Chapter 48: Chapter 48

: Stone Hearts

WARNING!

He pulled away from her, pushing her back, his arms brushing against his lips to removed whatever mark she had left on him.

"What is wrong with you?!" he yelled. "What?! Now I can't even use the toilet in peace?!" he asked, still shouting.

His heart was racing in extreme shock of the moment. To think he had thought the day was going on so great, only to be hit with this crap.

"Why can't you just let me be?!" he asked, his hard eyes resting on her.

"Believe me I've tried, " Bree began, excitement feeling her every nerve at he thrill of it all, " but I can't forget you, I just want you right now, I want you to touch me," she said, she bit her lip before jumping on him,  her lips attacking him once more, determined to have her way this time round.

He tried to pull her down but she was clenched to him like a black jack. She was kissing him rapidly.

He moved across the bathroom with her still rapped around him. he couldn't break free.

He touched her thighs and she shuddered as he groped her waist as they bumped into the sink, pulling her down with one hard pull so she sat on the sink. He pulled out from her fists and  backed away gasping for air, rubbing his lips clean.

Completely shocked at what just happened. He pushed his back to the wall staggering and breathing out heavily.

Bree sat there on the sink putting one leg over the other smiling and licking her lips.

He looked at her shock, horror gripping his every nerve as he realised the kind of woman that was before him, he needed to escape, "I don't want you near me!" he yelled,  staggering toward the door. He tried opening it but it was locked.

He turned around and looked at her. She was staring at him intently, then she laughed.

Then her expression suddenly changed, to something more serious, "I tried the easy way with you but it seems you don't want to, you just want to see me get ugly," she said, a wicked smirk folding a cross her fingers as she twirled the key between her fingers.

"Give it to me," Justin ordered, his back still against the door.

Bree laughed, clearly amused.

"Give it to me and I'll- I'll forget about this, I'll erase all of it, "

"That's just it, can't you see Justin?" She hummed, kissing the key, " I can't. I can't forget about you. I'm hooked on you. When I see you all these emotions fill up inside me, and I want you like crazy," she said, biting her bottom lip in a sexy manner.

Justin turned back to the door, "Bree can't you see how wrong this is? We can't do this. I don't care how you feel, I don't, I don't l just want this nightmare to end!" he said turning around looking at her angrily.

Here scowled at him, then ripped the gown she had over her  bikini body.

Justin watched shocked.

She ruffled up her hair so she  looked all messed up.

"what are you doing?" Justin asked, slowly as he watched her.

"This is how it's going to work, you either do what I want or I scream rape, "

Justin looked at her shocked, then let out an amused snort "they would never believe you," he finally manged to say.

"I would like to bet on that. Who do you think Robins going to believe? His adopted son or his wife who has been with him for more than half his life. Who do you think he loves more? Who do you think he trusts?"

Justin remembered what his father had told Bree just a few hours ago. How he loved her more than anything else in the world.

He looked at her speechless.

"Who do you think he will believe justin? you? I highly doubt that. When I run out of here crying with my gown torn up my hair messed up into his arms, they'll believe me. Especially when I tell them it isn't the first time," she said smiling wickedly.

"You can't do that," he said lowly, trying to patch everything up in his head.

"I wouldn't bet on it darling, and to back up my story, I'll show them the security footage, which I have," she said smiling, " it shows everything you did, how you held me down.." She trailed off.

Justin's heart thumped loudly.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked slowly lowering his head his hands that we're shaking uncontrollably.

Bree smiled, placing the key back into her bra, standing up from the sink and moving toward him.

"Simple, You. Turn. Me.  On," she said kissing him. Justin felt weak and disgusted, a nauseating feeling stormed within him as his body filled him up with doubts and regret and weakness.

She trailed her fingers down his body, down to his six pack kissing him faster.

Then went back up to his face. He was staring at nothing, heart beating faster with each moment wondering what the hell he done to be here right now

She tilted his chin so he faced her then pulled him back to the sink.

She kissed him again knowing she had won, her hands trailed down to his shorts.

"Bree, " Justin called out softly.

She looked at him,

"please don't make me" he whispered.

She smiled standing before him, her arms wrapped around his neck, as she started into his breaking eyes, "it will be quick," she said standing on her tip toes, she kissed his ear, twirling his life between her tongue,  then whispering in his ear, "take me," she said.

Justin closed his eyes. He had done this before right? He had been in this situation before. In the mansion, with the girl, and a mask.

Once again, he didn't have a choice.

It would be over in a second.

His eyes looked up to the closed door, locking himself deep inside him.

He was a fool to think things had changed.

He would always be a monster, he would always be that.

With very thrust he hate himself, more angry at the world. Every time she groaned he would break a little inside him, knowing what type of a person he was.

Justin changed that day. Something in him broke, he would finish it and forget and move on or so he thought but this had done it for him. He was officially broken.

And no no one was there to see.

***

An hour later Bree came out of the bathroom all smiled breathing restless. She felt happy and overjoyed feeling fully handled. Kissing him good bye.

Justin was left standing there alone watching his dreaded reflection in the mirror. It accused him of  the crime he had just committed.  It replayed every crime he had ever done.

It told him, even though he was there, he was just like it. Trapped between the surface.

He stared at himself in the mirror again. then he broke down crying like mad man, tears rushed down his face in grief, hands shaking, eyes reddening with every second.

He cried his heart out.

Those were the last tears he would ever drop-with his freshly turned stone cold heart.