smelled amazing. I had to have him.

"And you must be Kimber," he replied with a small smile.

"How'd you know my name?"

"Renesmee said she had a friend named Kimber who was sexy as hell and looked a lot like her. How many could there be?"

"You look like you could use some cheering up. Wanna come chill in my room? It's a single." I leaned in closer to his face, licking my lips seductively and giving him a look that made my intentions crystal clear.

"Fuck a dorm. How 'bout my house?"

I grabbed my purse and we were in a cab within a few minutes. He pulled the hood on his sweatshirt up when we went outside, shoving his hands in the pockets, strange considering it was ninety degrees out.

The cab took us to a little house far off the main road. It felt sort of eerie being this far out with someone I didn't know, but I wasn't turning back. Besides, he was going down in my book as the hottest fuck I've ever had.

Screw Jake and his whore.

"Can I get you a drink or something?" he asked once we entered, gesturing for me to sit on the sofa.

"No, I'm fine," I said as I did a visual inspection of the place. It was definitely your classic bachelor pad. Very little furniture, nothing on the walls, and I would guess the fridge was probably pretty empty.

He sat right beside me and moved my hair behind my ear. "You look like a wild one. I bet you like it rough, don't you?" he whispered. His voice and breath on my neck made me shiver. I was already wet and he hadn't even touched me.

"Yes," I murmured.

"I'll have to be careful. I want to keep you," he continued, trailing his fingers along my jaw. What an odd thing to say.

His nose skimmed the sensitive skin on my neck. I gasped as my head swam with lust.

"You smell amazing," he whispered into my ear.

He sucked on my skin for a second, sending a chill through my body. His lips felt strangely cold, but that thought barely registered. I was so attracted to him.

I couldn't even speak.

"I have to have you," he continued ruggedly.

I turned and kissed him deeply and roughly. I was so ready for him, my panties were already completely saturated. "Fuck me," I breathed.

He carried me to his bed and stood staring at me as I laid there waiting anxiously. "Let me see you, baby."

Damn. I never thought a voice could turn me on so much.

I stripped down to nothing, discarding my clothes on the floor. I slid my fingers up and down my slit, legs spread wide.

"Do you want me?" I asked sexily.

"Fuck yes," he answered, climbing on top of me as he undressed, revealing a very sexy, chiseled chest.

I thought his touch had felt oddly cold before, but feeling so much of him against me left me with no doubts. He was not normal. He was cold…and hard, like marble. It didn't matter. I was too far gone to care about anything besides him filling my body.

His cold lips kissed and sucked my breasts roughly. I moaned when he bit down on my hard nipple. He ran a hand down my breasts and stomach teasingly.

"Please," I whined.

"Tell me baby. Tell me what you want," he said against my breast.

"Touch me. I need you so fucking bad," I panted.

He let out a sexy grunt and began assaulting my clit with his fingers. The cold felt so fucking good.

"You're so wet for me."

I couldn't come up with a coherent response. I moaned and my hips bucked against his fingers. "More. Faster," I pleaded.

His fingers took on a pace that felt more like a vibrator than anything human. I screamed and moaned as my climax built. His mouth came back to my nipples. The sensation put me over the edge.

Warren slid inside me just as I was beginning to orgasm. He was rough. Almost painful. Almost. His fingers kept rubbing while he fucked me slow but hard. My body shook with pleasure. My thighs squeezed his hips involuntarily as I absolutely lost it.

His mouth crashed into mine, kissing me deeply. Maybe I was crazy, but it almost felt loving. If it weren't for how roughly he was fucking me, it might have seemed like we were making love, not two strangers fucking.

"You feel so good baby," he grunted.

"Yessss…Make me cum!" I begged. He sped up, going harder and faster. My body couldn't handle it.

"Warren, stop for a sec," I panted. But he didn't stop.

"Not yet. I'll be easy," he beseeched.

"Let me ride you, baby," I said, pushing against his shoulders a little, though my actions did little to slow him down.

He finally pulled out and lay beside me. "Ride it, sexy."

He touched my clit, doing that vibrating thing again. It made my fucking knees shake. "Mmmm…don't stop," I moaned.

"I wanna taste you." He grabbed me by my hips and sat me on his face. I would probably have finger shaped bruises where he lifted me, but his tongue made it all worth it. I was overloaded. My body shook as I came again.

Before I knew it, Warren was back inside me. I didn't even know how it happened. One moment I was straddling his face, the next I was on his lap.

"Let me," I breathed.

I moved my body up and down rapidly, reveling in the feeling of his cold, hard shaft inside me.

"You're so sexy," he groaned.

He reached up and palmed my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. With me in control, things felt so much better. We both were on the verge of climax. His face held a fierce yet seductive gaze, staring deeply into my eyes. His hands gripped my hips, forcing me up and down harder and faster.

I was no longer in control. He rolled our bodies quickly so that he was back on top, pinning me beneath him as he thrusted in and out of my body with too much force. His pelvis rammed against my body like a freight train with each movement.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted.

"Warren, please," I sobbed.

He took it the wrong way, going harder and faster instead. I felt his cock swell and throb inside me, a sign that the pain would soon be over. He buried himself within me and began kissing my lips tenderly. How odd that he fucked so roughly yet kissed me like he loved me.

He laid beside me, pulling my body against his side. All that work and not a drop of sweat. He wasn't even breathing heavily.

"You okay?" he asked. "Need some water or something?"

"No water. Maybe a wheelchair though," I said half-jokingly.

His face turned to shame. "Did I hurt you? Oh my God, I'm so sorry. What can I do?"

How could he not know he hurt me?

"I'll be okay. You're a lot stronger than you look. I mean, you're not scrawny or anything, but damn…"

He chuckled darkly. "Can we hang out for a while? We can watch a movie; maybe get to know each other."

No way. Not ever. He had kissed me like no one should ever kiss a stranger, he fucking cuddled up to me…now he wanted to curl up on the couch for a movie while we got to know each other? Not happening.

"I've got some schoolwork to do. I'm gonna have to get back," I said, gathering my things from the floor.

He got up and stood in front of me. I was being pulled in by him again. He was so hot and something about him made me want to be around him.

"Stay for a while. I could use a friend," he said, flashing a smile that no one could refuse.

"Alright, but don't get the wrong idea. I'm not into serious relationships."

He let out a single, sad laugh. "I've heard that before."

I felt sorry for him. We hadn't spoken much, but you could tell he was heartbroken over Ness.

We watched a couple of movies in the living room. Warren was a gentleman and kept his hands to himself. It was getting dark so I stretched my limbs and pried myself off the sofa.

"Have you seen my purse? I need to call a cab."

"Yeah, it's on the kitchen counter," he said, gesturing to it. That's not where I left it. I never went into the kitchen.

I dug to the bottom of my purse but couldn't find my phone anywhere. "Hey, can I use your phone? I think I forgot mine at the dorm."

He dug through his pockets and pulled his out. After pressing some buttons he yelled, "Bitch!"

"What's wrong?" I asked, walking toward him to see what the problem was.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry for acting like that. Renesmee disconnected my damn phone already."

I slumped down into the sofa and cursed the Gods. "What the hell am I supposed to do now? We're at least five miles from a payphone. And even if we were closer, the coyotes are bad this time of year. Shit!"

Warren sat down beside me. "Renesmee said she would be by tonight or tomorrow to get her things. You're welcome to stay until she gets here. You can have the bed; I'll hang out in the living room."

How did I get myself in this fucked up situation? He was gorgeous and all, but I didn't know him well enough to trust him like that. What choice did I have though? I could either walk five miles and risk getting attacked by coyotes – or worse, a psycho – or deal with him until tomorrow when the bitch shows up.

"Are you sure?"

He sat beside me on the sofa. "Of course. But I don't have to stay in the living room if you don't want me to," he said suggestively.

I couldn't help but smile. I definitely would have taken him up on the offer if it weren't for the fact that I was still recovering from the last time we had sex.

"Maybe another time. I'm pretty sore from earlier."

"I promise I'll be more careful," he said with a charming smile. He was weird but definitely alluring.

I eventually gave up on Ness showing up that evening and went to bed. Warren kept his word and stayed in the living room. The next morning, my body felt slightly better from yesterday afternoon's insane sex. It felt even better when cold fingers started trailing along my stomach, creeping up my shirt to caress my breasts. My back arched, my body instinctively searching for more. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of it.

"I want you," he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe.

Round two went better than round one had. I managed to remain unscathed. I was really hoping Ness would show up right in the middle of it. She had to have some kind of feelings for the guy. And maybe Jacob would be with her and be reminded of all the fun we used to have. Maybe he would get jealous and want me again.

Maybe.

But I'd never know.

Because neither of them showed up.

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So, what do you think? The next chapter coincides with the next Maniacal chapter and will be posted at the same time.