Hey All!

One advise : If you have read the last chapter a while ago, please read it before this - atleast the end part.

Enjoy!

Larissa's POV

I gave a quick good night hug to Liam for dropping me off home. He asked me a couple questions to check up on me, I replied quickly even though my head had been somewhere else the entire car ride.

My head was throbbing and my insides wanted to scream. Scream like noone is listening, kill like there's no punishment. All I wanted to do was damage!

I walked inside the house thinking no one is at home as Calen had mentioned he was outside in his texts. However, as soon as I moved closer to the main door, I heard the sound of loud music coming from upstairs.

Is he here?

Infuriated as hell, I clambered up. My entire body remained high on adrenaline. I had my palm scrunched in fist ready to break him or his door.

I banged hard on his closed door but received no response. The music had gotten louder that made me mad as fuck!

"Open the door!" I banged twice again

When no received no response, I kicked his door with a complete intention of breaking it. I had this very clear in my mind that if I don't get any response, I would even get either a hammer or a log to break that ugliest door in the world!

"You fucking moron! Bastard! Open the door! Bloody scared bitch!" I shouted up from my lungs.

God! How can someone make me this mad?!

"Open this!!!!" I screamed and banged his door and was on the verge of a fit when finally his door clicked, the lock loosened and a shirtless Calen appeared in front my eyes with a very small circular white bandage pasted on a side of his bottom lip.

His face was red and his entire body appeared sweaty. The loud noise coming out from his room was deafening.

I could feel the vein on my forehead pulping up and down. I was so mad and hurt to see him that suddenly I had forgotten the purpose of my crazy visit.

He walked inside his room with a dead pan look on his face and thank heavens that he cared to mute the music a bit.

He didn't turn and I had frozen on my spot too - looking at his back from outside of his room. The music had lowered down and suddenly him and his entire surrounding appeared alien and unfamiliar to me.

I felt heat radiating through my body due to all the tension from the start of Today.

I breathed in and out once to muster up the courage required to deal with him. Finally I whispered, "How could you?"

I thought he had not heard me because of the music, however I was refuted when he spoke out after shutting his complete music system down. "How could I what?" He spoke and turned around to face me.

I gritted me teeth, just to avoid breaking out. "How dare you!"

I spoke firmly and walked inside his room looking straight in his eyes to look for any bits of regret.

But all I got was a cold stare.

"Tell me" I demanded.

He kept looking back at me with a hard, unloving and uncaring emotion that roiled and maddened me to no end.

I moved closer to him. In the past, sometimes even meanly but he had always spoken or approached me. Today, his silence was eating up my insides.

I knew I was almost on the brink of tears. I knew that he would see me as weak if I cried today - so I held my head high, ready to confront.

My breath was coming out shallow and my heartbeat was way high than what is considered normal. He kept looking down at me and when minutes passed and he realized that I wasn't going anywhere a mask shifted off his face and he appeared mad.

Good that he is mad because I was infuriated.

"Get the fuck out of my room" he snarled

"You wish!"

His jaw clenched and in a second he grabbed my arm and forced me out of his room. I pinched and dug my nails into his biceps that he groaned and left my arm.

"Don't you dare touch me!" I was insanely angry. Angry that he didn't look at me in the entire match, that he didn't stop Tim from bringing me to the ground, for slut shaming me and now to manhandle me.

His face had turned red and I could see a nerve pulsing in his neck.

"You wish!" He gritted his teeth, came closer and pushed me on the back of the wall adjacent to his bed.

Our breath rate was high, body perspiring, emotions high on anger and hurt but still my body vibrated at his touch.

"You fucking wish I don't touch you!" He grabbed my hair and gave a tight pull. I yelped.

"Leave me!!" I screamed and scratched his entire shoulder.

"Fuck!" He shouted and moved to pin both  of my hands up against the wall while his lower part of the body pinned mine.

I was wearing skirt and as soon as his abdomen touched mine, I felt him. Hard and Wanting.

"Don't be so surprised" he said while his eyes still reflected a combination of heat and anger.

"You called me a slut. What does that make you - a whore?"

His nostrils flared and he hissed, "You just wish I don't fuck you even when I know how desperate you are for me to slide inside you"

God..

My nipples tightened and my entire core loosened to fit him inside, but I had to stop that torture.

"Get away" My voice came out husky against my will.

"You didn't even come to see me during the match today" he said and hell he sounded hurt and defeated.

"Why would you need me when you had Charlotte wrapped around you in between the game?"

His brows scrunched hearing that - "How do you...?"

His sentence trailed off and his anger clearly seemed subsided in a snap when he realized I did come to see him during the match today but returned from afar on seeing his bitch.

"God... tell me I don't need to resist you in this moment."

Lost in him and his slow grinds at my perfect spot, I replied "Do me before I change my mind"

"God.. I want to bury inside you so fucking much" his fingers wrapped around the inside of my thighs and touched me outside the panties.

"God!" I screamed when his fingers broke through my panty and found themselves home inside me.

"Soaked" his voice sounded proud and in the next moment his hand left my pinned arms and landed on my bulged strapless top.

"Look at these" he looked lost and out of control. His fingers peeled down my top to display my strapless bra.

He took no second and peeled everything out my body and was on his knees soaking me dry.

I moaned like I didn't care and grabbed and pushed myself in him. He pushed and pulled his fingers, tongue in and out of me - driving me crazy and making me realise how well he knows it.

He stood up, wrapped my one leg around his hip and pushed himself inside in one effortless shot.

"Fuck!" We both moaned together lost in bliss.

It was the most intense, hot and wild thing that had experienced ever in my life.

I came first followed by him.

He brought his forehead on mine, both of us catching our breath.

He was smelling of sweat, sex and his own self that was driving me insane again but before I let my body lose against him once more, I removed his hands off me smoothly.

"Don't" his voice came out firm and assured.

To be continued..

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