Ripped Away And Apart

Kafli 8.

“No” I say simply. 

Max looks at me but he is not believing me, he narrows his eyes at his father. 

“You ever come close to her, I will kill you” he threatens. 

Then he takes my hand and drags me inside but before he slams the door after us, he growls loudly. 

“Everybody leave!” 

When we are inside, he stops with his back to me still holding the door knob. 

“Why wont you just tell me who hurt you?” he asks without looking at me. 

“Why wont you just let me go home?” 

He turns around and looks at me with his emotionless face. He looks so big and so scary but I am not scared of him, if he hits me then he hits me. I don't care. He walks close to me so there are bare inches between us. 

“I promise to hurt the one who hurt you until that person will beg for death” 

I just look up at his face. 

“I would not get hurt like this at home” 

He sighs deeply but then he puts his palms on either side of my face but I flinch away but he just puts them again on my cheeks. 

“You feel this… Why do you want to leave me so badly? What can I give you so you will not want to leave?” 

I am taken aback from those words but his voice does not match them so I choose not to read too much into them. 

“My freedom” 

“No” he snaps, dropping his hands from my face and I miss them already. 

“Then at least give me a phone or a computer or something! I have to talk to my friends or family” 

I looked at me with an annoyed look. 

“You talked to them today so they know you are fine” 

My eyes widened, how did he know? Did the doc rat me out? 

“So nothing, you will give me nothing? Why offer if you will just say no to everything? Why are you so cruel to me? What did I do to deserve this? I wish I never left Iceland, I wish I had just stayed put and never met you” 

I want to go to sleep, I turn around and start to walk towards my room. 

“Where are you going?” he snaps at me. 

I don't stop or look at him. 

“I am tired, I just want to go to sleep” I say and start walking up the stairs but I have to walk weirdly up the stairs. 

I hear him follow me, when I get to my room I just go into bed right away and pull the comforter up to my chin. I hear him lock my door and walk down the hallway again. The next few days I just stay in bed, I don't go to the shower and I don't do anything. I just lay in bed and make up stories in my head that I am home and laughing with my friends. I eat a little of everything he brings, I don't answer him when he asks me about something. I say yes and no in between but I don't say anything else. Max is getting frustrated and I can feel it but I am just more numb with each and every day that passes. My rib is healing nicely but slowly, I have started to take the painkillers the doc gives me but that is just because I don't care anymore if they are poisoning me or something else. 

I wake up one night and I see him sitting on the desk chair looking at me, I stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. When I open the bathroom door again, he is standing in the door frame. 

“You need a shower” he says simply. 

I lift up one eyebrow, I am awake because sleeping all day makes me sleep horribly at night. He takes a step towards me so I take a step back into the bathroom. He steps out of his shoes, he takes off his belt and then he takes off the black shirt he was wearing. I look at him a little scared, what is he doing? Why is he so handsome? Why do I have this huge urge to touch him? I look down his perfect chest to his perfect abs but stop at his pants string. 

“You need a shower” he says again. 

He walks closer to me and I take one step back but then I am stopped by the toilet but I don't look away from him. 

“Max…” I say confused. 

He closes his eyes for a little while, he takes a few deep breaths but then he opens his eyes again and looks at me. 

“You choose how much clothes you have on but you are taking a shower right now” he says with a low collective voice. 

I am not wearing anything but underwear, bra and a T-shirt but I am not taking a shower, I want to go back to bed. 

“Alright, go into the shower” he says calmly. 

“No”

He just smirks a little but then in a quick move, he takes my hips and leads me into the shower and starts it. The ice cold water spills down on the both of us and I scream out. 

“No! No! Max it is cold” 

He leans into me and his bare chest meets me and I feel the heat from him so I move closer to him. After a few seconds the water turns hot and I move away from him again but he just bends down picking up the shampoo bottle. I look at him confused, is he really going to wash my hair? What the hell is with this guy? He takes a lot of shampoo in his palm then he just starts to clean my hair rather harshly and clumsily. He has no idea what he is going so I take his hands in mine and show him how to do it. He catches on rather quickly and I drop my hands again just watching the water run down his body and his pants get really wet. He then puts in the conditioner, I turn around and I show him just to put it in the ends, he really does it good. I turn around again and I see him being very unsure holding the body wash. I have to say that I am enjoying this and though the thought about him washing my body is not that appealing. I however don't want this to end, I take my now soaked T-shirt off and just lift up my hands. His face does not change but he moved his face to the side like to ask me are you sure and I just nod my head. He starts to wash me, starting on my collarbone and then working his way down but watching out not to touch my bruise or any private places. He goes down on his knees when he is washing my thighs and legs, I look down on him, with my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance. He looks up at me and we look eyes. I have to admit that his hands on my bare skin is like someone touching my g-spot and I am very turned on right now. I have this beating urge to kiss him and I am losing my mind. I can not think clearly, I can not remember why I hate him, I don't remember why I was so sad? I don't remember what is going on, I just know that I want him to keep touching me and I want to taste those lips. Max is looking at me, he is not moving, just looking up at me and I start to move down. I bend down and slowly, very lightly brush my lips against his. Every single cell in my body came alive and my mind went blank, I kiss him again a little harder now but still lightly. I feel him kiss me back but just as much as I am kissing him. I break the kiss and for some reason I am out of breath, I put my hands in his hair and I kiss him again now a little hard. He gets up off his knees, wrapping one arm around my waist pulling me closer to him while his other hand is on my cheek. He backs me up a little and my back hits the wall, I gasp a little into the kiss but he just takes the opportunity and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I taste him and he taste amazing, I just want and need more of him… I pull a little on his hair while pushing him closer to me. He breaks the kiss and kisses my cheek, my neck and then my chest. 

“Max..” I moan. 

He is quick to come back to my lips but his hand goes to my crotch, touching my ever so slightly. I moan out in the kiss because I almost came just from him touching me a little. I feel his whole body tense but then he touched me again and I move my hips to meet him. He starts to stoke me outside of my underwear and it feels so good but I am craving him to touch me under them. I move my hips but he does not move his hand, I then bite a little his lower lip and he groans loudly. We start kissing again but he does not go under the underwear so I move my hands down his body to touch him but both his hands are quick to grab mine and put them over my head. So with one hand he is holding both my hands over my head and the other he is torturing me. 

“Max please” I beg him. 

He looks at me and while looking at me he goes under my underwear touching my clit and I moan out loudly the sparks are flying. He does not kiss me again, he goes to my neck and starts to kiss, suck and bite a little. I keep moaning because his finger is magic and his mouth is magic. I c*m very shortly after that because I could not hold it back, I lost the power in my legs and he grabs me holding me up. He turns the shower off and lifts me up bridal style out of the shower putting me on the sink, he starts to dry my hair as well as he knows, then he goes outside and brings back a dress for me but I think he wants me to sleep in it not knowing it is a dress. I put the dress on and then take my underwear off under it. He picks me up again and walks with me to the bed putting me nicely down. 

“Sleep with me” I say while yawning. 

He just looks down at his wet clothes and I just close my eyes. 

“There are some boy shorts in my bag that you can use”

He walks away from me, I hear him go into the bathroom but then in a few seconds I feel the bed shift and he lays down next to me. 

“You will explain to me tomorrow why you have boy shorts in your bag” he says angrily but I just snuggle up against his chest that is so hot that it feels like I am snuggling with a heater or something.