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Harley kept her head to the side refusing to look at Dean or Ben. She was exhausted from the day, but she knew it wasn’t going to get much better. She could feel her neck still bleeding and her lip was swollen and bloody. She knew she had to look like a complete train wreck of blood and bruises. She was glad that Ben had let her get fucked up before they’d started slapping her around, because had she been sober she might have creaked and told them everything.

That's enough Dean." she heard Ben intervene and she let out a silent breath of relief. "She'll do it. She's not suicidal. Why don't you go share this shit with my dad? I'll keep an eye on her, she can't exactly cause too much trouble tied to a chair." He shrugged and it was silent for a long moment before she saw Dean slip out of the room.

Her body ached, not only from what had just happened, but from how roughly she’d been handled earlier by Bobby. She’d gotten so used to no being hit around over the past two months that her body was almost in shock after everything that happened, but she didn’t let it affect her, despite the fact that it had sobered her up some.

“You going soft on me baby?” she breathed finally glancing to him, with a smirk on her lips. “You know Dean’s only doing what he’s doing, because you won’t.” she shrugged. “He’s the one putting his hands all over me…next it will be Bobby if you don’t put your big boy pants on.” She said holding his eyes. “By the way, how’s you fiancé?” she spat a little more irritated. “If you plan on marrying her, do me a favor and just put me out of my misery before she walks down that damn isle.” She said honestly.

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He absolutely loved the sounds she made, ever breath and every moan he was hyper aware of. He loved that he was the one making her feel that ways. He wanted to make her feel the way she was feeling then, every time they were together. He didn’t just want to play her like he did with most girls, he wanted to please her.

"Stop teasing me Eli." She breathed ad he smirked against her skin, letting his lips move along her upper thigh slowly. He wanted to make her beg like he normally did, but the desperation in her voice made it clear that she couldn’t wait much longer and if he was being honest neither could he.

By the time they finished fucking the hotel room was a complete disaster and if he was being honest, her wasn’t entirely sure how they’d fucked the room up that much. They hadn’t really stopped, in fact they’d continued having sex even when he’d wanted to stop and smoke a cigarette, they’d kept going. He blamed it on the drugs, being the reason they’d lasted all night and into late morning, because when the drugs finally wore off and he rolled off of her, he was more than exhausted and as much as he wanted to continue, he physically couldn’t.

He pulled her to his chest and kissed the top of her head, before lighting himself a cigarette and inhaling deeply before placing it between her lips and lighting another one for himself. It was silent between them for a long time and as much as he wanted to go to bed, he couldn’t because his head was still reeling from their night and his heart beat was just starting to slow back down to normal.

“We should have left a long time ago.” He breathed, taking a drag off his cigarette. “Shit babe, your exhausting.” He chuckled.

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