Page 13 of The Games We Play

This isn’t my stranger…but who is it?

My gaze settles on his face, with his left eye still black and yellow from the healing bruises. I slam the door closed, but not before Seth wedges his foot between the frame. He forces it open with his hand and steps inside.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, grabbing a pillow on the couch to cover as much of my front as possible. “Get the fuck out!” I snap.

“You called me?” He arches a brow and rakes his gaze over me.

“What? No, I didn’t. You told Professor Brady, I fucking cheated like a toddler throwing a tantrum because you got your ass kicked. Now I have to retake a whole new exam.”

“If you didn’t want to let me taste that magical pussy of yours, why did you call me?” he snaps. Acting as if I’ve caused him an inconvenience.

My head spins. Then, it registers what he is actually saying.

“The note on my car…that was you? You’re him?”There is no way this is him.It can’t be.

“Who else?” he asks and takes a step closer, reaching up to caress my cheek. Something’s wrong. It all feels wrong. It isn’t him. He can’t be him. My body revolts at the idea as he reaches for my features.

“I want you to leave.” With my change of tone, Roxy walks around the couch and stands by my side.

“You’re such a fucking tease. First, you’re messaging me for the past year, then I give your sorry ass a chance at the party just to get this—” He waves a hand around his bruised face. “Now, once again, you call, I show up, and you think you are just going to make me leave?”

I grip the pillow in front of me and take another step back. “This is my house,” I say, but my voice wavers slightly. “I want you to leave. Now.”

“No. I think I’ll stay. Your boyfriend isn’t here to stop me this time.”

I drop the pillow and spin on my heel, racing for the stairs to get my phone. Seth grabs my hair and jerks me back to him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He gropes my breast roughly, his touch feeling like acid.

“Let me go,” I demand, writhing in his hold to break free. Roxy’s frantic barks fill the room, but Seth is undeterred. He fists my hair with one hand and moves the other down my body until he’s dipping them between my thighs. I whimper at the invasion of his fingers strokingacross my clit and hate that my body responds to his touch even though I want to vomit.

His cock presses into my ass through his jeans, growing harder with my fight.

“Is this what you get off on?” I say through clenched teeth. “Your women fighting to break free and to get away from your disgusting ass?”

He yanks my hair harder, and I cry out from the strands being ripped at the roots. “Shut up. You asked for this. You are practically begging for it.”

He grabs my wrist and pins it behind my back, shoving me forward until he has me face down on the couch, his hand firmly pushing down on my spine. He holds me with so much force I can’t turn my head. The cushions muffle my screams.

Nobody will hear me.

I plea for Roxy to bite him, something, piss on him if that gets him to let go. Praying to the God who’s abandoned me time and time again to save me. To stop this nightmare.

His cock rubs across my ass, and I tense, hoping it’s all over quickly. Then he’ll leave. My tears soak into the fabric, more from embarrassment that this is happening and I’m too weak to fight it. My shoulder screams in pain, but I close my eyes and pretend I’m anywhere but here.

He forces my legs wider, and I know what’s about to happen. Nobody can hear me. I can’t breathe, suffocating while he is forcing himself on me.

Nobody is coming. This is what Ryan warned me would happen. I only have myself to blame.

My body tenses as he forces his dick inside me. Even though I know it’s useless, I try to break free. I kick my legs, pushing and pulling against hisgrip. My throat burns from my screams as he pulls out of me and thrusts back in again.

I asked for this;he said earlier. I did. I sent messages asking him to come over. I called him. Now I want to die more than I ever thought possible.

Roxy stands off to the side, barking, but she sounds so far away. I want to reach out, stroke her hair, and tell her I’m okay…but I’m not. My pulse thumps in my ear, muffling out Seth’s moans as he slams into me again and again, my cheek chafing against the rough fabric of the couch.

I just want it to end. I wanteverythingto end.

He mumbles something as his hot cum shoots up my back. My body shakes from the assault, but he doesn’t let go; he doesn’t pull out.

Wait.

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