Carla looked up at Peter wearily as he stood over her. She had heard a loud thud seconds ago but had no idea what had just happened between them out in the stairway. Swallowing hard to lubricate her throat Carla opened her mouth to speak.
"What happened?" she croaked.
Peter looked into her teary eyes, frowning as he stared at her with an intensity that made her anxious yet again. "Nothing, Michelle has gone" he answered.
Carla suspected that there was no truth in what she was being told but didn't dare to argue. Peter was a force to be reckoned with at present and she was in no fit state to try. It would be stupid of her to think she could. She waited for his next move surely they wouldn't just stay like this all night.
Peter huffed it was so awkward now and the thought of Michelle lying at the bottom of the stairs was niggling away at him. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off of the whole horrible ordeal. Reaching down he scooped Carla up in his arms taking her completely by surprise. It resulted in her body tensing and her giving a little yelp but when she realised he was only carrying her to the bedroom she tried to relax.
Marching inside Peter gently as he could lay her down upon the bed and then climbed up on top of her. Carla tensed again not knowing his intentions and making herself scarce. He leant down and kissed her, Carla daring not to resist letting him. Pressing his lips to hers he forced the kiss, this was perfect as way of distraction. Making love to Carla would not only please him but he hoped it would exhaust her enough that she'd fall into a deep sleep and he could sneak out. He had to move Michelle before the morning and stop her from being found. She knew far too much.
As Peter felt Carla start to relax he trailed the kisses down and over her chin, sliding down her neck and nipping affectionately either side before beginning to concentrate on removing her clothes. His touch was soft against her skin as his fingers started to remove her top. Peter was being slow and seductive with his movements on purpose. Lulling his girlfriend into a false sense of security. It was working, slowly everything that had happened between them was melting away, the further Peter went the more and more Carla allowed herself to revert back to the loved up child he turned her to so easily.
Getting lost in the moment Carla reached up and wrapped one hand loosely around Peter's neck to resume their kissing. She'd missed him, the real him who knew how to bring the women in her to her knees like this. When they had sex Peter was most definitely the dominant, she liked it better that way. Her smooth skin glided through his hands as he pushed her top up and it bunched above her breasts. Caressing them momentarily he allowed their kiss to deepen, his tongue parting her lips and exploring every inch of her mouth as she slowly allowed hers to do the same.
Carla ignored the pain as his fingers slowly moved back down her body and wriggled to help him pull down her leggings. Peter observed her eagerness and played to it. At least he could see she wanted this and he desperately needed a release, not just sexually but for his frustrations before he lashed out and did any more physical damage than he had done already.
Michelle came round her eyes fluttering open so all she could see was the street outside from the open front door. It had been raining and under the street lamp the wet ground sparkled. Her head was pounding and as she pushed down on her palms to lift herself up onto her knees she felt dizzy. Her lips felt wet and using the back of her hand she wiped them, smearing blood from her split lip across her skin. She didn't look down, slapping her hand against the wall Michelle slowly stood up and stumbled forward out into the fresh night air.
She was mildly concussed with no recollection of what had happened or why she was at Carla and Peter's flat. Using the wall for support Michelle slowly crept forward not knowing really what she was doing or where she was heading. Outside number one Deirdre was just having a quick puff on a cigarette when she noticed Michelle staggering across the cobbles. At first she thought she might just be a little tipsy and so jokingly called over to her.
"You ok love"
Michelle looked up just noticing Deirdre smiling away at her when she suddenly felt her knees go weak. It all happened so quickly that even Deirdre felt confused by the whole thing. Michelle collapsed in a heap upon the cobbles as Deirdre cried out and opened up the front door hollering to Ken to come out and help her.
Having managed to slip only one of Carla's legs out of her leggings before letting excitement get the better of him Peter moved his hand to unbutton his own jeans and struggled to get himself free of the restraints that held his manhood. He wanted Carla and he couldn't wait a second longer. Roughly he pushed himself into her before she was ready and Carla found herself wincing at the sudden shock as she felt him start to thrust away.
Peter had broken off their kiss, all affection in the matter forgotten and was pumping away at incredible speed that Carla was no longer enjoying the experience. He hit into her with such force it caused a searing pain to radiate throughout her battered body. It didn't feel comfortable at all in fact it reminded her of how it had felt when Frank raped her.
Suddenly Carla choked, her breathing hitching as the memory of all the pain she had felt back that night came racing to her now. It hurt, so much more than someone who actually loved you would allow but she had to suppress the memory because deep down she believed Peter was not doing this to hurt her. Silent tears cascaded down her cheeks not that Peter noticed as her assaulted body began to tense beyond her control. Peter had his hands, firmly holding down her arms and his body curved back as he held his head high. Faster and faster became his pace as he came close to satisfaction but Carla couldn't be further away as she lay beneath him praying it would all be over soon. She focused to one side catching sight of them both in the mirror and the state she looked. The women staring back at her didn't look happy but Carla didn't know how she was going to change that.
Peter gasped and then held his breath for a few seconds as he exploded deep inside her. He held his body tense and then allowed himself to relax. Leaning down he kissed Carla's cheek and tasted the salty residue that had been left from her tears. With his hand he reached under her other cheek and forcefully flipped her head back to face him. Their eyes met, his firm and dark, hers wide and teary and Peter instantly felt something was wrong.
Why had she been crying? She was supposed to be spent and tired. He let his expression soften and gazed down at her now sniffling away noticeably.
"I love you Carla" said Peter softly.
If that was what he called love Carla was horrified, there was no love in any of that attack he had just sprung on her. She didn't bother to argue, all she wanted to do was sleep and suppress that memory along with so many others she had in her collection. Peter pulled out from inside her and placed a kiss on her forehead as he got out of the bed. Adjusting his jeans and pants he made himself look presentable and headed out of the bedroom.
Beneath the sheets Carla curled herself up protectively. She was in pain yet again her body having had no rest in days. She gripped the sheet, using it as a comforter as she cried herself to sleep. Ashamed at herself for not being tougher, she would never allow anybody else to keep treating her like this. Obviously her love for Peter knew no bounds.
