Where I Belong √

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

"Alex! You don't have to baby me all the damn time" I roll my eyes when my protest went to deaf ears. He stubbornly lifts me and placed my butt over his kitchen counter.

"I do" he feeds me one cherry and pops another into his mouth. With a wink he backs off, busying himself with the new dish he was preparing for me. I couldn't bite back my stupid smile.

I always feigned annoyance, telling him how much he irritates me but we both knew better. I love his presence.

A few days ago I fainted, I had vague memories out of our fight. I woke up to find myself almost naked under the sheets, that only meant one thing; Alex had already discovered the truth and that made me anxious.

But a little part of me was hoping for the opposite. I prepared myself to answers shitloads of queries, smooth velvet lies already installed in my mouth life a software. But no word was spoken about the bruises, or cuts or why the hell I fainted. Alex concluded that it was because of lack of food and fed me and that was a relief for me.

His overprotective nature bugs me. Alex was always protective of me but nowadays, it's kind of getting overwhelming. Chole and Jake check up on me from time to time as if I am sick or hospitalized. And as for Kate, I am sure Benjamin has grounded her.

"Back to earth" I blink and a spoonful of ice cream was shoved into my mouth.

"You are not getting any best boyfriend award" I mocked.

"I don't need lame-ass awards" he shrugged it off, feeding another spoon.

He captures my mouth, and on their own accord, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him against me.

"First I am gonna get my desert" he breathed, sucking on my lower lip and I moaned just with that. Needless to say, we can't stop fucking.

In a swift movement, his sweatpants were down and I felt his need at my throbbing entrance. I was not allowed to wear clothes whenever we were together. No clothes or his Tshirts that's the only two options I was left with. Initially, I didn't want to look at my bare skin, because every bruise, every scar reminded me of what a filth I was.

All the unnecessary thoughts vanished when I felt him going slow and deep, filling every inch of me. His hungry lips were driving me crazy and I felt him squeezing and massaging my breast. I cursed when he pulled out, a teasing smirk on his face.

"What you want a baby" he challenged, his dark eyes filled with matching lust and desire. He wouldn't give it unless I beg for it. He rubbed himself against me, trailing few kisses across my jaw, biting my sensitive skin.

"Alexander fucking Somerhalder, get your dick inside my cunt. Now" I demanded, glaring at him and his smirk widens. I moaned out loud when he slammed inside me and started pounding into me with a lot of force and I dug my nails into his shoulder, looking straight through his hooded dark eyes. The louder I moaned, the harder he would thrust.

"Becca" he groaned, nestling his face into the crook of my neck, neither of was wanted to stop. I was clenching onto his member and felt him pulsating inside me.

He filled me completely, followed by my orgasm. We stay in each other's arms, catching our breaths. I felt a kiss on top of my head and he pushed my hairs away from my face. He closes his hand around my wrist before placing a lingering kiss over the scars. I tilted his face, forcing him to look at me. His eyes were darker than usual as if he were angry.

"He is really Asshole for a Father" he gritted out and I gulped. I couldn't bring myself to tell him about what Benjamin did to me. How can I tell him about all the punches, slaps, kicks, his hateful words, and recurring nightmares? He had seen my marks. All of it and is sure that everything is Benjamin's doing. But how do I tell him that I am also the one who loves to see my own blood?