WEAK Part Three: A Thornhill Road Romance

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Author: Drew Sinclair
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sting of the shredding fabric was exhilarating.
He stuffing the remains into his pocket and then he was right there
on me, between my legs, cupping me with one big selfish hand -
palming me, owning me.
    "I'm going to fuck you now like you've never
been fucked before you little bitch."
    "Big promise Medici, let's see you can live
up to it you fucking asshole."
    I hissed the words at him but I knew he could
do it. Only he had the confidence to say that, mean it, and make it
come true.
    We ignored the pounding at the door while
Vincent pushed the fingers of one hand inside me, pulled me back
towards him with the other and then pressed that huge, bulging dick
of his against my ass.
    "Go away." I shouted at the door. "We're not
open yet."
    "Whoever the hell you are, get the fuck out
of here. Bar will open later." Vincent added. The abandon was
intoxicating. We didn’t care and the whole world could go to
hell.
    "I'm coming in there. Vicky, who the hell is
in there with you?"
    Except for William Hyde.
    "Oh shit - that's him." I began pushing away
from Vincent but he held me tightly. God how I didn’t want him to
ever let go but he had to release me or I would have to make him
let go. "Get away from me Medici," I shouted, "that's Will, that's
my boyfriend. This is his bar."
    "Fuck him. Fuck this." Vincent shouted. He
let me go, cursing, and began to straighten himself up. I knew it
wasn't fair to do that to him but to not do it would have been even
less fair to Will.
    I couldn’t believe what I had become. I
couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into with Vincent Medici,
yet again .
    By the time Will had unlocked the door and
let himself in we were semi-decent again, but only a blind man
would have doubted what had been going on.
    Will stood half way between the doorway and
the spot where Vincent and I stood next to the pool table. I had
never seen the man look so angry and upset and he was absolutely
right. My heart went out to him but I knew words could never make
this right, not in a million years. He deserved far better than
this and I swore to myself that I would make it up to him somehow
if it took me the rest of my life to do it.
    "Who the fuck is this guy?" He said. "Was he…
was he hurting you?"
    I wished to God I could have said yes to that
question. It would have been so much easier to be the victim in all
this instead of the loose woman who was causing everyone else so
much pain with her stupid, irresponsible actions, but that was not
the case. It had never been the case and if I was honest with
myself I could see that from the very beginning of all this it had
been me who had provoked, teased, head-fucked and thought only of
her own pleasure right up until the last few moments.
    I wanted the world to swallow me whole and
erase every trace of me from the surface of the earth.
    "I'm not hurting her." Vincent said. The
bastard sounded so calm already. How he managed to do that I'll
never know. "And you've got some explaining to do Mr. Hyde."
    "Me? I've got some explaining to do?"
He marched up to Vincent getting right into his face. Will was no
stranger to getting physical with his background in bar work and
security but Vincent didn’t back down one inch. In fact, he looked
totally un-intimidated. He was a little taller than Will, more buff
and athletic, but Will was way stockier and heavier. I couldn't see
the Manhattan venture capitalist coming out on top in a
Shillington, Ohio bar room brawl.
    I didn’t want to find out.
    "Stop this Will, this is all my fault."
    He ignored me.
    "How about you explain to me what the
hell those are?"
    Will was nose to nose with Vincent as he
pointed to the floor between us. I followed the line from his
finger down to the ground and I wanted to cry. I felt nauseous and
weak.
    Vincent stooped immediately to pick them
up.
    "Those are mine." He said, the tiny crumpled
bundle of pink satin and black lace disappearing into his hand.
    "Like hell they are." Will grabbed his arm
and

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