AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I'm late on the date which I promised ! I had a 3 chapter test for AP so I got super busy , and I'm majorlyyy sleep deprives and it's homecoming weekend , but I decided to finish this up just for you guys [: I really love you all , and hope you like it ! Expect another update during the weekend [; Oh and the song in this chapter is 'Shut Up and Drive' by Rihanna . ANd this chapter starts out very ... awkward , so HEED THE WARNING . This is rated M for strong language , sexual content , violence , drug and alcohol references , and many many other things which are yet to comee . Love youu all !
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Katherine Nicotra 3
Chapter 12: Depressing Times Call for Fun Conversations
Melena and Randy drove back to the hotel in relative silence. Feeling a growing sensation of fright in her stomach, Melena laid her head back, trying to suppress the memories floating in her mind.
"Look at her! She's taking two in that little mouth!" A drunken male voice was laughing loudly, and a few other voices joined in.
"Damn, I think I wanna go for three! Too bad Steven wont pop her cherry yet." Another male spoke bitterly. One man grinned evilly, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look up.
"Steven says that he's gonna have a fun time getting you stretched out wide." The face leered at her, and then he grabbed his cock, sticking it her my mouth.
She choked, and this caused laughter. She couldn't breathe...
"No!" Melena gasped as she lurched forward. Randy stomped on the brakes, pulling over as cars honked.
"Lena! Lena! What's wrong!" Randy grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes with worry. She stared back at him with her fright showing through her shining eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek, and Randy pulled her in, trying to stop her increasing cries. "It's okay, calm down." Randy tried to calm her, rubbing her back as she cried into his chest.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry." Melena stuttered as she spoke. Randy looked down at her, confused.
"What are you talking about?" Randy furrowed his brow, and Melena looked up at him with her large, glassy eyes.
"I got your sh-shirt wet, and I p-promised that I wouldnt c-c-cry." She took a few deeps breaths, and Randy chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
"Sweetie, this shirt doesn't matter to me as much as you do, and if you have to cry then cry. I just want to see you happy, though." Randy leaned his cheek on Melena's head, inhaling her scent as he held her. Melena's tears stopped, and she started to breathe more normally.
"Randy," Melena mumbled into Randy's chest.
"Hm?" Randy lifted his head from Melena's head, looking down at her. She looked into his eyes deeply for a moment, almost as if she were deciphering something. Cautiously, she lifted her head, her lips brushing his.
"I love you." She kissed him full on the lips, and Randy kissed her back, moving one hand up to rest on her neck, the other on her waist. THey both pulled away after a moment, and Randy smiled at her.
"Lena, don't think about that bastard. I know how to handle people like him. He wont come near you, I promise you that." He grabbed her small hand, holding it delicately between his two large hands, and planted a soft kiss on her palm. He looked at her face and saw her smile at him.
"You're right. I shouldn't be worrying, not when I have someone as amazing and loving as you." Randy felt his emotions welling over, and he kissed Melena once more before straightening up.
"Are you okay now?" Randy stared at her cautiously, and she nodded. "Tell me if you want me to pull over, all right?"
"Sure." She looked at him and grinned. "How much do you wanna bet that John and Mickie slept together while we were gone?" Randy laughed at her subject change. He started to drive again, thinking.
"Hmm... I'll bet you $50 that they haven't yet." Randy smirked, knowing that Mickie was not gullible, and wouldn't sleep with John until she was sure he wasn't lying.
"I bet $500 that they have." Randy turned to Melena in shock, seeing her smug smile. "I can't believe you're placing such a chump bet, Mr. Orton." Melena laughed at Randy's expression.
"You're on. $500 it is." He grinned, and then frowned mockingly. "It's going to suck seeing you lose, babe." Melena just rolled her eyes at him.
"Just shut up and drive." She smiled as she saw Randy grinning as a thought came to him.
"There's a song called that! Wanna hear it? SHUT UP AND DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE. SHUT UP AND DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE!" Melena jumped in shock as Randy started bellowing the lyrics. She burst out laughing, and Randy stopped singing, looking at her in shock.
"Are you laughing at me?" He looked upset, his bottom lip quivering. Melena shook her head, still laughing.
"You're unbelievable! I never in a million years thought that I would witness a pro wrestler singing to a Rihanna song !... Awwwh Randy, come on!" Melena looked at Randy's still-wuivering lip, and sighed. "I loved it, you sounded amazing. I wish I had as great a voice as you." Melena rolled ehr eyes as Randy started grinning.
"I knew it, babe. You can't resist the charming voice, it's seductive and sexy, just like my looks." Melena laughed, and Randy wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oh shut up and- Oh wait nevermind, don't wanna hear that dying cat again!" She stifled her laugh, covering her mouth. Randy looked at her with a small frown, but she pretended not to notice.
"Oh yeah? Well let's hear YOU sing Ms. Melena!" He smirked at Melena's shocked expression.
"Uhmmm... I can't! I hurt my ribs, remember? So my lungs can't stretch far enough for me to get the proper air for singing." She smiled in victory, but Randy coughed into his sleeve.
"Bullshit!" He coughed, which caused Melena to send a glare his way.
"Jerk..." Melena muttered under her breath.
"What?" Randy looked at her in mock-surprise, and then pulled over. "Take that back!"
"Mr. Orton, what the hell are you doing? Drive!" Looking at Randy, she groaned, seeing his face turned down into a frown yet again.
"Fine, your not a jerk." Mumbling, Melena looked out the window.
"What was that?" Melena could hear the smug tone in Randy's voice.
"I said you're not a jerk." Melena turned her head to face Randy, speaking louder.
"And you think I'm the best singer ever." Randy dropped his fake frown, his lips turned into a slight smile, eyes alight.
"And I think you're the best singer ever." Melena spoke quickly, causing Randy to chuckle.
"And you think I'm a sexy beast." Randy grinned as Melena's eyes widened. She regained her composure, looking Randy dead in the eyes.
"ANd I think you're a sexy beast." Randy smiled in victory, and Melena continued. "If by beast you mean pig." Randy's smile dropped, and Melena laughed. Randy started driving again.
"Don't think you're getting off this easy! I'll get you back..." Randy drifted off ominously, causing Melena to tense up.
"What do you mean?" Randy stayed silent. "Randy?" He just smiled, driving on. "Mr. Orton, I am TALKING to YOU!" Melena spoke loudly, but he just didn't speak. "Oh, oh, real mature Randall." Melena rolled her eyes, slouching in her seat and folding her arms in front of her chest.
"I hate that name! Don't call me that!" Melena turned to see Randy as he moaned in annoyance. Melena's lips curled into a smile.
"What? Randall? I think I'm going to call you that a LOT more from now on." Melena grinned at Randy's horrified expression.
"That's it! I'm so getting you back when we're in the hotel room!" He picked up the speed slightly, and Melena laughed.
"We'll see about that!" She smiled as she saw the hotel looming closer, trying to anticipate Randy's next move. She had to admit, she was glad she had decided to give Randy a chance; he had deserved a chance, and so far, he was being the best friend and boyfriend that Melena could ever imagine.
(a/n: Warning: STRONG VIOLENT SEXUAL CONTENT . VERY SCARRING . DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH OR DO NOT LIKE PAIN .)
Somewhere in Los Angeles...
"Thanks for the ticket's sweetheart." I kept my laugh to myself as the girl sat up from the bed, looking at me with a bubbly, stupid smile.
"No problem! Want to try and seduce me again like we did last night?" The girl's green eyes glinted, and I bit back a scream. They reminded me of her, that ungrateful little bitch. She had left me, and had probably slept with one of those big guys who was always around her. Well, she was going to learn to respect me. I didn't want to hurt her, but if that was what it was going to take, then so be it. Who cares anyway? SHe fucking deserved what she was going to get.
"That was a one night stand, baby! You're so fucking stupid!" I laughed harshly at the girl, and her lips turned down into a frown.
"Oh come on Steven, one last time!" I closed my eyes at the little girls voice. She was so annoying! She wanted another time? I would give her another time that she wouldn't forget.
"You want another go? Come here." She got off the bed in her bra and panties, smirking, and I waited until she was right in fromt of me. I grabbed her by the arms and pushed her into the wall, hard. I loved watching as her eyes shut tight, her back arching.
"You're hurting me!" She gasped, and I laughed. I leaned in to her ear.
"This is the last time. You wanted it, you got it." I whispered gently, and felt myself harden at her shiver of fear. I pulled her panties up, and she screamed in pain. I kept pulling, and then I let go of her arms, ripping the underwear off. I heard her gasping, and I laughed. SHe didnt try to run, she knew she was trapped. I pulled down my boxers, and I jammed my stiffening cock right into her, no protection. She loked at me with wide-eyed horror, but I didn't care. I grabed her ass hard, pinching until she screamed, a tear running down her cheek. I maneuvered her so she was bent over the foot of the bed, and I pounded into her, doggy-style. I grabbed my belt off the ground and picked up an empty beer bottle. I pulled out of her and jammed the beer bottle into her pussy. She screamed loudly, so I pushed her face into the bed. I let go, and she was silent, save for the sniffling. I lubed up the bottle and pulled it out, and then I started pushing myself into her again. I got a fabulous idea, and flipped her on her back, tearing off her bra. I started fucking her hard, and slapped her breasts, causing her to gasp in pain. She started screaming too much, so I grabbed my boxers from the ground and stuffed them in her mouth. I kept going until her breats were two huge red welts. I kept fucking her, and I started biting her nipples, making her scream into the cloth. I grinned and bit harder, enjoying the pain I was causing. Moving away from the breasts, I pulled out, sticking the beer bottle in my place. I grabbed her, lifting her up a little, and pushed deep into her tight ass. I started slapping her breasts again. I had to cum, so I pulled out the beer bottle, fucking her pussy until my hot load was in her. I pulled out, seeing her fall onto the bed, helpless, scared, and in pain. I leaned down, my mouth by her ear.
(a/n: Okay , now this is the not-so-bad part , and I'm sorry about the previous part , I had a friend help me write it , but that's why this story is rated M .)
"How was that for a last time?" I sneered as I spoke, and I pulled on my clothes leaving the hotel room, and the pathetic girl. That was nowhere near what the ungrateful bitch Melena was going to feel once I got my hands on her. The best part? She was a virgin. I knew that she might have been fucked in the ass a few times, but her pussy was clean, and I was planning to demolish it, and make it scarred for life. She would pay.
