Matilda Wren Read Online Free Page B

up.
    She had only been seeing him for a week and the longer she was waiting, the more paranoia set in. She took one look at his face and her smile dropped away. He looked really pissed off. Something told her she should be quiet and not antagonise him further. She decided not to say anything about him being late. She just reached for her seatbelt and strapped herself in.
    Sean though, had other ideas. He grabbed her legs and shoved his hand between them. She felt his fingers, roughly trying to get inside her knickers. She tried to push him away but he was too strong.
    “Don’t fight me!” He shouted at her, as he pushed his face into hers. “I am not in the mood tonight.”
    His eyes flared wide open and Ginnie could see he was speeding out of his head. She stopped struggling, as he wanted and allowed herself to relax a little.
    “What are you doing?” She heard how meek it sounded.
    She suddenly looked very young and this excited Sean.
    The anger he was feeling earlier was beginning to slowly subside. The two grams of coke he snorted, not ten minutes ago, was also helping. Now, this girl sitting in his car was going to help him further. He needed her to unleash the frustration of his day and he was determined to make that happen.
    “…sshhh… just relax… you will enjoy it more if you keep still and relax.”
    His fingers were still forcefully trying to get underneath her knickers. Ginnie was scared. She silently scolded herself for wearing the short denim skirt.
    “Please… don’t… oh god… please” She whimpered. She knew she couldn’t fight him. He was huge, compared to her small size 8 frame.
    What had happened to make him behave like this? He was certainly not the guy that had charmed her a few days ago. That guy had taken her out for a proper dinner, in a proper restaurant. He had ordered a bottle of wine and poured it into a wine glass for her. He treated her like an adult. He made her feel special and exclusive. He had walked her home and held her hand. He had been nothing but respectful. They hadn’t even kissed.
    She had fought off young boys her age, with their fumbling advances towards her, but nothing to this degree.
    Normally, she only had to push them away but that wasn’t going to work here. Sean wasn’t a teenage boy. He was a man, who obviously had needs and she was going to fulfil them, even if she didn’t want to.
    He was also on something because his eyes were rolling about in the back of his head. Ginnie instinctively knew that she wouldn’t be able to reason with him. She screamed out loud when four of his fingers found their way inside her. She had never felt anything like it.
    It was a fierce, sheering burn, deep between her legs. As he forcefully penetrated her, she felt a warm trickle of fluid run down her legs. She thought she had wet herself. She was scared enough to do so. Sean had felt it too because it caused him to stop and look at his hands.
    She was bleeding. He knew he had been a bit rough but surely he hadn’t been that rough. Had he? Then he realised.
    He smiled and stroked her face.
    “You’re a virgin?” His voice was husky.
    Ginnie nodded while a tear rolled down her cheek.
    Before she knew what was happening, Sean had lay the seat back and was on top of her. He tore off her knickers and ripped open the flimsy blouse she was wearing. He pulled her bra above her breasts and grabbed at her nipples with his teeth.
    He brutally bit and sucked at them, ignoring her screams and pleas of wanting to go home. She had never experienced anything like this before. Although she had spent most of her life in and out of care, she had been one of the rare lucky ones that had managed to survive relatively unscarred.
    She had heard of and known other girls that had fallen prey to ‘the system’ and had been abused by their social workers or foster parents but it had never happened to her.
    She now almost wished that it had. Then, maybe she would know how to handle this