CARINNA.

The music was blaring and my blood was pulsing in time with the beat as I pushed a Long Island Iced Tea across to an already drunk customer at the bar. Grace and Lana were up in the cages tonight, so I was working with a couple of bar backs at the main bar. Halfway through the night the customers slammed us, so Ethan left his normal perch near Gavin to help me throw drinks.

"Yo Carr, you gotta visitor!" He called to me as he moved to swap sides with me, nudging my hip with his and winking at me through his messy brown hair.

I turned just in time to lock eyes with Matt, who was looking as gorgeous as ever with his hazel eyes reflecting the laser lights. "Hey!" I offered him a bright genuine smile and leaned forward onto the bar, resting on my forearms. "My shift ends in like..." I glanced at the little clock on the bar computer. "...half an hour." We had a "date", if that's what you'd call going over to a party at his house, after I got off work. I gestured down to my outfit and smirked. "This work, or should I change?"

He looked me over, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully and suggestively. "Hell no, you look great babe!" I laughed and he gestured over to the guys who were sitting near Grace's cage, watching her. I could tell Jimmy was teasing Brian, because they kept yelling at each other with Johnny cackling and throwing back his shot. "I'll be with the guys. Let me know when you're ready to head out!"

I nodded and watched him walk back out into the crowd. Suddenly, a pair of tattooed fingers snapped together in front of my face, shocking me out of my daze. "Earth to Carinna! What the fuck, girl? These customers are like animals! Don't fall out on me!" I laughed and pushed Ethan playfully, returning to my post.

MATT.

Who the fuck was this guy, and why was he all over her? I sat at the table with Brian, watching Carinna and the other bartender. I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Wasn't he friends with the owner, or something?

The minutes ticked by faster than I realized, and before I knew it, Carinna was sashaying her way through the crowd. I felt her thin arms wrap around my neck and I smiled as I felt her plant her soft lips on my ear lobe. "Hey honey, I'm ready whenever you are." I smirked and turned around, pulling her to me to kiss her properly, letting my hand fall to her ass. She squealed, laughing against my mouth, and I stood up with her.

"Yo, guys, you ready to head out?!" They all nodded and I watched Brian walk over to Grace's cage to yell something up to her. She crouched down sexily in front of him, holding the cage like some porn star prisoner, and nodded, waving over to Carinna and blowing her a kiss. Now that was something I'd like to watch, but not tonight. Tonight she was mine.
I wrapped my arm around her waist possessively and led her out of the club, my eyes darkening with the lustful thoughts swimming around in my head.

CARINNA.

Matt led me into the house, the music already in full swing. Zacky had apparently set everything up and started entertaining the guests before we even left the club. I walked around the room, Matt's arm still cradling me protectively to him, and was introduced to several friends, including the Berry brothers, Dan, and a handful of other important people, before he led me into the kitchen for a drink. I looked around his house with wide eyes, still in shock that I was standing in the house of a famous rock star.

"You're house is gorgeous!" I yelled a little too loudly in the slightly quieter kitchen, earning giggles from a few drunk girls that were scooping jello shots into their mouths near the sink.

He chuckled, pouring me a shot of Jack Daniels and handing it to me. "Thanks, babe." He downed his shot quickly, refilling both of our glasses.

I accepted my glass, arching an eyebrow and smirking at him, giving him my best "come hither" look. "Why, Mr. Sanders, are you trying to get me drunk?" I tossed my shot back, handing it back to him while I wiped at my chin, catching some of the liquor that was dribbling down my chin.

He winked at me, his eyes sparkling mischievously, handing me a slightly bigger shot than before. "Maybe I am. You don't seem to be protesting too much." He watched me take the shot, having to swallow twice to get the double down.

I shrugged, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. I had already had a few shots at the bar with Ethan and some customers, and I was quickly feeling the pleasant lightheadedness from the drinks that Matt was supplying me with. "Nope!"

He laughed, setting his glass down and stepping closer, backing me into the crook of the counter's corner, placing his large hands on the smooth granite surface and leaning his face in. I absently pushed my glass onto the counter next to me, barely noticing whether or not it managed to stay there, and leaned in to accept the kiss. Once again, that primal hunger awoke deep in my body, and I moaned deeply into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Without hesitation, he scooped me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles at the small of his back without breaking the kiss. I felt him walk, not knowing or caring where he was taking me, so long as he didn't let me go. I felt him reach around, turning a door knob and pushing a door knob, before moving into the room and kicking the door shut behind him. The music seemed to immediately grow fainter and he broke the kiss long enough to drop me back onto his bed, a gorgeous black satin covered California king.

He climbed up on the bed, hovering over me as he dipped his head to continue our kiss. I wrapped my arms up around his neck, running my fingers into his hair. Suddenly, I felt his hands moving up underneath my top, and I moaned into his mouth, trying to break the kiss. "Matt..." My words were muffled against his lips, and I turned my head away from him, trying to grab his hand. "Matt, wait..."

He gripped my wrist in his much larger hand and pushed it over my head, holding it against the bed and kept kissing and biting at my neck, his other hand massaging my breast roughly under my top, squeezing and groping until it hurt. I gasped as he bit down on my shoulder, and tried to push him off of me with my free hand. "Matt, stop."

He jerked up, his eyes smoldering and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into a heap on the bedroom floor. I stared at him, afraid of him and the savage look he was giving me as he leaned down to continue his assault at my neck. I shook my head, trying to wriggle out from under him, but when he refused to take the hint, I reached out and slapped him, the force jarring his head to the side. "I said stop."

He reached up and rubbed his cheek, still looking away from me. "Carinna..." He sighed before turning his full attention back to me, sneering. "Don't be fucking stupid."

I gulped, my eyes widening as I watched him unclasp his belt, sliding it out of his belt loops in one smooth motion, before moving to the button of his jeans. I shook my head, refusing to believe what I was seeing, and struggled underneath him. "Matt, what the fu-"

Before the word could full leave my mouth, I felt his hand connect with my face, returning my slap with devastating force. I could have sworn I tasted blood in mouth as I abruptly quit struggling. He calmly continued to unbutton his jeans, standing up at the foot of the bed so that he could slide them off. "Baby, what did you think was going to happen?" He smiled down at me maliciously, gripping my ankle with one hand while the other pulled my shoes off of my feet before I could do any damage with the heels. "Did you think I was going to be okay with just a kiss?" My leggings came next, as well as my panties.

I was still stunned by the slap, until I noticed him pushing his boxers down to reveal his massive member, throbbing and ready. I could feel a scream building in my throat as I flipped my body over, attempting to claw my way up the bed. I felt his hand lock on my arm, and out of pure reflex, I threw my free fist into his jaw, barely fazing him as he jerked me to him, his hand clamped down in a bone crushing grip. "Bad move." He smashed his mouth to mine, his tongue demanding entrance, which I obliged upon whimpering when he snatched my hair with his other hand. I could feel tears dripping down my cheeks as he threw me back onto the bed, climbing back on top of me.

I shook my head, gripping his arms. "Please don't do this," I pleaded with him, my voice shaking.

He laughed, positioning himself between my legs and moving a finger to my entrance, running it up and down my dripping slit. "Don't do what?" He pushed his finger into me, watching my face as a small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. "This?" He crooked his finger, flicking the tip quickly over my sensitive area deep inside of me, causing my body to writhe, both in pleasure and in the attempt to move away from him. He tutted, pulling his finger out of me and, without so much as a warning, shoved the length of his erection deep inside of me, cocking his head to the side and smugly watching the mixture of pain and pleasure in my eyes. "Or this?"

The tears continued streaming down my face as he rocked his body in and out of mine, the force of his thrusts bringing a string of gasps and moans tumbling from my mouth. I gripped his forearms, digging my nails into his inked flesh, and shook my head back and forth. I didn't want to enjoy this. I didn't want to feel my body squeezing around him in response to the unwelcome pleasure. I tried pushing him off of me again, but only succeeded in having my hands trapped above my head in his hand as he thrust harder and deeper into me.

"Fuck, Carinna, you're so god damn tight," he grunted, staring into my eyes with a gaze so intense that I could swear he could see right into my soul.

I moaned again, the pleasure building regardless of my situation, and I could feel my walls tightening around his thick member, my body begging for release.

"Come on baby, give it to me..." he whispered, draping his large body over mine and quickening his pace.

I shuddered from his overwhelming presence and faster movements, my pleasure spilling over and my electrifying my body. I cried out, my walls clamping down around him, forcing him to lose his rhythm.

"Fuuuuuuck!" He grunted as I screamed, biting his shoulder. He came, forcing his orgasm deeper and deeper inside of me before slowing to a stop. He collapsed on top of me for a few moments before rolling off of me, pulling me against his side.

I'm not sure if I was breathing or not as I froze against his body. The tears had stopped, leaving my eyes dry and my body numb. Did this really just happen? What the fuck was this? I waited for as long as I dared before attempting to move, gasping as his arm tightened around my waist.

"Where are you going?" He mumbled pulling me closer to him as he rolled onto his side, burying his face into my hair.

I shook my head, my voice sounding incredibly small. "Nowhere..."

Notes

It was a little shorter than what I had originally planned, but my fiance just walked through the door begging to be snuggled after his Black Friday nightmare as a salesman. LOL.

Triggers will starting appearing more and more throughout the story, beginning with this chapter. I do not condone rape or abuse of any kind, and as a victim of it, I can only hope to shed light on the struggles that abuse victims face. This is, in no way, glamorizing the trauma.

Hope you guys enjoy, though! Feedback is great!