Day 13 - Revenge/Modern AU

Day 13 - Revenge/Modern AU

Colin sat in the dimly lit bar, his fingers gripping the glass of whiskey in front of him as his mind raced, replaying the events of the past few hours. He had found out about Marina's betrayal—the texts, the late-night calls, the quiet, secretive whispers she thought he wouldn't notice. But he had noticed. And now, the weight of her infidelity pressed down on him like a leaden cloak, suffocating him with a mix of anger and betrayal.

The bar was quiet, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses serving as a distant backdrop to his turbulent thoughts. He hadn't told anyone yet—hadn't confronted Marina, hadn't ranted to his family. But the rage was simmering just beneath the surface, and he knew he needed to do something, anything, to take back control.

His phone buzzed on the table beside him, the screen lighting up with a message. He glanced at it, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the name.

Penelope.

His best friend, his confidante, the one person who had always been there for him no matter what. He hesitated for a moment before unlocking the phone and reading the message.

Hey, you okay? I saw your post earlier... you didn't look like yourself.

Colin let out a slow breath, his fingers hovering over the screen as he debated what to say. Penelope didn't know about Marina. No one did. But in that moment, as he sat there, the sting of betrayal still fresh, he realized that he needed someone—someone who understood him, someone who could make him forget, even if just for a little while.

Can you come over? he typed, his hands shaking slightly as he hit send.

It didn't take long for Penelope to reply.

Of course. I'll be there in 20.

Colin stared at the screen for a few moments longer, his heart pounding in his chest. There was something different about tonight. The way his mind had immediately gone to Penelope, the way he knew that seeing her would ease some of the pain. There was a darkness inside him now, a need for revenge, for something that would help him forget what Marina had done.

Twenty minutes later, he was at his apartment and so was she.

Colin opened for her. The redhead had concern etched across her face. She was wearing her usual jeans and a soft sweater, her red hair falling in waves over her shoulders, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else. She was a comfort, a calm in the storm. But tonight, that calm was not what he craved.

"You didn't have to rush over," Colin said softly, stepping aside to let her in.

Penelope gave him a small, reassuring smile as she walked inside. "You sounded like you needed someone," she said, her voice gentle. "What's going on?"

Colin's jaw tightened as he closed the door behind her, the weight of everything crashing down on him all over again. "Marina," he said, the word bitter on his tongue. "She... cheated."

Penelope's eyes widened, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch his arm. "Colin... I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine sympathy. "I had no idea..."

He shrugged, his muscles tense as he looked away, the anger bubbling to the surface. "I don't want your pity," he muttered, his voice low. "I just... I don't know what to do."

The redhead stepped closer, her hand still resting on his arm as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern. "You don't have to figure it out right now," she said softly. "You've been through a lot tonight. Just... let me be here for you."

Colin's gaze met hers, and for a moment, all the anger, all the hurt seemed to fade away. All he could see was Penelope—her kindness, her unwavering support, and the way she had always been there, even when he didn't deserve it.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her soft skin. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening slightly as she looked up at him.

"Colin," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you—"

"I need you," he interrupted, his voice rough with a mix of desperation and desire. "I need... something real, something that isn't a lie."

Penelope blinked, her heart racing as she searched his face, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling in his eyes. She had always cared for Colin, always been there for him, but this? This was different.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both urgent and filled with need. The redhead gasped softly against his mouth, her hands instinctively moving to grip the front of his shirt as she kissed him back, her mind spinning with the sudden shift between them.

The kiss deepened, Colin's hands sliding around her waist as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers with a desperation that spoke of more than just physical need. He needed her—needed to feel wanted, needed to erase the sting of Marina's betrayal.

Penelope's heart raced as she clung to him, her own emotions swirling in a confusing mix of desire and concern. She had always wanted Colin, always harbored feelings for him, but she had never expected it to happen like this.

Colin pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her lips as he whispered, "Let me forget her, Pen. Just... let me have this."

Her heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, and without another word, she nodded, her hands sliding up to cup his face as she kissed him again, her lips soft and yielding against his.

He wasted no time. His hands moved quickly, tugging at the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head, revealing the soft, pale skin of her torso. Penelope shivered slightly, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Colin's hands roamed over her body, his touch both rough and gentle as he explored every inch of her.

"Pen," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and need as he looked down at her. "You're... beautiful."

Penelope blushed, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the buttons of his shirt, her fingers fumbling in her haste to undress him. His breath hitched as her hands brushed against his skin, the contact sending a rush of heat through him that only intensified the desire he felt.

Within moments, they were both stripped bare, their bodies pressed together as Colin guided her to the bed, his hands gripping her hips as he laid her down gently. Penelope's heart raced as she looked up at him, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she waited for what was to come next.

Colin leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered, "This is about you and me, Pen. Nothing else."

Penelope's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as Colin's hands slid between her thighs, his touch firm and commanding as he parted her legs, positioning himself between them. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.

And then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, Colin pushed into her, his breath catching in his throat as he filled her completely. Penelope gasped, her body arching beneath him as the sensation of him inside her sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing, the soft rustle of the sheets beneath them as Colin began to move, his pace slow and measured at first, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with a desperation that spoke of more than just revenge.

Penelope's hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as she gasped for breath, the intensity of their connection overwhelming her senses. She had never felt anything like this—never felt so wanted, so needed.

Colin's pace quickened, his hips slamming against hers as he lost himself in the sensation of her body beneath him, the feel of her warmth and softness driving him to the brink of madness.

Penelope moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure as Colin continued to thrust into her, each movement sending waves of ecstasy through her that made her heart race and her breath hitch. The heat between them grew unbearable, their bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm, driven by need and desperation.

Colin's grip on her hips tightened as his pace quickened, his breath ragged and uneven. He groaned deeply, his body trembling with the force of his desire as he plunged into her again and again. Penelope's gasps turned into soft cries, her body arching beneath him, every inch of her responding to his touch.

She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her entire body tightening with the overwhelming pleasure. "Colin," she whispered, her voice breathless and trembling as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back. "I'm... I'm so close..."

"Me too," He gasped, his voice low and rough as he thrust into her harder, the pressure building inside him, threatening to spill over. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he pushed them both toward release.

With one final, deep thrust, he groaned loudly, his entire body tensing as he reached his climax, his release washing over him in shuddering waves. Penelope cried out softly, her own orgasm crashing through her, her body convulsing beneath him as she trembled with pleasure.