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My mind may have said ‘fuck, I fucking hate him’, but my body was begging for release.

I liked it. I fucking liked it, and there was no denying it now.

“I can’t wait until you belong to me,” he whispered, his voice pouring into my ear, hot and wicked. “You made me like this, Vanessa. You turned me into a monster. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you that you’ll never forget who you belong to. I’m gonna breed that perfect, tight little pussy. Do you understand?”

I wriggled and bucked, my hips rocking and grinding against his fingers. I was so close. I was sofuckingclose.

When he found that aching spot inside of me and pushed, I knew it was too late. I watched the way my eyes dropped, half-lidded, as my orgasm crept closer and closer.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl. Watch. I want you to watch.”

I watched myself in the recording, and when I came, I had to fight not to scream, and it was a fight that I failed miserably. My cries echoed around the room as my eyes slammed shut, and I forced myself to look away. My entire body was electrified, every muscle tight and rigid, and a million fireworks exploded behind my eyes.

I wanted to punch him, to pick up a knife and drive it into hisfuckingheart.

Asshole. Fuckingasshole.

Shaking, I lifted my head, and watched as he lifted his other hand—the hand he had used to defile me, still smeared and dripping in my sin. I watched him hold my phone with both hands and swipe open my contacts.

“You’re so beautiful, Nessa. My pretty, perfect little girl.”

What was he going to do now? Was he going to fuck me? Would he rape me, right here in my father’s house? Tears sprang to my eyes once again, and a swirling tsunami of conflicted emotions rose in me until I feared I’d drown beneath it.

Instead, I watched him open a new contact, one I didn’t recognize. There was no name, simply a black heart emoji.

“This way, I can watch it later, when I’m missing you.”

Had he put himself in my phone?

He attached the video and pressed send before I could even protest.

“And you can watch it when you’re all alone at night, and wondering if you really enjoyed yourself as much as you think you did.”

Stunned, I didn’t fight him as he dropped the phone onto my pillow and rose from the bed. I simply lay there, fighting to catchmy shaking breath as he pushed the dresser away from the door, and I heard the sound of heavy boots thudding down the stairs. It wasn’t until I heard the front door opening that I threw myself out of bed.

Gasping and panting, I fought to pull my shorts up over my hips as I heard the screen door groan open, and then slap closed behind him. I raced out of the room and hurried down the hallway, taking the stairs two at a time, but by the time I made it out onto the front porch, he was nowhere to be found. All I could see was a torrent of pouring rain, and all I could feel was the conflict raging inside my skull.

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I miss the way you say my name. The way you bend, the way you break. Your makeup running down your face. The way you touch, the way you taste

Firefly

The rain poured down like a curtain, drenching me to my core, but my thoughts were elsewhere as I moved through the trees. My hands instinctively sought refuge in my pockets, shielding them from the rain. As I strayed from the path, I could almost hear her desperate footsteps as she searched for me, her voice calling out into the storm.

I wondered what she wanted. Maybe she wanted to shoot me.

I’m sure she did, and she probably would have if I hadn’t gone through the house and removed every gun her dad had kept—and he’d kept a lot.

Maybe she wanted me to fuck her?

I slid into the driver’s seat and wiped the rain from my face, feeling a mix of exhilaration and guilt pulse through me. The rain drummed against the windshield, a rhythmic symphony that matched the pounding of my heart.

My dick was rock hard, my pulse pounding from the base to the tip. I wanted nothing more than to be buried inside of her, but that would have to wait. After all, I had to leave something to reward her with when she finally gave in to me. I pulled my hands out of my pocket and immediately stuck my fingers in my mouth, the other hand digging in my pocket for the keys.

Fuck, she tasted like sin and bad decisions, and I couldn’t get enough.

All I had to do was wait. It wouldn’t be long, not after tonight and the way she’d moaned for me. I knew that if I gave in and took her now, there would be no turning back, and the hunt would end. But I wanted that hunt to continue, the chase and the pursuit of something more than just mere physical release. The thrill of the unknown, the anticipation of the moment when our lives would finally collide—that was the real excitement that fueled me.

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