Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

  Giovanni grabbed a picture frame and threw it at Chad. “Get out!”

  I froze on the couch, unsure of what was coming next. I could feel Giovanni’s anger building even more. He paced and breathed heavily for a few seconds. Then he went into his room and came out dressed, helmet in hand.

  “Where’re you going?” I got to my knees. “Don’t leave now.”

  He ignored me and slammed the door behind himself.

  My eyes opened wide, and I quickly ran after him, “Giovanni! No! Come back!” I cried out in the hallway. He didn’t even turn around, just ran down the stairs. “Please. I’m sorry.”

  I fell to the floor in hysterics when the building’s main door slammed shut. I must have been in that position for a long time. When I heard footsteps, my knees hurt.

  “I’m so sorry, baby,” Chad quietly said as he took my hands in his. “I didn’t mean—”

  “Don’t touch me!” I yelled at him, yanking my hands back. “You’ve done enough.” I put my head in my hands.

  “Let’s go back inside.”

  I looked up. “You gotta go. He’ll kill you if he finds you here.”

  “He left you all alone, baby. What if something happens?”

  I bit my quivering lip. “The door locks.”

  He pulled me to my feet, and I grabbed his arm to steady myself. “You OK?” He lifted my chin. “What happened after I left? Did he hurt you?”

  “No.” I sniffled and slowly walked back to the apartment. Then I groaned at the door. I didn’t have my keys.

  Chad came up behind me. “I got it.” He used his key and opened the door. “He’ll be back, baby. I just know it.” He held the door open for me. “He’s done a lotta stupid things when he was drunk. Believe me. He’s gotta clear his head. He’ll see we didn’t mean to hurt him.”

  “It’s not that simple, Chad.” I walked right to my room and stood in the doorway. “We had sex. It’s gonna be a huge thing, especially to him. It’s hard to explain.” My eyes welled up again, knowing how bad I had hurt Giovanni. “Leave, Chad. Please. You being here will make it so much worse.”

  He hugged me from behind, and I squirmed away from him. “Baby, stop it.”

  “No. You gotta go. Now!”

  He exhaled loudly, and then he reluctantly left. I turned back to the bed Chad and I cheated in. The white stain made my tears come even faster. In a rage, I tore all the bedding off it. When clean sheets were on it again, I cried myself to sleep.

  Chapter 7

  A hand touched my back, and I jumped. Giovanni was standing over me, shirtless and sweaty, looking so sexy. I stared at him, afraid to say the wrong thing.

  He didn’t say a word either, just put out his hand. I took it, and he led me to the bathroom, which I found weird. He looked me in the eye, kissed me and pushed me into the wall. When he stepped back, he pulled off my shirt and kissed me again deeply. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as his kisses got stronger.

  After maybe a minute, he pushed down my pajama pants, which I shoved aside. Next, he pulled a condom out of his pocket and held it between his teeth. Soon, he was naked also with the condom on.

  He pulled my hair again. I started to like it and moaned. Then he lifted me up, spread my legs and shoved my back against the wall, banging my head into it. He looked me in the eye again and kissed me, open-mouthed and with such desire, I forgot why I was upset.

  Suddenly, he rammed his entire length into my pussy in one stroke and growled under his breath, “You whore.”

  I winced and closed my eyes, worried it was only goodbye sex. Was that even a phrase? Then my breath caught in my throat as my body banged into the wall. He hates me?

  He slammed his hips into me harder than ever before, just on the edge of pain. Thankfully, it pulled me out of my thoughts. He grunted with each violent thrust as I held onto his shoulders to keep from banging into the wall again.

  I looked into his eyes and saw only fury, and then he kissed me, forcefully, banging my head into the wall again. “Ow!” I cried out, before moaning as I started to enjoy his roughness.

  He grasped my thighs tighter and spread my legs more. “Hurts, huh?” He pounded me harder several times before driving in as deep as possible, grinding slowly. His voice was soft, yet harsh. “You fucking deserve it.” His lips touched my ear, and a soft groan escaped me. “Now you know how I feel.”

  Tears sprung from my eyes. He was in so much pain, and it was all my fault. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Fuck you,” he growled softly and slammed into me brutally. He smiled down at me while I whimpered with the aching inside me. “That’s it.” He rammed into me again.

  Then he gave me several fast, deep strokes, each brushing my G-spot at just the right angle. My head went back in pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned again. “Giovanni… Damn… Giovanni…” My pitch and volume rose with each mighty thrust. “Giovanni… Oh… Giovanni… Oh God!”

  I screamed and pulled his hair while my pussy contracted around his cock. As I trembled like crazy, he pulled my hair also as he moaned loudly. Then he began hammering his hips into mine so hard, my inner thighs ached. His cock drilled into me so deep, he bumped my cervix each time. It felt so amazing, even with the pain.

  “Oh!” I cried out, as he ground his cock into me even further. His hips swiveled, and I screamed his name. Unconsciously, I clawed at his back with the intensity of my quivering. “Fuck, Giovanni… Oh!” I screamed again, taken by surprise. Back to back, it was unbelievable.

  He started grunting louder, as he pulled out further and slammed back in even harder. I grimaced at the pain while he did it again and again and again. The pain started to create a strange feeling of euphoria. I moaned loudly. Then he squeezed my thighs so hard I yelped, but it still felt good.

  He soon pushed my legs open wider, stretching them beyond their limit. I shut my eyes tightly, blocking out the strain on my muscles. “Take the pain, slut.” He growled and crushed his hips into mine, stroking me up and down. He brushed up against my clit time after time, sending me into a frenzy.

  “That’s it… Oh shit… Giovanni… Oh… Please…” He paused. I looked at him and cried out, “No. Don’t stop. Please!” He smirked and went back to grinding me into rapture. “Yes… Oh… Yes… Just… like… that… Oh God!” I shouted even louder, my voice cracking.

  Then he withdrew from me. I was shocked. He was done? I didn’t feel him cum. Suddenly, without warning, he plowed back into me with such force, I cried out in agony. Yet again, there was that odd pleasure from it.

  “Bitch,” he whispered into my ear. “You fucking cheated on me.”

  He started slamming into me hard, deep and really fast. I clung to him as I quaked within, madly. My tears fell from pleasure and pain at that point, as well as guilt. With each thrust, his hip bones hit into my flesh, and I knew I would feel it for days.

  I closed my eyes again, feeling overwhelming ecstasy inside. It grew and grew until I cried out his name, long and loud. My voice started to sound hoarse as I clung to him. “I can’t… take… anymore… Please.” I sounded like I had a cold.

  He gave me that look. The one that told me I could always take more. It was still laced with anger. His eyes told me how hurt he still was, and I didn’t blame him.

  Suddenly, he took me away from the wall a little and shoved me back against it. “I hate you.” It was less than a whisper.

  I let out a groan, hurting even more, physically. I should have been hurt emotionally as well, but I knew he didn’t mean it somehow. Well, at least not as much as I thought in the beginning.

  Then he moved his hips faster than I ever thought anyone could. Each thrust lasted maybe a second. He was almost growling with each hit.

  I was crying by then; overcome by my emotions and in real pain. He leaned down and licked the tears from my cheeks, and then pressed his lips against mine. The anger faded, finally. His rhythm eased, and I sighed with relief.

  His hips moved more pur
posefully. He shifted his position enough that he was able to stroke my G-spot again. I kept orgasming as the head of his cock slid against that sweet place inside.

  With each spasm, his breathing got a bit faster, and he moaned and gasped in my ear. I closed my eyes and felt his love consume me. I clung to him, my nails piercing his skin. I whimpered while my pussy kept tensing around his dick.

  Our voices came together: “Giovanni…” “Crystal…” “Giovanni…” “Crystal…” Then he plunged into me deeply and grabbed me around the middle. “Oh God!” we both cried out as our bodies tensed.

  I clutched his shoulders hard and cried out again as spasms surged through me. His cock pulsated while he held me closer and sighed. He soon looked at me and silently let me down.

  I watched him throw the condom away. Then he pulled me into the shower with him. I felt the tension dissipate a bit. I knew he felt slightly guilty for causing me pain.

  He washed my hair and body. It was very romantic and intimate. It was also very arousing. When he was done, he leaned down and let me wash his hair. I liked running my fingers through it. He sighed in my ear a few times, obviously liking it too.

  Then I washed his body. His muscles felt even better all soaped up. I leered at him as I ran my hands all over him. I left the best parts for last. I stroked his half-hard cock with soapy hands, and he let out a sigh. I went on to caress and wash his scrotum, massaging each one of his testicles lovingly, drawing a moan from him. I slid my fingers underneath and edged them over that sensitive area.

  He grabbed my shoulders and widened his stance while he moaned again. I used two fingers to rub his asshole. He had liked that before. He let a gasp slip. I smiled, knowing what he liked. I slid my fingers over the opening again. He gripped me harder, and then pulled my hand away. I felt his rock-hard dick against my body before he had me back up.

  I bit my lip as he rinsed his body. I sighed when he ran his hand over his cock and then down to get all the soap off. By the time he was done, I felt like we hadn’t made love in weeks. I was becoming desperately aroused.

  I closed my eyes, trying to stop the feeling. All of a sudden, he lifted me, and my back was against the shower wall. Giovanni looked into my eyes and planted a loving kiss on my lips. Then he slowly pushed his stiff cock into me again.

  It hurt because I was sore, but before he was all the way in, I was writhing in ecstasy. “Giovanni!”

  As he thrust gently, the trembling continued. Gradually he increased his speed, but not the intensity. I clutched him tightly. Within seconds, I leaned my head on him as the shuddering became stronger. I tensed around his cock and screamed as the rapture overtook me.

  Before my mouth closed, Giovanni moaned and quickly pulled out. Then semen splashed on my leg. He looked up and kissed my mouth again, softly.

  Soon he carried me into the bedroom and put me down. He held me tightly for a minute or two. Then he looked into my eyes. He took a deep breath and quickly looked away.

  I touched his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

  He looked down at me and whispered, “So am I.” He brushed my hair back. “I was just so mad. I didn’t mean to hurt you and call you—”

  “Stop.” I put a finger to his lips. “You needed to vent. It’s OK.”

  “I love you,” he softly said. “And—and I forgive you.”

  Tears of joy came to my eyes. “Thank you. I love you too.”

  Giovanni put his hands on my face and kissed my tears, and then my lips. “You’re still everything to me, my love.”

  I closed my eyes, trying to quell the urge to cry harder. Overwhelmed with emotion, I rested my head on his chest. Then I managed, “I don’t wanna live without you.”

  He put a hand on the back of my head and with his other one rubbed my back. “You’ll never have to. I love you way too much. Even when I’m gone, a long time from now, I promise to always be with you. I’ll find a way.”

  His words eased my worry. I didn’t know what I would ever do without him. The few hours that day hurt so badly. When he let me go, I sat on the bed. Still breathless, worn out and in slight pain, I put my hands behind me and leaned back.

  Giovanni knelt in front of me and touched my thighs. “Holy shit. I didn’t mean to hurt you this bad. I’m so sorry.”

  I looked down. I was shocked to see huge marks on my inner thighs. I had never had sex so rough before. Still with a scratchy sound to my voice, I assured him, “It hurt, but in a good way. I would’ve asked you to stop if it was real bad.”

  * * *

  While the vans were loaded that night, Chad and Giovanni ignored each other. I watched them as I leaned on the garage wall. I kept thinking that the band was doomed. How in the world can we keep it together with all the tension?

  Then I shifted my legs and cringed. My pussy ached, and my thighs hurt much more than earlier. I was trying to hide the pain from Chad. I had no idea what he would do if he knew what Giovanni had done to me.

  “Dude, what the fuck’s your problem?” Chris almost shouted when Giovanni threw a wad of cables at him. “What the hell’d I do to you?”

  Giovanni took a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m just in a bad mood.”

  “Well, don’t take it out on me!” Chris shouted.

  “You OK?” Chad suddenly asked me.

  I looked up at him. “Yeah.” He had a cut next to his left eye and a bruise on his left cheek.

  “What’s wrong with your voice?” He touched my shoulder. “And why’re you just standing there? Usually you—”

  “Get the fuck off her!” Giovanni roared.

  Chad backed away quick and went in the house. I was glad he didn’t argue, and I was sure he understood why Giovanni was so pissed off.

  Chris came to me. “What the hell’s going on with Giovanni? Did you guys have a fight?”

  “Kinda. It’ll work itself out, OK?” I hoped I was right.

  He sighed. “It better.”

  In the van on the way to our gig, Giovanni squeezed my leg. “I don’t want you alone with him tonight.”

  “OK.”

  Then he picked up my hand and whispered, “Does it still hurt?”

  “Yes,” I quietly answered.

  He kissed my fingers. “I’m sorry. Really.”

  “What’s with the whispering?” Phil suddenly asked.

  Giovanni pulled his hand away from me. “You don’t need to know.”

  Chapter 8

  The next morning, I lifted my head off Giovanni’s chest and looked up at him. He was watching me sleep. Something he seemed to enjoy. “You’re so beautiful, my love.” He raked my hair with his fingers.

  I rubbed his rough beard, which grew in quickly every day. “You’re a bit scruffy, but cute.”

  “Hey, I thought you liked that about me?”

  “I do. I’m just teasing.” I smiled. “And I’m still amazed I wake up to you every morning.”

  Then it was his turn to smile. “The first time I woke up with you in my arms, I never wanted to let you go. You have no idea how hard it was to not make love to you. I wanted you so bad.”

  I caressed his cheek. Then I ran a finger over the tattoo over his heart. Slowly, I traced the cross that matched his brother Rosario’s. “Did you get this for someone?”

  His body stiffened. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

  “Was it someone you lost?” I didn’t want to drop it yet again. He never answered me when I asked. I looked up at him. His eyes had closed. “This date is before I knew you. Did you know Chad back, and then? I think he said you guys knew each other longer than this.”

  He suddenly turned away from me.

  “I’m sorry.” I slid my hand up his back, and then around to his chest, feeling its strength. “I didn’t mean to upset you, but I’m your girlfriend. You don’t wanna share it with me?”

  “I can’t,” he almost whispered. He was holding back so much pain. I could hear the strain in his voice.

  I lay my head on his shoulder and held
him as close as I could. “I’m here for you when you’re ready.”

  Within seconds, he turned around and hugged me tightly. He buried his mouth in my hair. “I just can’t.” The words were a bit garbled, but I knew he was fighting tears.

  “I won’t push. It’s OK.” I rubbed his back when he started to shake a little.

  It took some time, but after a while, he looked at me. “Thanks for understanding. I’ll tell you one day.”

  “OK.” I kissed his lips.

  He pulled me close again. “Can we talk about something else? Please?”

  “Sure.” I thought for a few seconds. “Is there anything that’s too out there for you sexually?”

  He looked at me and shook his head. “That was some subject change.”

  “Well, is there?”

  “Um, I guess so, but I don’t think you’d be into those things either. I’m pretty open to new stuff, though. I’m sure you have fantasies I don’t know about yet that we can work on.”

  I sighed. “You helped me bring one of them to life.”

  “I know, but I don’t wanna talk about that.”

  “You wouldn’t even consider doing it again?”

  “Chad is not stepping one foot in this bedroom!” he yelled as he lay on his back.

  I closed my eyes, angry for mentioning it. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. I know I hurt you.” A tear fell from my eye.

  “I didn’t mean it that way.” He pulled me up on top of him, and I gasped, feeling pain with the movement. “I just…” He took a deep breath, and began to relax. “I just don’t want his hands on you again.”

  I kissed his lips, trying to hide how much my thighs hurt. “I was thinking about with someone else one day.”

  “It’s too soon to talk about that. I can’t deal with it.”

  “OK. Then why don’t you tell me one of your fantasies? You wouldn’t say a word that day we were all talking about them.”

  He blushed. “You know I can’t do that.”

  “Do you wanna have a threesome with another woman?”