Page 78 of Under the Bed

She was falling for me. She always loved me, and she needed to make sense of it.

Of both of us.

Poor thing. My poor little Shiloh needs outsiders’ help to figure out this thing between us.

She doesn’t need her school. She doesn’t need anyone else.

She needs me.

Time to make things right. To teach Shiloh that valuable lesson no professor ever could.

That I’m her entire world just be-fucking-cause.

Me.

And guess how I’ll do it?

The hard, painful way.

My way.

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SHILOH

Asearing pain in my scalp jolts me out of my deep slumber.

Or is it the pressure between my legs that woke me up? This inexplicable need to come?

Confusion settles into my bones, hot and thick.

But it still isn’t as agonizing as the need to come. I’m wound up tight, and I haven’t even touched myself. I couldn’t have.

I’ve been out until this moment.

After I was grabbed in an alley.

That prick in my neck…

I was drugged.

By him. My stepbrother.

Flashbacks come and go. They’re blurry. Unclear. Bits and pieces of them.

They seem like a dream.

They aren’t.

God, this ache. This craving. This tugging on my hair.

This strange angle of my head. It should be tilted upward when someone pulls on my hair. Instead, it’s twisted to the side.

That thought is a fleeting one.

My need for relief is back. I’m overwhelmed by it. Can’t breathe from how intense it is.

The pressure in my lower belly makes me feel hot and desperate.

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