Red light filled the motel room through the blinds, highlighting her smoke.
I watch as she lay on her back. A stream of milky cloud rushing into her nostrils. Her glassy eyes, fixed on the ceiling. Her naked body glistened with beads of sweat.
“Love,” I called out to her. She didn't flinch. “Let’s take a bath.”
I studied her eyes unsure if they were bloodshot or just saturated from the hue of the room.
The teal colored tile of the bathroom just made the cracks and holes in the wall stand out more. I drew the water. It sputtered as I felt for warmth.
When I stepped out to check on her, her eyes cut into me from where she lay. Her caramel colored eyes pierced through me like a horror film.
She turned on her side, her arm folding under her head. We stared at each other. I scratched my shoulder and shook my head, making a face that let her know I was getting in the bath with or without her.
I grabbed a cigarette from the pack by the vanity and lit it, looking at her again to let her know I was done with her shit. I stepped into the ceramic. My body was sore from her. I descended into the heat of the water, sinking my achy shoulders under, able to take three deep breaths... when the lights cut off.
“What the fuck!?” The hot cigarette wobbled in my mouth.
The bathroom was sparked warm again by her lighter, only this time she held it to the wick of an old candle.
“That’s going to burn out soon," I reminded her, one eye open.
She stepped into the tub facing me, straddling me, and pulled the cigarette from my mouth to take her own drag.
“I love you, you know that?” she blows, more tears falling from her eyes as she tries to crack a crooked smile. “I love you. But I don't think you love me.”
“This shit again," I muttered.
“Will you just love me?” she cries, keeping the cigarette from me like a child's toy.
“I need to feel something, Riot.” She pulled on my dick knowing that it doesn't take long before she gets what she wants.
She always gets what she wants.
I pulled my cigarette back and took a drag feeling the inevitable lust rising between our hips. She gets in my face to breathe in my exhale. Her tears land on my chin and it's colder than the water we're in.
“Open your mouth.” I put the cig out on the side of the bathtub with one hand, grabbing the back of her neck with the other.
I tasted her tears. She melted into me. She poured her soul on mine and it swirled into this old motel bath. Hues of orange bounce off the walls, and mixed with our blues. Her melanin-rich skin, spotted with bruises.
She rode me until the water drained clean from the tub. She pulled on me to sit up with her. I kissed her like a comet was close. The cheap ass dollar store candle burned out, and it smells of burnt wicker and hot wax. It's dark again, and I can barely see but I kiss her mad. Like I hate what her father did to her. I kiss her like I'd kill him myself for all she endured. She's so fucked up because of that motherfucker.
She didn't think I loved her but she never learned what love was. I don't think I could teach her. But I could at least fuck her better than anyone else.
I held her hand and guided her to the bed once again. All she knew was pain. She wanted more of it.
She grabbed the glass that once held the candle. She swirled what was left of the wax as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I studied her curves as she walked toward me. And the freshly healed lacerations on her thighs. Fucking hell.
She handed it to me and turned around. She stuck it out for me, sliding her nail between her teeth. She wagged her ass at me before rubbing it against my dick. My head fell back involuntarily.
Fuck.
I caught my breath. She whimpered and moaned as I poured the hot wax down her back. "Baby."
She was such a fucking adrenaline junkie.
The more I leaned back, I found myself touching a shirt that was on the bed.
"What are you doing?" She asked as I put the shirt on her.
She stammers as I turned her around and lifted her up.
"I love you," I tell her.
Her eyes say she wanted to believe me.
So doe like.
"You want me to take control, right?" I asked her.
A tear fell down her cheek again.
"Please."
I kissed her tears away. "Then let me."
She fell into me again. Our kisses were so deep and sensual you would think we were making love. I walked us to the wall where I slam her against it. Poor neighbors. Probably crack heads in there anyway.
I breathed into her neck, rubbing the head of me against her. I fucked her against that wall until she came, and then I threw her on the bed while she was still trembling. I grabbed her by the shirt and kissed her one more time before tearing it down the collar, clean off. She moaned the whole time I tossed her around. I tied her wrists with it, and pulled her hair back with her arms before telling her how much she was loved.
I don't know if she believes me.
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