Auto

8

As Frankie's due date drew closer, Auto started to panic.

“Someone needs to stay with you, Babydoll.”

“I'm fine!”

“I'm staying.”

“I just need to know that you and the beans are fine.”

Grim volunteered, his eyes on Tonya.

“Then its settled. Can we go to bed now?”

“You're sleeping by yourself tonight,” Frankie ordered.

Auto grinned. “Get yo ass to bed.”

Tonya opened her mouth to reject but was silenced by Grim.

“Tonya.”

Tonya said no more, and Frankie just resigned to go to sleep.

They said their good nights and went to their individual rooms.

Tonya didn't get a choice to flee like she planned. It had been weeks since their first encounter and after that, he really only played with her body. He never f****d her.

But by the looks of it, that was about to change.

“Come here,” He gritted his teeth.

Tonya nervously approached him.

“What the f**k you do want, Tonya. You want me to f**k you?”

“I was kinda hoping yeah.”

“Calm your tone, little girl.”

“Really? If I'm a little girl what does that make you?”

“Don't get f*****g smart with me, I didn't f**k you for a reason, you're too young.”

“I'm twenty years old!”

“Mentally, you're not!”

Scoffing she nodded. “Right. Uh, the door is behind you.”

“What does that mean.”

“It means use it and leave.”

“Wh—”

“Listen, we've been playing games for weeks. Game over. You don't want me, okay. It's a crying shame but I'm sure I'll get over in time. It's done, Grim. We are not in any relationship, so you do think you get to act like we are.”

“J—”

“What do you want? You don't want to f**k me you just wanna boss me around, does that make you happy?”

She ignored him then, getting ready for bed as stood there like an ornament.

“If you're gonna watch me like a creep, can you at least turn off my light?”

“You wanted—”

“All I have want right now is for you to leave me alone. That's all i want right now.”

Grim gritted his teeth, stalking out of the room, cutting the light off.

He tried to sort through his memory, and find out where he got thrown in the doghouse. They were fine yesterday.

Now, she wants to be alone. All because he wouldn't f**k her. This little stupid temper tantrum because he didn't give his d**k.

Fine. She wants it she'll get it.

Storming back into the room, he shut and locked the door behind him, not bothering with the light.

“What do you want now?”

Silently, he undressed. He was angry and confused. Mostly at himself.

But that didn't matter.

Tonya sat up at the sound of rustling clothes. Her brow furrowed.

“You're not cuddling me.”

She could hear his soft breathes, but couldn't see him, to hear him and it unnerved her.

“What the f**k is going on?”

Grim straddled her, keeping his weight off her.

“You want it, I'll give it to you.”

The words were so soft she barely heard them but felt his stubble against he skin as peppered small kisses on her neck.

“Grim, stop.”

He kissed her, not letting her speak. His hands traced her curves once and yuen he started ripping off her clothing.

Tonya was becoming frantic. She didn't feel comfortable. She would've been fine if he'd come in and given some warning, she wanted him after all.

But the way he came in like a thief in the night, scared her.

He was scaring her.

Grim was oblivious. In his mind, if not f*****g her made her mad, he'd f**k her and everything would be okay.

“Grim!”

“Tommy. I hate when you call me Grim.”

Her body felt bare, the coldness of the room getting to her.

“Stop, Grim. Now.”

He licked her throat sensually, grinding against her. Her head flew back with a moan.

“No—” He positioned his huge c**k at her slit. “Wait—wait!”

He slammed into her, f*****g her ruthlessly. Tonya was blinded by pain. Even as his mouth sucked on her t**s, the pain of his forced entry was too much, he was too much.

He lay soft kisses occasionally, not bothering to talk to her. The room was dead silent except for the sound of his balls slapping against her flesh.

She closed her eyes, but she couldn't escape the wet sound of him f*****g her against her will and her liking it. She felt sick.

Of course, she didn't try to fight. She'd only hurt herself, he was entirely too strong.

She closed her eyes, trying not to cry until her s*x started to clench.

“No, no no no no no no please!”

He rubbed her c**t forcing her orgasm making her sob.

Only moments later he came inside her, collapsing against her, careful not to crush her, but keeping his head on her breast.

She stared at the ceiling in the dark, crying as he slept soundly.

★

Grim groaned, snuggling into the warm comfort of her breast.

Frowning, he groaned again at the stiffness of her body. Getting up, he faced her, sleep fleeing at the sight of her blankly staring at the ceiling. Her eyes red she hadn't slept.

What happened last night? He didn't drink, but he couldn't remember—

Shit.

“f**k, I didn't hurt you did I ?”

Tonya didn't speak, never moving her gaze from the ceiling. Her face had streaks of dried tears.

What happened?

“Tonya, what happened?”

She didn't speak. “Tonya?”

Getting off her, he looked down.

“s**t!” His mind could not equate it, but apparently—

He didn't—

What happened?!

He didn't understand. He wouldn't do this. He would never do that. To anyone. Definitely. He knew how that felt.

He wouldn't do that. What happened.

He kept trying to remember, but the last thing he remembered was him agreeing to stay home with them, and they said good night. She was mad. He was gonna try talking to her. He went into her room, they argued, then he left. She asked him to leave so he left. After that?

Blank. Completely blank.

“s**t!” He roared again, his fists slammed into the wall. His eyes blurred in pure frustration.

“I'm sorry. Trust me I know it doesn't help, but I'm so sorry. I—”

He didn't have an excuse. There was no excuse. What—

“I'm sorry.”

He stumbled out of the room. It was locked. He never locked doors with other people. Ever. He remembered—

What happened?

Auto flew downstairs, the commotion alerting him. Frankie was on his tail.

“What the hell is going on?” Grim didn't look back didn't answer he stood facing the front door.

Frankie rushed into her sister's room. Auto was about to talk to Grim, but Frankie's scream distracted him. Rushing to her side, he took stock of the scene.

What? He knew Grim. He wouldn't. Obviously, he would...

Auto rushed back outside, turning his friend around and pounding his face. He didn't even attempt to fight back.

Auto frowned pulling back to look at him. His friend looked at him bruised, tears streaming down his face. Grim didn't cry hadn't since he was six.

But there he was, his eyes wide and pleading as he shook his head.

“What happened?”