| 026 | Ruby |

I slept like an angel, in a way I hadn't in more than a decade, when I woke up, I was alone in my bed, naked in a clean mattress, energy rushing through my veins, but the second I felt the sore ache between my legs and the memories of what I did rushed into my mind, so did panic.

"No, no, no, no, no," I cried to myself, covering my face with my hands as the embarrassment of my actions settled in my core, flushing my skin beyond just my face. Desperate, I lifted the blanket covering me and looked at my body, finding marks and hickeys everywhere, and when I touched my sore and now swollen pussy, his fuming cum was still dripping from me. "Fuck me," I cried.

"Again?" That raspy voice asked, and when I tried to follow where it came from, I found him standing in the door of my bathroom, clearly looking like someone who just came out of the bath, my towel wrapped around his hips, but not hiding the fact that he was very much naked, and that his monstrous cock was still hard. And I hate how that thought got me throbbing for him again.

"Oh, no," I groaned, covering myself with the blanket. "No, no, no."

"Kinda late for that, love," he purred.

"Don't call me that," I cried exasperated.

"Why not? You seemed to love it quite a lot!"

This shameless bastard, "No, no, no, this can't be happening."

"You better not come with the 'pretend-it-never-happened' talk again, love."

Fuck. "It was a mistake," I gasped, pushing the blanket enough to show my face, and I nearly screamed when I found him totally naked, the towel gone.

"I love this type of mistake," he purred devilishly and came closer to me.

I instantly moved back on the bed, away from me, "Don't come."

"I already did," the bastard had the audacity to say it, I felt like crying.

"Stay there, Rhyot," I groaned.

But the arsehole ignored me, coming to the bed with a devilish grin on, then he grabbed the blanket and yanked away from my body, make me squeak with his boldness. And when his eyes darkened as he ate me with his predatory gaze, I couldn't help clenching my legs and curling my toes, and the piece of shite noticed, because, of course, he would. "Come on, let me bath you, love."

"No," I gasped, pushing myself further away from him, until I clumsily fell off the bloody bed, "fuck," I cursed. When I tried to stand up, my legs didn't move, "You motherfucking bastard, what did you do to me?"

"Nothing you didn't beg to, love," he chuckled as if the fact that I couldn't stand amused him profoundly, then he came to me, unbothered with his nude body, bend down and held me in his arms, and felt out of breath feeling how hot his skin was, it was almost like I had passed my fever to him. "Let's not act like teenagers, okay? No pretending it didn't happen. That's what fucked everything back then, I'm not letting that happen again, so, don't even try."

Shite, I fucked up. "This was nothing, it meant nothing."

"Who are you lying to, love? Because we both know that ain't true," he chuckled as he strode inside my bathroom, walking towards my bathtub that was already full and ready, as if he had planned this ahead. "I wasn't going to do anything, I was really harmlessly taking care of you," he put me down on the bathtub, staying at my side as the warm water covered me up. "You attacked me."

"I didn't attack you," I groaned, unable to meet his eyes, embarrassed.

"Oh, you did, love. You know, it's okay to confess you've been dying to attack me ever since we saw each other again, I felt the same way," I could tell he was grinning without even looking.

"This can't happen," I groaned exasperated. "I don't have time for this, Rhyot."

"We make time," he purred.

"No, I can't. This won't happen again," I said decisively.

But he leaned onto me, making me lean back on the bathtub, too damn close, eyes darker than before, and he audaciously brought his hand into the water, down my body, his fingers touching my burning cunt, my skin so sensitive the stupid touch forced a moan out of me, "What were you saying, love?" He taunted me, and before I could snap at him, he thrusted three of his slander fingers inside me, torturing my clit with his thumb, making me arch my back and cry out. "Say it again, Ruby, I dare you."

I grabbed onto his arms with the intention of stopping him, but when he twisted his fingers inside me, I found myself grinding on his hand instead, shivers down my body, the need to feel his touch better blinding me and my judgement of the situation I put myself in. "Oh... my God..."

"There's no God here, Ruby, just you and me," he groaned possessively, adding a fourth finger and thrusting them harder into me, making me ride his hand, "if you call for a God, you better be referring to me, no God can save you from me, Ruby. So, if you wanna pray while you're with me, you better me praying for me, or I'll get jealous, and you won't want to see me jealous."

His words only ignited my core more, and as my irrational self took over, I released my grip on his arm and gripped the sides of the bathtub instead, scared of drowning while grinding on his hand, steading myself so I could move better. "God," I cried, unable to hold it, unable to listen to his words, "oh, my God," I huffed, struggling to hold onto my dignity at all, moving my hips on his fingers like a slut, craving more of him like a drug, needing him deeper, needing more.

"Yes, love, like that, pray for me," he purred, fingering me deeper.

I was on the edge of orgasming when my phone rang somewhere in my room, breaking the spell and startling me, "Fuck," I gasped, overwhelmed.

Smiling, Rhyot took his hand off me, brought it to his mouth and sucked his fingers as he stood up, then he walked out of the bathroom and my naughty eyes followed the sight of his arse. When he came inside again, with my phone in his clean hand, he looked profoundly amused, "It's our son."

My blood pressure went down, "Oh, my God," I struggled to get my shite together. "Give me that," I swallowed but he refused.

"Nuh-uh," he purred, licking his lips, bringing the phone to his ear.

"No, no, no, Rhyot, don't," but I froze the second he accepted the call.

"Yes?" He said, tilting his head.

"Mum?" When I heard my son's voice, I realized he had put on the speaker.

"Your mom is..." his eyes came to me, "a little busy right now."

"Who am I talking to?"

"Peeta," he grinned and I frowned confused.

"What?" My son squeaked.

"Oh, sorry, I'm tripping. I'm Rhyot," he bit his bottom lip amused.

"Oh..." Rhett gasped and my frown deepened. "Rhyot?"

"Rhyot Crowther," he tilted his head to the other side.

Rhett stayed silent for a an excruciating moment, "I... I just wanted to know if mum will be up to pick me and my friend in school later, and to know if she... if she's alright. Is she near you?"

His eyes traveled to me and I covered my mouth with my hand, "She is in the bathroom right now, but she's alright, don't worry, kid. She couldn't be better."

"Ask her to call me later, bye!" He hushed and hung up the call.

Why is he acting so weird? Did something happen?

"You gave our son a phone? Ain't he 10?" He purred as he set my phone aside.

I swallowed, "He likes tech, he's skilled at it, I didn't want to repress whatever interest he had, he could end up being a tech genius for all I know. What? You think I did wrong?" I dare him to say yes.

"No, I think you did amazing, I would've done the same," he walked to me.

"What are we doing, Rhyot?" I groaned, glaring at him.

His eyes darkened as he bend down, joined me in the big bathtub, grabbing me by my hips and making me straddle him, "What we both want," he whispered, holding my hips with a hand and his hard cock with the other, burying himself inside me again, make me moan, too weak to resist.