WHAT YOU GIVE IS WHAT YOU GET-PERHAPS MORE
Suddenly, the crowd stands, the noise is resounding, and the horses run fast—especially the shiny black one. Then the applause grows louder as Mrs. Oskar screams and claps so hard, while still maintaining her grace. Then Vik stands up, quickly rushes toward me, grabs my arm, and drags me away. He takes advantage of the chaos and drags me to the side of the stadium, behind the club. There are no people near us, but some are around.
"What the fuck, Vik!?" I bawl.
"It's your fault! Everything is your fault!!" He pushes me against the wall and corners me so I can't get away. "It's your fucking fault. If you—hadn't lashed out at me, I could still—heh, I—" He's furious, angry, and mad. He doesn't even know what to say or do.
The scout came to the game, and he could have been one of the players chosen. But the college scholarship and the title of star player belong only to Tytas—not Tytas and Viktor. He's upset, madly fucking upset. I ruined his future, and I fucking smile inside.
"So it's my fault—you're blaming me for the consequences of your actions?" I say as he glares at me, his hand gripping my waist so hard. "You were the one who started it, and you faced the consequences. You need to learn, Vik. What you give is what you get—even if it's more than you imagined."
"What–I–give, huh?" He leans his face, pressing his nose and lips against my neck. "You know what I gave, but why did I get that in return? Letizia." His hand grabs my waist aggressively, and he pushes my body harder, using his face to push me like I am attached to the wall. "Tell me—you're a genius, right? Tell me!" He shouts. I flinch—panicky. "Should I—" he whispers and puts his lips on my neck and sucks it harshly as I push him violently. "Give you even more," he keeps saying and kisses all over my neck and is about to move to my lips.
"You fucking—" I pull one arm out and punch him in the face, "asshole!" I yell. I'm about to run away from him. He catches me and pushes me against the wall. "Arg!" It hurts so bad. "Y—" He shuts my mouth with his lips and grabs my cheeks to stay directly on him. His lips and tongue are wild and aggressive. I push and hit, but he rushes himself even closer.
Then I feel my tears rising.
Eventually, I stop pushing him. His anger is too far to pull down.
And I let his uncontrollable behavior take charge; he opens his eyes, looks at me confusingly, and his vicious mouth softens in the way he kisses. He starts to kiss me slower and takes his tongue out of my mouth. And I can breathe again.
"Ha—" I gasp lightly.
He notices my reaction and hesitates to keep going, but it doesn't stop him. He presses his lips and kisses me gently and slowly, starts to stick his tongue, presses over mine, and properly kisses me.
His movement is gentler.
"Ha—" he gasps now; he has trouble controlling himself. I can feel that the part between his legs is stronger and harder.
I look at him without hate this time. "Can you just tell me?" I whisper. His gaze softens, and his hands stroke my neck. "What exactly do you want from me, Vik?"
He halts his words, his eyes, and even his breath.
He leans his face close to mine, his nose against my nose, his hand holding my head. It's not a picture I ever imagined between him and me.
"I want you," he whispers. "I—I'm not great or a prince. I—" He speaks as he looks down at my lips. "I don't know how to approach you, Letizia," he says, speaking his mind. "People expect me to be a—" He shakes his head as he holds mine. "A golden boy, but fuck—I'm not." Then he chuckles a little.
I look at him as I place my hands on his chest and slowly, gently push him away.
"But you see right through me," he says and rubs my face, forcing himself closer. "And Tytas—he got you," he says, with a hint of laughter in his voice. "And I don't wanna lose anything or anyone to him again." He holds my face toward his and uses his injured thumb to rub my lips. "You and I are more similar than you think, Letizia. You're not afraid of my stupid, crazy, wild-dog behavior." His eyes are drowsy, twinkling crazily. "And I love how you deal with it and how you're a genuinely fucking crazy princess who isn't afraid to show it." He breathes against me. "Your sassy side perfectly matches me, Letizia."
"Vik—" I'm about to push him again. "You have Felicia," I say.
He looks at me and shakes his head. "I can—" he glides his face down on my chest and belly as he almost kneels down.
Fuck, this is getting out of hand.
He looks up at me. "I can break up with her," he says.
"No, that's not—I didn't mean it that way," I say and tuck my eyebrows, shit. "Please, Vik. Get up."
He puts his face on my part between my legs. "Vik! Please, stop. What are you doing? People are here. Please get up." I try my best not to yell or raise my voice.
I don't want him to be aggressive again. I acknowledge that he is more troubled inside his head as much as I am—just differently.
"I want you, not her," he says.
Then why the fuck have you dated her for a year? I want to scold him so badly.
"Vik, please—" I say as he sniffs my part heavily, kisses it, and puts his head under my skirt. "Stop!" I raise my voice.
"Ha—" He gasps and kisses and licks my area. I pull his hair out of my skirt. "I know you like it. I can be your boy toy. When you want to smash me or want me to go down on you, I'll do it whenever you want," he says,
"Ha—" I'm flabbergasted by his words.
He uses his strength against my grip; his face is on my part again, and he drags my panties down. He puts his lips on my pussy as he looks up at me from down there.
"I'll be a good boy for you whatever you say—Letizia," he whispers while his lips press on the entrance and slowly slide his tongue inside it.
"Ah—" I moan lightly.
Fuck, no, no, no.
He keeps on stroking up and down and uses his tip to press on the top.
"Vik—it's—ha," I gasp and try to push his face out, but his neck is god damn strong. "It's wrong—Vik, haa—Vik, I told you to stop." I raise my voice at the end, and he finally pulls his lips away. He looks at me, waiting. "You almost raped me that night—and you expect me to let you do this as you pleased?" I ask.
He slowly gets up and steps closer to me. I quickly step back, but my back is already against the wall.
"What can I do then—for you to forgive me?" he asks as his lips are about to kiss me again; I pull my face away from him. "You want to hit me again?" I look at him immediately. "I'll let you do it," he says,
What the fuck? Is he insane?
He's more messed up than I thought.
"Your pussy is getting wet right now. I want to taste it," he whispers. "I'll please you," he adds. I look at him with the top of my confused expression, "I'm sor—" he's about to say, but then footsteps approach.
"VIK!!" Felicia calls his name.
I push him away harshly and am about to leave when Vik grabs my hand. "We're not finished, Letizia," he says.
"I don't think I can," I say, and then I feel his grip tighten. I turn toward him as he steps closer to me. Felicia pushes Vik before he can reach me. He glares at Felicia, telling her to step away with his eyes. "I—" I stutter, and he grabs both my hands, ignoring his girlfriend.
"What the fuck!?" Felicia shouts.
"I'm sor—" he says lightly.
Tytas quickly interrupts. "Get off her!" He shouts and pushes Vik harshly away from me. I look at Vik, who acts like an animal that doesn't fucking know what to do and is stunned by the situation. He looks at me, ignoring Tytas, who is standing between us. "What did you do to her!? What did you do?" Tytas keeps pushing into him. I don't know if Tytas knows or heard anything.
Vik keeps looking at me. "It's none of your business!" He shouts at Tytas and pushes him back.
"She's my girlfriend! It's fucking my business," Tytas growls back.
Vik looks slightly stunned by what he has heard.
"Don't act like a fucking kid. When things don't go your way, you act like a stupid piece of shit and blame everyone else," Tytas says as he pushes Vik away with his chest.
This is all too much. I don't like this, so I step back and run away from them.
"Zia!"
I don't know whether Tytas or Vik calls my name, but I don't turn back. I run toward the back and cut through the parking lot. Then someone grabs my arm.
"Ha." My whole body flinches.
"I'm sorry," Tytas says, his body covered in sweat. "Zia, please tell me what's going on," he asks.
No. I'm tired of this.
"Why don't you ask your friend?" I say, pulling my hand back. "I don't want to do this right now. I want to go home."
He follows me before I can step away. "Please, let me take you," he says.
I know it's not his fault, but I no longer want to be in the middle of this. "I want to be alone," I say.
His eyes are full of disappointment—in himself or me, I don't really know. But through all his actions, he has been pushing himself into my life, saying everything because he's dying to be with me.
Why can't I open up to him? Just say it.
"Tytas—" I say his name, and he slowly moves closer to me. "I know that you won the match. Congratulations." I look up and see his green eyes, then hide mine. "I—"
"Please, don't say it," he says, slowly touching my hands. "I tried my best, Zia. And I will always try—my best for you."
"I don't want to be caught in the middle of two friends who compete with each other—mentally. And I don't want to be treated like a prize or a toy for you guys to win," I say.
"No." He holds my hands firmly. "No. Please, Zia, you know that I have never seen you that way."
"I know—and you know what I mean," I say. I bite my lip. "Vik—he tried to rape me," I say.
"What—" His eyes lock in place, tense, as though gripping something invisible, and his hands fall away. I don't look at his face, but I can see his chest pounding, rising and falling heavily. Then he slowly raises a hand and gently holds my face. "A moment ago?" He asks.
I shake my head.
I finally look at him. "I'm not—a girl or a person who can tell you what to do, but please, Tytas, whatever grudge you guys hold against each other, you'd better clear it up and leave me out of it," I say, holding his hands and pulling them away. "I really am glad that you won the match, Tytas."
"Zia—" he says my name softly, and I leave him in the parking lot.