Page 65 of Like A Moth To A Flame

I whimpered, grinding my knees together.

I shouldn’t be doing this. This was a really bad idea. It was like sticking my hand in a rattlesnake den. I knew better, but the temptation was just too much.

“Mhmm,” I didn’t trust my voice to speak coherently.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“When you’re ready.”

“What if I was ready now?”

“You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

“You’re not begging.”

I barked a laugh, and maybe a little too loud. The back of my hand pressed against my lips, stifling my nervous laughter.

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Yes, it will.”

“How?”

“I’llmakeyou.”

I could hear his breath quickening, and he groaned. Something about the way his voice darkened told me everything I needed to know. He was inches away from losing control. The knowledge had me quivering, and I sunk beneath the blanket, my thighs shaking as I forced them together.

Why did he have this effect on me?

This wasn’t okay. He was stalking me. He could kill me.

But he hadn’t. He said he’d never hurt me.

“H-how?” I asked, and it felt like my heartbeat had taken up residence somewhere much more southern. My hand drifted to the apex where my thighs came together.

I needed relief. I couldn’t handle the throbbing. I was aching, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I have my ways.”

He seemed to have gotten a hold of himself, if only a little, and I sighed, my voice shaking like a leaf. That’s not what I wanted. I wanted him to lose control.

Why? Because then he could slip up?

Or maybe because I liked it?

“Tell me how.”

“How what?”

“How are you gonna make me?”

He was quiet, and when he spoke again, I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Why do you wanna know, Vanessa?”

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