Cara’s povs
Brian’s lips were all over me, and even if I wanted to resist, i would be powerless to even lift a finger to protest. It was like a wildfire that couldn’t be stopped. Every kiss, every touch, it was fierce, filled with a hunger that made my body ache for him. I could feel the heat between us, his hands gripping the small of my back with enough grip that made me yelp in pleasure instead of pain. he pulled me loser like he couldn’t get enough of me. His mouth moved with such urgency, like a starving lion, devouring every inch of my mouth.
Before I knew it, we were in the cabin, the air thick with unspent sexual tension. Brian held me close, his hands tangling in my hair as he kissed me like his life depended on it. I moaned against his lips, my body trembling under his touch, my mind lost in the passion of the moment. I wanted him. I needed him. Every part of me was screaming for more, and I could feel that he wanted the same.
“Brian…” I gasped, trying to find my voice, but it was useless. Every touch, every kiss, sent sparks of electricity through my veins, clouding my thoughts. I knew I should stop him. I should push him away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
His lips trailed down my neck, making my body tremble with need. For a moment, it was just us. No pain, no rejection. Just this, just him, and it felt so right, so perfect.
“Why did you leave me?” His voice cracked, raw and almost broken. Hearing him like that made my heart ache in ways I couldn’t describe. “Why did you run?”
“I…I…” I wanted to say that he was the one that pushed me away, that he rejected me and dumped me like used rag…
But I felt his hot breath on my nape, all those words i prepared in my head git stuck in my head, never to come out.
All sense of reason flew out of the cabin window. what came out was moans, Brian’s actions were driving me crazy, all my whole body coming to life as I lay on the small bed in the cabin, my breath coming out in short humphs.
But just as Brian started to move his hands lower, ready to take things further, a sharp sound pierced the air, piecing through the thick sexual tension in the room. Breaking my haze of fantasy.
His phone.
The shrill ring cut through the tension, breaking the spell. Brian froze for a second, his forehead pressed against mine, both of us breathing heavily. He grunted in frustration before pulling away from me and answering the call.
I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end. My mind was already in jumbles from all the feelings running through me.
Just a muffle sounds coming from the other end. But I could tell from Brian’s change in expression that whatever or whoever it is was not good.
Brian’s jaw clenched tighter with each word they spoke, his eyes narrowing with anger. Without warning, he threw the phone across the room, smashing it against the wall.
I jumped at the sound, my heart racing for a different reason now. His whole mood shifted, and when he looked at me again, the warmth from before was gone. Now, there was only anger and hatred, like he regretted everything that just happened between us.
I was already on the bed, my hair a mess from all the kissing, my body still wet and aching for him, but the way he was looking at me now made me feel cold inside. I had been so close, so lost in the moment, thinking maybe he wanted me, really wanted me. But was i wrong?.
“What’s the problem, brian?” I asked
“It’s master, you bitch, no one calls me except for that”.
I tensed up at his tone. Surprised at the change of attitude.
His eyes were hard, full of something dark. “Don’t think for a second this changes anything,” he said, his voice sharp and cold. “Nothing has changed between us.”
I felt my heart crack a little more at his words, the sting of rejection sharper than ever. How could I have let myself fall into his arms again? How could I have been so stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, he cared?
Brian fixed his clothes, not even bothering to look at me as he spoke.
“Debby will come and attend to you. Don’t leave this room, and don’t think you can escape for the second time.” His words were like a slap in the face, harsh and unforgiving.
I wanted to scream at him, to tell him to stop being such a coward, but I couldn’t. I just lay there, feeling like an idiot, my body still burning from his touch, but my heart cold from the truth. I was just a distraction, He didn’t want me. He never did.
As he walked towards the door, he looked back at me one last time, his expression unreadable. “Forget about what just happened,” he said, his voice like the reaper. “It meant nothing.”
And with that, he left, leaving me alone in the silence, my heart shattered, my body trembling with a mix of anger, shame, and the bitter taste of rejection. I pulled the blanket over myself, trying to make sense of everything. How could I have let him worm his way back into my heart?
I had made a mistake, a terrible mistake.
Brian didn’t want me. Not now, not ever. And I was a fool for thinking otherwise.