Stole My heart

Tanya’s POV

Well, I never thought I’d end up like this.

Awake, naked, on a soft woollen bed that isn’t mine, and wrapped in the arms of a terribly handsome stranger that I absolutely do not recognize. As if that isn’t bad enough, I have no memory of what happened the previous night.

I shut my eyes for a few seconds, hoping, praying, that I’m dreaming. But I open them again, only to be faced with a pair of icy blue eyes, and I scream.

I have no idea who the man is or how I got to the room. All I know is that the previous day was my eighteenth birthday. And just like everything else in my life, it was a total nightmare.

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One day earlier

“Fuck me, Brandon! Yeah, baby, that’s it!”

I was standing in the doorway of my boyfriend’s room. We’d been dating for years, and yet… I was not the woman in the bed that he was pounding senselessly. The horror encompassing me at this moment contrasted starkly with how I felt this morning.

I woke with an elated buzz in my system. Even if no one cared but me, I deserved to enjoy the day. After all, turning eighteen was a major milestone.

To my surprise, my boss at the perfume shop let me leave work early as a birthday present. And with a heart soaring with excitement, I made my way to my boyfriend Brandon’s house.

Brandon was the only person in my life who had shown me love and care despite what others thought of me. I trusted him, and in a matter of seconds, that illusion disastrously shattered into a million pieces.

Nothing could blind my eyes to the awful visual I was exposed to. They were both stark naked and had their backs to me. The girl was on all fours, hands clutching the bedsheet, whilst Brandon was situated behind her, panting like a hungry dog as he thrusted into her.

“You like that? Tell me you like that.” he said in a voice that was ravenous.

“Yes baby. Fuck yes. Harder baby! Faster!” the girl’s plead only edged Brandon to ramp up the speed, griping her at the waist to smash himself against her with a frenzied quickness. “God-you. You feel- so damn good!” she said erratically, trying to speak as her body jerked in motion to Brandon’s pounding.

And then, as if he wasn’t close enough, he threw himself forward. His large hand found the back of her head, smushing her face into the pillow whilst he humped her wildly.

“Fuck I’m close!” with each second his manly grunts grew into wolfish growls as his body got ready to explode in release. Whilst beneath him the girl’s feminine moans morphed into screams of pleasure, loud and high pitched, even when muffled by the pillow she’s shoved into. Together they hit peak and made the bed rock like a boat swaying to rough seas.

I didn’t know what snapped me out of my frozen state of shock, but just as they slumped down, I found the courage to scream. “How could you Brandon!”

He looked startled as his sweaty face whipped round to face me. But I didn’t dare wait for his response. I fled, rushing out of the house, only barely catching a glimpse of the girl in his arms, and too heartbroken to care her face.