**We're starting shit off with a bang. None of that waiting stuff lol (this will make more sense later wink wink). I hope you guys enjoy this second chapter! I might double update if I get enough votes hmmmmm. Tell me what you think!

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Evan's POV

Plopping myself down on the toilet seat, I rested my head between my knees while trying to get the world to stop spinning. Alcohol, especially vodka, always hit me harder than it did most people. Probably because I hardly drank, just rare times here and there and even then I usually only drank wine. Once my vision seemed to settle down enough for me to feel like I wasn't going to vomit, I did my business and left the stall. Staring at myself in the mirror, I didn't have that lifeless look anymore. What it was, I couldn't quite place my finger on it, but it wasn't happiness that was for sure.

I washed and dried my hands before pressing my cold palms to my cheeks to calm myself down, praying that the Alcohol wouldn't hit me as hard as it did last time. I shuddered at the thought. I'd almost lost my virginity to Brandon that night. What a waste that would've been.

Pushing the bathroom door, I was caught off guard as someone roughly grabbed me from behind and forced me to walk as they restrained my arms against the small of my back. I struggled to loosen their tight grip, but it was doing no good whatsoever. Tears pricked my eyes as my mind kicked into overdrive as I started thinking about all the possible ways there were to die. Should've left when the bartender told me to.

Next thing I knew, I was shoved up against a brick wall, my head lightly bonking back against it and causing my it to throb. Finally opening my squeezed eyes, I was met with the sight of the asshole from earlier, but this time I actually took care to fully examine his features.

What I saw definitely caught me off guard. He was beautiful in that rugged, all man sort of way. His skin was clearer than any I'd ever seen, and his cheekbones were perfectly chiseled as if personally carved by God himself. His thick, inky black lashes were so long they ghosted the tops of his cheeks every time he blinked, but it didn't look girly on him. It just looked alluring. His lips were the perfect size with a thick lower lip. They could only be described as kissable and holy shit that jawline made all thoughts escape my mind except for just one; I want to sit on his face.

My eyes trailed down from his face to his wide neck, then chest, and finally the rest of his body. There wasn't a single inch of skin I could see besides his face that wasn't touched with some kind of ink - and there was a whole lot of body there to cover. He clearly worked out if his biceps, which were almost as large as my head, were of any consolation. His shoulders were about twice mine in width and his jeans hugged his thick, trunk like thighs perfectly. He was mouth watering, to put it simply. Good Lord, he's one fine piece of man.

"It never seems to fail, the rich ones' panties are always soaked at the sight of a little ink and muscle." He stated cockily, a satisfied glint in his eyes as he spoke. There was no doubt in my mind he caught me blatantly checking him out, I hadn't even tried hiding it. I rolled my eyes before attempting to shove him away from me once again, but to no avail.

"I've seen better." I scoffed, not wanting him to have the upper hand before looking away from him towards the street. He would easily be able to call my bluff if he looked into my eyes. Surveying my surroundings as he gnashed his teeth at my comment, I noticed we seemed to be in a dank back alleyway of some sorts, most likely behind the bar was my guess.

"Hey!" He yelled, trying to get my attention. I continued to ignore him just to piss him off even further thanks to my liquid courage from earlier that was slowly wearing off. Must've been cheap booze. I accomplished just what I wanted it to, whether good or bad, I wasn't quite sure yet. He took one hand off of my building and gripped my chin with it before roughly jerking my face towards his own. We were so close that the tips of our noses rubbed up against one another as if we were giving each other an eskimo kiss; the awkward position suddenly making me very uncomfortable. I squirmed in his hold while trying to shake his fingers off of my face, but it only seemed to amuse him that much more.

"Mind telling me what a pretty little thing like you is doing hanging out at a place like this?" He asked, voice condescending. What was with these people? It's just a fucking bar for fucks sake!

"I don't owe you fuck all, jackass. And my name is Evangeline, not little thing! Now let me go!" I spat. I watched as he clenched his jaw in annoyance. I tried my luck with a few of the self-defense moves I'd learned in the class my dad forced me to take by bringing my knee up to nail him where the sun don't shine, but his hand shot down and he dug his fingers into my lower thigh causing me to whimper loudly in pain.

"Stop! That hurts!" I shrieked as he further tightened his hold.

"Have you learned your lesson about talking back yet, baby? Or do you need to find out why they really call me Scar?" He taunted before laughing darkly. I huffed in annoyance as a flitter of fear made an appearance in my stomach before disappearing completely. Giving up any attempt to get away from him, I just laid still against the brick wall, resigned to whatever he wanted to do to me. My surrendering seemed to spike his interest.

I focused on my visible puffs of breath in the cold air as he made multiple attempts to get me to speak, all of which included calling me a rich bitch, trying to egg my ego on by calling me weak, and then firing more threats my way. Still, I remained impassive. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of getting his cake and eating it too. What I didn't understand about this whole situation, however, was his end game. Why was he bothering me? Was it because I pissed him off when I bumped into him, or because I called him out on being an asshole in front of his little posse? Or did he just get immense pleasure from making people feel inferior to him? Hell, maybe the answer was all of the above for all I knew.

"I know how to make little girls like you squeal. I didn't want to have to resort to this, but I will if I have to." He growled with a dangerous glint in his eye. I swallowed audibly as he leaned in even closer to me. I wasn't sure what I was expecting him to do next, but I sure as hell wasn't expecting him to start peppering my neck with open mouthed kisses. Kisses that felt damn good. I gasped as he continued his assault before he subconsciously placed his hands on my hips and dug his fingers into my flesh through the material of my dress. I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood in order to keep from moaning out when he reach the most sensitive spot on my neck. I clutched onto his leather jacket clad forearms while struggling to keep quiet, knowing exactly what he was trying to accomplish.

This apparently pissed him off as he doubled his efforts, turning my body to putty. I let a quiet, breathy moan slip from my lips as one of his hands ventured down to grip my ass. Instead of stopping and giving me that smug I win smile and high handed attitude once again like I expected, my moan seemed to fuel his efforts even further. His mouth reached my jaw before I was totally caught off guard as he claimed my lips with his own.

What shocked me even more, was the fact that I didn't push him away. No, I opened my mouth when he licked the seam of my lips as if asking for entrance. How the heated argument about nothing in particular led us to making out like sex-crazed teenagers in a back alleyway, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that this needed to stop. I was seconds away from pushing him away from me when he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and began sucking on it, causing me to groan. My panties flooded with wetness, something that never really happened with Brandon. Something that's never really happened to this extent before ever. Was this what it felt like to be aroused? I thought to myself as he broke away from my lips to continue his assault on the opposite side of my neck. This time, I did little to quiet my moans as his hand on my ass pulled me closer to his body, leaving virtually no room between the two of us. My nipples rubbed up against his chest with every breath I took. I wasn't sure what made them hard; how cold it was, or how fucking turned on I was.

Suddenly, I was hoised up onto his hips, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist to steady myself as he used the wall to help balance me. His hands pushed underneath my dress, which I hadn't noticed had ridden up to expose my full lace panties, and began exploring the expanse of my stomach before ghosting upwards towards where the edge of my bra was. Gripping his short cropped hair, I tugged harshly as he ground his hard on into my heat. There was little to almost no barrier between us, which caused the sensation to be mind blowing. The action drew a wanton mewl out of my mouth as he sucked on the exposed skin of my chest. He rotated his hips once again, and I thought I might explode from the pleasure. My lust-hazed mind hadn't comprehended that he'd let me down and was now dragging me towards what I was assuming was the front of the building by my hand.

Opening a car door for me, he smacked my exposed ass as I bent over and crawled in, causing me to yelp and shoot him a dirty look. He rushed around the front of the car before buckling himself as he pulled into traffic before speeding away to who knows where. His big palm landed on my bare thigh and once again let it venture up under my dress.

"Spread your legs." He demanded in that deep, husky voice of his. I licked my lips before doing as told. He pushed my thong aside before running his big, calloused fingers up and down my soaking slit, finally getting a feel for just how wet I really was.

"Fuck." He hissed under his breath before he began to rub circles into my clit. I wasn't a stranger to a little foreplay, Brandon and I had done that a few times, but fuck this felt so much better. I instinctively clenched my thighs together as he began to rub faster, causing my thighs to quiver and shake with pleasure. I threw my head back against the headrest and moaned loudly as my orgasm began approaching. I grasped his wrist in one hand and the side of the seat in the other before digging my nails in, trying to anchor myself to reality as I realized I was finally going to have my first orgasm. And in a car with a complete stranger, no less. Who the fuck cares? He's hot and clearly knows what he's doing. I'm living a little I reasoned with myself.

Just as he pulled the car to a stop, he pinched my clit, pushing me over the edge as I spasmed against his car seat, eyes rolling back as I screamed out his name as I found my release. Pulling his fingers out of my panties, I felt two digits nudge up against my lips.

"Open." He demanded, his pupils dilated with lust. I sucked his fingers into my mouth and tasted my own tang on his them before swirling my tongue around both digits expertly. He groaned before pulling them out and exiting the car. I followed his lead, almost stumbling in my boots as he rushed me inside what looked to be a run down apartment on the outside. I was confused until we entered the building and it appeared to be the same modern set up as my own complex's waiting room.

My nerves began to make an appearance as I realized there was no alcohol left in my body to cloud my judgment, and I still wanted to go through with whatever this turned out to be. As we entered his apartment building, he crouched down in front of me and began removing my thigh highs while placing random kisses on my inner thighs. Next came my dress, which was removed with one swift tug over my head with a little assistance from me. He gave me little time to think about what was coming next as he slammed his lips onto my own once again while removing all of his own clothing in steady, calculated movements.

Grasping my ass in his hands, he hauled me up into his arms effortlessly before carrying me into his bedroom. My lips never left his as he laid us on the bed and literally ripped my thong off. I reaching around my back as he began littering my chest with kisses and unhooked my bra before throwing it across the room to join my destroyed thong. He began rubbing my already sensitive pussy up and down in leisurely strokes while rooting around in his bedside drawer. Grabbing what he was looking for and leaning back on his haunches, I struggled to catch my breath as I realized he'd already rolled the condom on and was positioning himself at my entrance. I expected to freeze up with fear and want to back out, but I found myself needing more as he look at me with those nearly black eyes of desire.

He slowly eased what I thought was his entire length into me before halting at seeing my pain scrunched face.

"You good?" He grunted against my lips while stilling inside of me.

"Y-yeah. You're just, big. God, why are you so b-big?" I rasped out, slightly hysterical. That seemed to make him happy as he smirked before pulling back out and entering me once again, except this time he entered me completely. It was like I was choking with how full he made me feel. How was it physically possible to be so fucking endowed? Was it even safe to be this full of cock? Hell, could he even go on runs?

He groaned deeply before resting his head in the crook of my neck and biting the skin there. "Goddammit, you're so fucking tight baby. It's almost painful." He growled out before beginning to pick up a smooth rhythm. After the first few thrusts, the fiery pain from being stretched so suddenly and harshly quickly faded into a dull throbbing sensation of pleasure. I moaned right next to his ear as he picked up the pace, his balls beginning to slap against my ass with everything thrust. Hooking my legs around his thighs, I pulled my hips up to meet his every thrust, causing him to slip even deeper inside of me. He whispered numerous profanities against my sweat slick skin as he drove me higher and higher, giving me pleasure I never knew was possible. I was so close to release that my eyes began to water with desperation.

"Scar." I whined out, unable to form a coherent sentence as he continued driving into me with incredible force. That seemed to cause him to pick up his pace as the arm around my waist pulled me even close to him while simultaneously keeping me rooted in place as he assaulted my weeping pussy with every deep stroke of his cock.

"I know, baby. Just hold on...a little longer." He rasped out gruffly while penetrating me with short, staccato thrusts. Ripping my nails across his back, I squeezed my legs against the sides of his body as he smacked the side of my thigh harshly. That was the last straw for me. I screamed as I came around his monster length, squeezing the life out of him as he moaned loudly above me before stilling his movements and spilling copious amounts of himself into the condom. I relaxed my arms and legs back against the bed as we both struggled to catch our breath. He eased himself out, causing me to wince slightly before I watched him walk into his bathroom to discard the soiled condom. I heard the slam of a drawer before I watched him storm back into the room from where I was lying cuddled up on my side, body tense and eyes furious.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were a virgin!" He roared before ripping the covers I had just pulled over me away. I furrowed my brows before sitting up and meeting his seething form head on as I reached for the sheet, only to have him rip it away from my grasp once again. I pouted before crossing my arms over my naked chest.

"Why are you so angry?" I demanded, getting just as worked up as he was.

"What am I so angry? Why am I so angry! Because I don't fuck virgins! They always get attached and want more and I don't do more! I do meaningless fucks and that's it!" He screamed back at me. I narrowed my eyes at him before deciding it wasn't worth it and slumped back against the bed, getting comfortable once again.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" He demanded incredulously.

"Going to bed, genious, what does it look like?" I scoffed before rolling over so my back was facing him.

"This is my fucking bed. Get the fuck out and go home." He yelled before making his way around the bed to look at me expectantly.

"Fuck off, will you! I'm tired and I need sleep. Just shut the hell and go sleep on your couch or something." I yelled back, getting irritated with him.

"Like hell I will! This is my goddamn bed, you'll be the one taking the couch! Not me!" He stated. I glared at him before rolling over and once again giving him my back. He climbed on the huge bed before flipping me onto my back and yanking my body towards where he was kneeling on the bed by my ankles. I don't know what it was about seeing him so worked up and heated that the vein in his neck throbbed with anger, but it just did it for me I guess because the next thing I knew, he was dominating my mouth once again with a fast and punishing kiss. This is going to be a long, long night.