It was a quiet afternoon and Patricia and Roman sat in his kitchen with a cup of coffee each. What she thought would be a nice and quiet day all together was about to change.
"Oh, I completely forgot. Seth's coming by today," he said.
"When?" She asked and frowned.
"Right about now actually. Why? You wanna go run and hide before he gets here?" He chuckled.
"I'm thinking about it," she answered.
"Aw, don't be like that. Give the man a chance," he said.
"It has only been three heavenly days without him and now he's coming back," she said.
"If you don't like it, you can always move out," he challenged her.
It wasn't that he wanted her to move. He was just getting really tired of being stuck between her and Seth.
"I'm actually thinking about it," she snapped back.
The argument was soon heated. None of them heard Seth's car drive up. He heard them right away as he stepped out of the car. Their voices got louder as he reached the house and once he opened the door and stepped inside, he could hear every word clearly.
"God, Patricia, why are you so scared to be loved?" Roman shouted.
"I'm not scared! I just don't want to!" She shouted.
"Why not?" He shouted.
"This is why!" She shouted and pulled down her shirt to reveal her brother's name on her chest.
He sucked in a sharp breath while trying to calm down.
"No one can live like that," he said in a low voice.
She didn't look at him. She still held the shirt down while looking behind him. He turned around and saw Seth standing there. She swallowed and let go off her shirt.
"I can," she said, making him turn his head back at her. "I can live like that."
She walked past him and past Seth without another word.
"I'm sorry," Seth said as he stood there feeling uncomfortable.
"Don't be. It was just a stupid fight that shouldn't have happened in the first place," Roman said.
Seth walked over and sat down at the table.
"Besides what I just walked in on, how has she been?" He asked.
"Good. She hasn't said much of importance but she seems good," Roman answered.
"That's good to hear," Seth said.
Seth poured himself a cup of coffee and slowly twirled the cup around with his fingers.
"Alright, spit it out. What's bothering you?" Roman asked.
Seth sighed and looked up at him.
"It's gonna sound rather stupid," he said.
"Try me," Roman said.
"Did you go to the bar the other night like she wanted to with those girls?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, we actually did. It was a nice night out and she seemed to enjoy herself and bond with them," Roman answered.
"Did she... ehm... did she hook up with any of them like she said she would?" Seth asked, trying his best not to sound jealous.
"I don't think so but I honestly don't know," Roman answered.
"How can you not know that?" Seth asked.
"You know how girls are. They go to the bathroom together. I don't know if anything went down on those times, but inside the bar, no, she didn't and no one went home with us," Roman said.
Seth nodded and took a sip of his coffee.
"Why don't you go ask her yourself?" Roman asked with the hint of a smile.
"I'm planning to. I don't think now is the right time seeing how mad she was just
before," Seth answered.
"That's probably a good call," Roman agreed.
She was still fuming when Roman texted her a little later.
"Are you coming for dinner?"
She couldn't. Not right now, not today. It wasn't that she was angry with him, far from. He had just hit her where it hurt most. She was sad, she was hurting, she was in pain. He was not the cause of her emotions even though he had brought them out. She was hurting because he was right. She was scared to love, she was scared to be loved.
"Not today," she texted back.
"Sorry Seth," Roman said after reading her text out loud.
"It's not your fault," Seth said.
"You'll see her tomorrow. We already made plans with Ruby and Nikki and some of the others from NXT to go to the bar tomorrow night and I already know you're tagging along for the ride, right?" Roman said and winked.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Seth answered.
Seth tossed and turned on the couch that night. It was an unbelievable hot night and he couldn't get her off his mind either. He looked at the time. Just around 1 AM. He groaned in frustration and got up. He walked over to the window and looked out of it. He wondered if she was still awake. He was dying to see her, aching to touch her and taste her.
"Fuck it!" He growled lowly.
He put on a pair of sweatpants and left the house.
He walked around the guesthouse and could see a faint light coming from the bedroom window through the curtains. She was still up. He walked back to the door and looked at it for three seconds. His hands felt sweaty and his throat felt dry. What did he have to lose? All she could say was what she was constantly saying and what he refused to accept: No. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
His mouth dropped open and he looked down her body as she opened the door. She was only wearing a light grey set of lace underwear.
"Is this how you open the door for everyone?" He asked.
"I had a feeling it was you. Who else would be knocking on my door at this hour?" She asked back.
"Some perverted creep who had been stalking around the house?" He said.
"So basically you?" She said.
His mouth got tight and he frowned at her.
"Real cute, princess," he said in a hard tone.
She turned around and walked back into the house. He first now noticed her panties was a thong and he felt his dick starting to stir.
"Are you coming in or are you staying out there all night? Either way, close the door, please," she said over her shoulder.
He walked inside and closed the door behind him. He walked over to her and she turned around and looked at him.
"What do you want, Seth?" She asked with a tired sigh.
"I'm not sure. To talk, I guess," he answered.
"So talk," she said and crossed her arms.
Her entire posture was unwelcoming and it was pissing him off.
"Did you sleep with any of them the other night?" He asked, his tone dark and warning.
"Any of who?" She asked.
"Ruby or Nikki?" He asked.
Her face lit up into a grin and her tongue ran over her teeth.
"Oh, so that's where we're going? So what if I i did? I'm a free woman. I can do whatever I want," she said.
He acted so fast that she didn't realize what was happening until she found herself with her back up against the wall and one of his hands around her throat. He wasn't strangling her but he was putting enough pressure on it to establish his dominance. She had unfolded her arms, they were down her sides now, but her face wasn't one of fear. That glow in her eyes he hadn't seen since before her brother's death was suddenly back and she was smirking at him.
"Oh yeah, I hooked up with Nikki in the bathroom. She went down on me, licked my pussy like a damn pro, had me cumming more violently that I've ever cum before," she said.
She was taunting him, he knew that. It was clear nothing had happened but she was trying to push him mentally. He squeezed her throat a little tighter while his eyes grew darker.
"She had me screaming in no time. I was begging for her to continue, my throat was sore after screaming her name over and over. Fuck, it was good," she said.
His other hand moved up to her face. He traced the thumb over her bottom lip. The movement was gentle which was a weird contrast to his other hand still around her throat. He smirked back at her as he stopped his thumb in the middle of her lip.
"We both know that's not true," he said.
She raised her eyebrows, questioned him with her look alone. He gently tapped his thumb on her lip and she parted her lips and sucked the tip of it into her mouth which made him bite his lip as he felt her tongue against his finger.
"You don't allow anyone to go down on you. No one but me," he said.
He pulled his thumb out of her mouth. He kept her gaze locked with his as he slowly sank to his knees in front of her. His hand around her throat started sliding down, his nails dragging painfully down the skin on the throat and over her breasts. He knew better than to let them run down her stomach so once he was past her breasts, he removed his hand from her body and put it down on her right thigh instead. Again that painful feeling shot through her body as he dragged his nails up her thigh. She leaned her head back against the wall and moaned.
He grabbed her thong and slid it down her legs. He reached around her, dug his nails into her asscheeks and violently pulled her crotch forward to his face. A small gasp left her lips and he smiled at the sound before sticking out his tongue and attacking her clit with it.
She moaned and cried, rocked her hips to meet his tongue, wanting more, demanding more, and he gladly gave it to her. Her hands fell down on his head, her fingers running through his hair, her nails scratching his scalp as he felt her get closer and closer. He dug his nails into her ass even further and felt her fall back against the wall as she cried out her orgasm. He tightened his arms around her legs, making sure to keep her standing up as he licked through her orgasm.
He looked up at her and smiled. She had closed eyes and she seemed to be at peace right at that moment. This was the affect he wanted to have on her. Pleasure, joy, blissfullness, everything good.
He went to stand up as he ran his hands up her sides, still a bit afraid she might tilt to one of the sides if he let her go. She looked completely spent but when she opened her eyes and looked at him, she clearly begged for more with the look she gave him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His kiss was greedy and rough, demanding her entire being, as he walked her backwards into the bedroom.
He let her fall back down on the bed while he quickly got out of his sweatpants and boxers. He settled between her legs and pushed himself inside her without warning. He started out at a good pace and she bit her lip, closed her eyes and moaned. How he enjoyed watching her like that, seeing how she clearly liked everything he did to her.
Her hands landed on his back, her fingers running down at first. He let out a moan by the feeling of her touch. He sped up a bit and that made her nails come into play. She scratched him down his back and he hissed by the pain. He grabbed her arms and forced them up on top of her head where he gathered both her wrists in one hand. He started thrusting into her harder. Her moaning grew and he kept at it, his movements getting faster and faster for each thrust, soon fucking her senseless like he'd done several times before.
He felt her body building up again and he kept at it. She was his prize, she was his pleasure, she was his.
"Come on, princess," he said in a husky voice.
Her moaning slowly increased and he wrapped his free hand around her throat again. She tilted her head back to grant him better access and he squeezed a little tighter.
"You like that, don't you, princess? You like it when I'm all rough with you. You like it when I have my way with you," he kept talking in that husky voice as he kept pounding into her relentlessly.
And she did. She liked it. She fucking loved it. He already knew that and her screams gave her away seconds later as he made her cum. He growled out loud as he followed her over the edge 20 seconds later. He let go off her throat and rolled down next to her, his chest heaving like crazy as he tried to catch his breath.
He turned his head and looked at her. She stared up in the ceiling. He rolled over on his side, moved closer to her and put his arm over her. She tensed up again. He didn't get it. She seemed so free and non caring during sex but when it came to a simple touch, it seemed like her entire world crashed down.
She pushed his arm away and got out of bed. He growled lowly to himself as he watched her walk out of the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"You left my thong in the livingroom," she answered.
That was true. He couldn't argue with that.
She returned in the open door a moment later with her thong back on, looking just like she had when she opened the door earlier, except for her hair being way more messy now. He liked that messy look and sent her a little twisted smile. She had no idea how much he loved rolling her around in bed, roughing her up, leaving her a complete mess under him.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You can let yourself out meanwhile," she said.
She spun around and disappeared. He couldn't believe it. Was she really kicking him out? And why did that even surprise him? He should be used to that by now. He got out of bed with a sigh and put his clothes back on.
He started walking through the house but stopped to look at the closed bathroom door. For a second he thought about just bursting in there to her, drag her caveman style back to bed and force her to spend the night with him.
On the other side of the door, she stood still with her back up against it, listening for his movements on the other side.
"Just go, just go, just go," she kept whispering while her heart pounded loudly in her chest.
She let out a sigh as she finally heard his footsteps start up again and the front door open and close.