Chapter 3 Flynn

He flung the door to his bedroom open and threw his bag on the made bed. His trip was a disaster.

Why would she go on a trip with him knowing she would be on her period. Then there was that blasted storm!

Fuck!

Spent all that money and time for nothing. She was in too much of a bad mood to even give him a blowjob. Now he was all horny.

Battling with his tie, he stumbled into the bathroom and threw himself in the tub, clothes and all. Letting the water run with him in it. He sighed as the warm water crept up his jet lagged body.

He reached for his belt then lowered his hand to the bulge in his pants.

Where the fuck was Ava!

Like he'd cast a spell, he heard the front door open and sat up. He quickly took off his wet clothes and waited for her to reach the bedroom. Soon he heard her footsteps and the bedroom door open then a pause.

"Flynn?" her voice called out for him

"Here" he grunted and she headed into the bathroom where she found him naked in the bathtub with his clothes dripping all over the floor.

"I thought you wouldn't be back until Tuesday next week" she said cautiously, staying just inside the door.

"Plans changed" he huffs "The fuck are you still doing at the door?! come here"

"Umm... I just got back I should change" She tries to excuse herself but he lets out a sharp hiss

"You spent my money on that ugly dress?" he eyes her from head to toe.

Truth be told she looked gorgeous in that lovely sequin red dress that hugged her figure nicely. She wore black Sandles as she'd have no guide besides her cane to perfectly accomplish the blind look.

Normally he'd be going crazy over her. But he knew her from when she was nothing but a dirty wet rat his grandpa brought home. A freak who knew nothing about the world. A freak who could make you see things just by looking in your eyes. That is why her eyes must be covered at all times.

She was a monster.

One he had to contend with.

"I'm sorry" She apologized

"Take it off" he hissed

Trembling slightly, her hands reached for the zipper but it was stuck. She fumbled with it for quite a while, all the while Flynn kept losing more and more of his patience.

Unable to wait any longer, he got out of the tub and stormed towards her while she backed away. He grabbed a fist full of the material and yanked her forward into his hot wet body.

"Flynn wait I..."

His mouth cut off her words as it descended on hers roughly. His tongue immediately slipping into her mouth and licking the insides of her cheek. He could taste the sweetness in her mouth.

She struggled against him, pushing and beating against his shoulder. Fighting to break free.

He groaned in annoyance and bit her bottom lip hard. She pushed harder and managed to get some air.

He coughed, feeling his throat get dry. He coughed again and let her go roughly. Stumbling a bit.

"Strawberries" she manages to say while gasping for air " I had strawberries"

His face comtorts into an ugly form of pure rage and loathing as he glared at her through his watering eyes.

She dashing into the bedroom and returned shortly with an EpiPen. He grabbed it and stabbed it into his thigh then slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

After a while, his throat loosened and he could breathe normally again. He may have to go to the hospital.

After a few silent minutes, he was recovered enough to speak again.

"You tried to kill me" he accused, his eyes fervet as a flame.

"After everything I've done for you, you bitch!" he pins her down with a look while slowly rising to his feet. His movements slow

Unlike with father, Flynn evoked no feeling of fear in her. Despite how intimidating he tried to look, it merely looked like a cat trying to be a lion.

But she stepped back to feed into his ego, pretending to be afraid of him.

Pretend

That's something she'd come to be quite good at. Something she'd perfected. Just like how she could fake a smile through all that boring galas. She had no idea he'd be home so soon, so she'd gone crazy with the strawberries. Even ate some on the ride home. She'd tried to warn him after all.

"Flynn"... she called his name on a whisper

"Is your plan to kill me and take it all?" he grabbed her and she flinched

"Answer me!!!"

"No!" she cries tearfully "I didn't..."

"You bitch!" his hand descends on her face and she falls to the ground. He kicks her repeatedly in the stomach.

"Try this again and you'll be meeting grandpa on the other side" he spits on her before stepping over her to get dressed.

"Have lunch ready by the time I get back" he orders then pauses while putting on his jacket

"On second thought, forget about it"

And he slams the door

She lay there till she felt willing to exist again. She turned to lay on her back and stared at the bathroom ceiling.

Flynn was not as bad as father. His hits were weak compared to father's and he had no imagination. All he did were child's play

A deep male rumble floated through her mind and her heart fluttered a bit.

Austin O'Riley

How very unusual