Ana Oliveira Part 5

I don’t even know who undressed whom, but within seconds, he was inside me on the couch, slapping my face with fury repeatedly, leaving me dizzy. That bastard made me cry under his body, being scraped by his immense cock, fucking me without gentleness or caution. While Josiah tried to hurt me with his slaps and bites, I scratched his back until I felt the blood under my nails, biting him on the chest just to lick the area afterward, while he penetrated me.
"I hate you, you son of a bitch!" I moaned when he thrust so deep that I lifted my head, letting out a silent scream.
Josiah sank his teeth into my right breast, making me scream with the way he seemed eager to rip it off. When he let go, it was burning and almost bleeding. There was so much anger in it, in the way we were fucking... Anger was escaping from both of us, and it was good that it hurt, so I’d have the shame to never let him touch me again. I barely paid attention to how my heart was breaking, just focusing on escaping the emotional pain...
"Let Marta know you’re calling her that..." he mocked, turning me around. "But don’t worry, Ana, now I hate you too."
His pounding, while he was hitting my ass, was very painful, but I was so shameless that I came without caring about how he emptied himself inside me, groaning as he filled me with his hot cum, pulling my hair and almost ripping out the strands. Our moans were loud and animalistic, sounding like grunts.
When Josiah finally pulled out of me, I moved away, crawling to the other side of the couch. Josiah stood up, smoothing his hair and breathing heavily as his cock softened. I looked at his face, realizing how I missed that bastard, even though he left me completely hurt with that sex where anger screamed and freed itself.
"Now you’re full of my marks. When Lucah fucks you around this shitty house, you’ll see I sent my regards," he grunted, advancing and grabbing me by the hair, licking my mouth with his mint, cigarette, and beer breath, making me believe he was going to kiss me, and he almost did. We stared into each other’s eyes, close up. And when I tried to take the initiative to press our lips together, Josiah pulled away, looking scared.
He dressed angrily and, before leaving my house, looked at me standing in the doorway.
"Watch out for mixing alcohol with antidepressants, damn it! I know you’ve been forgetting everything after getting drunk with Luana," he warned, leaving the house.
So he knew I had been getting blackout drunk. Who was the gossip? Who was telling him about my life? I threw myself angrily under the shower, feeling my whole body covered in bruises and burning in contact with the water.
After finishing my shower, I collapsed onto the bed, feeling pain in every spot the sheets touched my body. And even though I knew I would regret everything, even though my feelings for him were conflicting, that contact between us filled a bit of the longing I felt. But even though I liked how we freed ourselves from emotional pain through sex, my face was drenched, with tears streaming down my burning cheeks and dripping onto the mattress because that man inside me was not my Josiah. There was no trace of the loving man I fell in love with.
That was a new Jow, transformed by resentment.
I fell asleep crying and woke up to the curtains being dragged along the window tracks, squeaking, and opened my eyes with anger.
"Close that!" I grumbled to Luana, sitting up.
"It’s already three in the afternoon, Ana!" she warned. "And what is this? Did you hook up with him?"
Still adjusting my eyes to the light, I saw my friend noticing all the bite marks on my body. When I looked at the door, Jonas was staring at me, wearing only red boxer briefs, next to Lucah.
I remembered all the details of the previous night, cursing the universe for having the audacity to make me remember every damn second of the mistakes I made the night before. I always forgot things after drinking too much, yet there I was, each damn moment weighing on my head.
"Girl, I can’t believe it..." Jonas said, looking me over. "Did he force himself on you?"
"Of course not!" I denied, shocked as I shook my head.
"Did my brother hit you?" Lucah asked, clenching his fists tightly. He was wearing a pair of loose shorts around his waist, with his hairy, blonde chest exposed.
"No, guys... Many times when she hooks up with Josiah, she ends up looking like she’s been beaten. I don’t know what kind of sex that is..."
"Girl, what a way to go! See, babe, I want to look like that after we fight and make up in bed..." Jonas joked, lightening the situation and making us laugh.
"I lost my dignity," I grumbled, lying down and groaning as I tried to smother myself with the pillow. Why did I let impulsiveness take over and end up at that bar? Every damn detail of the previous night made my heart shatter. I sat up with a jolt, remembering something that made me freeze. "We didn’t use a condom!"
"Ugh... Morning-after pill, urgent! Go buy it, Lucah!" Luana ordered from the window, wearing a light pink babydoll, making him huff but seem to accept the idea.
How could I be so irresponsible? I hadn’t been on birth control for months since I wasn’t having sex with anyone. We were so eager for that moment that we didn’t even think about protection.
"Is it just a matter of going to the pharmacy and asking for it?" Lucah asked, scratching his head, embarrassed. "Protect yourself next time, Ana. You don’t know if my brother has been having unprotected sex with other women."
"There won’t be a next time. But let me go buy the medicine!" I said, getting up and realizing I was only wearing a white lace underwear set. I groaned in pain and sat back down. Wow... Josiah outdid himself with the violence during sex, leaving me completely battered. "Soon..."
"Come on, babe, we’ll handle it and bring the medicine properly so this beauty doesn’t give us nephews before the time..." Jonas whispered an "I love you" as they went out the door. Luana looked at me, judging me from above, as she went to my desk and sat on the chair.
I was startled when I looked at the window in front of her, observing a group of men in work uniforms walking around next to my house.