Chapter 20: The Makeup Table

I crossed the room and picked up the chair the makeup table had knocked over. My brushes and bottles were scattered across the floor and the surface of the table. I started putting them back in place, my hands shaking. The memory of what had happened there hit me hard enough that I had to stop and grip the edge of the table for a second.

I had gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. When I came out of the bathroom, Ryan was awake. He had grabbed me before I could get back to the bed. He had kissed me hard, one hand in my hair, the other grabbing my ass. “You’re so sexy,” he had said against my mouth. “So beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.” Then he had swept everything off the table with one arm. The sound of bottles and brushes hitting the floor had been loud in the quiet room. He had turned me around, bent me over the table, and pushed into me from behind before I could catch my breath.

I had held onto the edges of the table for dear life. The angle had been deep and rough. Every thrust had rocked the table against the wall. “Hold on,” he had said. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.” I had cum twice like that, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying not to scream. Then he had done something I had never let anyone do.