Page 48 of Ravaged From Fate

He smiles then. Cheeky.

“Not now,” he replies.

“What? When?”

“When it’s time.”

“Screw you.”

“Let’s just be here together,” he says, lying down next to me. I’m aching for the man. I really, really, really want him inside me. I’m longing for his cock. “Let me put my arms around you and hold you dear.”

I haven’t even seen his cock yet.

But Caspian is resolute. Of course he is. The big hulking tease.

His arms find their way around me, and a feeling of safety washes over me. I feel like nothing can touch me while I’m close to him like this. Caspian, this giant of a man, can ward away all monsters.

They’re scared of him.

Annoyed still at being denied a good fuck, I close my eyes. The aftershocks of the orgasm Caspian’s given me fail to fade away, and soon enough I find myself falling into a blissful sleep.

22

CASPIAN

I’m up before Elsa. She lies asleep in my bed, cute and soft like a little kitten. I’ve not grown used to the place I’m renting in East Springs; the whole time I’ve been here it’s felt cold and not homely at all, but this girl has brightened the whole place up.

In one night…

I sit on the edge of the bed and, in my mind, I fly through yesterday’s events. Look, I’m hungover. The darkness of the night after drinking a bit too much has caught up to me.

How did I start from reluctantly going to the boxing gym to ending up with Elsa in my own bed?

Shit.

Yesterday I told her things I’ve been too guarded to tell anyone else. I told her about my mother for goodness’ sake. I told her I’m a drummer. I’ve told her I’ve performed in front of crowds. I’ve let her see parts of me that I had strongly decided would stay hidden in East Springs. Her natural charming, cute self just tears down my walls, and I can’t help but want to reveal myself to her. I’ve never met someone who can do that to me. She’s unique.

Very much unique.

But I don’t regret last night. Sure, I was drunk, and it was messy, and I probably wouldn’t have allowed myself to kiss her if I’d been sober, but I honestly do not regret anything at all.

Fuck.

I’m happy I kissed her again.

Why am I beating myself up about it? Should I deny myself all happiness because of what I’ve done to Ravaged?

But I’m afraid of one major thing. Hurting Elsa in the same fucking way I’ve seemed to hurt everyone in my life. I know she’s too good for me. Too pure. Because of my own selfish desires, I’m getting this innocent girl – this beautiful creature snoozing happily in my bed – involved in my fucked up life, and I know from experience that it never ends well.

Fuck.

I sigh and put my head in my hands. This hangover is killing me.

I need a shower.

I reach for my bedside table for my phone, turning the stupid device on for the first time in a week. I’m careful not to make Elsa stir. I don’t know why I’m looking at my phone. I just want to do something to get out of my own head.

Of course, as expected, there are new messages from my former Ravaged bandmates that pop up as soon as the screen turns on. I quickly scroll through them. Usual messages asking me where I am.