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Cue the record-scratch-sound effect.

Good God, I am a sick and twisted woman.

I’m lying on this bed in crucifixion position by a guy who clearly wants to torture me, and I may have just gotten off on nothing more than an erotic daydream about him?

Okay. I get the BDSM hype now.

Jeez. And that was just a quick little mind sexscape.

Imagine how the real thing would go down.

Pun very much intended.

My breathing finally calms and I let my eyelids flutter closed while that fantasy loops through my cluttered mind.

Maybe it will bring me peace while I sleep.

That would be a welcome first.

CHAPTER15

JAELYN

Iroll over onto my side, a smile playing at my lips as Eli strokes my bare shoulder.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, a look of concern in his eyes.

“No,” I whisper. It’s a total lie, but there’s no sense in making him feel bad about it. After that disastrous face-off at home with my parents, I couldn’t wait to get away and to lose myself in something other than the anger coursing through me.

Sex was the act of choice.

And regrettably, my first time wasn’t one that will go down in the books as one of the most romantic experiences of my life.

But I needed a different memory, a new one that could be powerful enough to replace the one I’d just suffered. I forced things with Eli, practically assaulting him once we got to his apartment instead of letting him take the time to prep me for what was to come, but that was just because I needed to eradicate the toxic scene from my brain. I wanted a distraction, something that would help me focus on anything other than the altercation now forever branded into my memory.

I told my father that I hated him.

A shiver runs through me as those heated words creep around my heart, making it clench. I’d forced them to the back burner, putting Eli at the center of my attention after we sped away from my house earlier tonight.

I can’t ever take those words back.

And I won’t ever forget the look of shock and horror on Dad’s face once my screams pierced the tense air.

His little girl. His baby.

Hates him.

Although I keep the smile plastered on my face, tears sting my eyes as I avert my gaze from Eli’s pensive one.

“We didn’t have to do this tonight, Jae,” he murmurs, rubbing my back.

“Yes, we did,” I sniffle. “Because I love you and you love me.”

I wait, but he doesn’t affirm.

I narrow my eyes and look back at him.

“But it was bad timing, you know, with your parents and that whole mess at the house.” His forehead pinches and he rubs the back of his neck. “You think your dad will tell Nate what happened?”

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