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“Rebecca…”

“Oooh, full names, huh? You don’t scare me, Danny.”

“I fucking should.”

She shrugs and leans on the railing. “You’re a rich, entitled little prick. You have no idea what real fucking trauma is.”

I storm over and get right in Becca’s face. “I don’t know trauma? I watched my best friend's girl kill my sister to save my other friends. I watched her drown under that fucking prick’s thumb. Watched as the light slowly faded from her eyes as drugs took over. So try the fuck again.”

She shoves away from me, walking back toward her room. “Go back to bed, Danny.”

“Ha. That’s what I thought. Can’t handle the truth being thrown in your face.”

Becca turns and walks toward my room instead. “The truth? You’re still an entitled prick. Just look at everything you have.”

She rips open the door and I rush after her. “Get the fuck out of my room. You’re asking for trouble.”

Becca turns with a sly little grin. “You have no idea what trouble I’ve gotten into. This? This is fucking nothing.”

My hand wraps around her neck, and I watch as her eyes dilate. “You stay the fuck out of my spaces.”

“Or what?”

My lips are on hers before I can even process what is happening. That fucked up attraction has taken over my brain as I push her onto my bed.

All I can think about is sinking my cock into Becca. Putting my fucking mark on her. Taking her as all mine.

My hands rip at Becca’s clothes as the back of her knees hit my bed. She gazes up at me, the crisp night air sending a shiver across her naked body.

Becca bites down on her bottom up. My fingers slowly wrap around her throat, slightly squeezing as she mewls.

“You fucked up,Rebecca. Now, don’t move a single fucking inch.”

Chapter eleven

Rebecca

Dangerous Hands

Asurgeofpanicand fear washes over me as I realize the gravity of my stupid actions. Danny's sudden stillness, his warning for me not to move…

What had I just done?

My heart was racing, my mind reeling with confusion and regret. But there was this intense feeling… this pure lust that took over my body.

I wanted him. I needed to lose control. Let somebody use me so I could feel something. To feel anything at all.

Danny stands over me, reaching to the side to grab his tie from school. I can’t help but watch with a mix of terror and arousal as he grabs my hands, binding my wrists together.

My body trembles as he looms over me, his eyes burning with intensity. Despite the danger I was in, I can’t help but be drawn to him.

I’m like a moth to a searing flame when it comes to danger. A sick, twisted form of self-harm. I need that thrill, that depraved feeling of shame. I know this is wrong, so incredibly wrong. Yet, I can’t tear myself away. I need the pain. I crave it like a starving animal. The twisted need for self-destruction consumes me, driving me towards the flames that will surely consume me. A sickening thrill courses through my veins as I surrender to the depravity of it all. I know this is wrong, morally reprehensible, but I can't resist its allure.

The pain, oh how I need the pain…

Danny grips my face with a rough, almost bruising grip, forcing my eyes up to meet his. "You have no idea," he grunts, shaking his head in frustration.

His eyes are wild and intense, like he’s lost all control. Danny shakes his head in disbelief before forcefully pushing his fingers into me. I gasp and moan at the sudden intrusion, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. Danny's touch is rough and unapologetic, but it feels so good.

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