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Marking my flesh.
Like he owns me.
And part of me wants him to, in this moment, owning my pleasure, making it so I don’t have to think.
I collapse forward as everything flows out of me, my legs somehow tangled, my chest empty of air, my breathing catching up to the orgasm.
I suck in a breath and roll over, gasping, staring up at Kane as he reaches down for his belt, his eyes glued to the wet pinkness of my pussy.
I imagine myself leaning forward and taking his fleshy length of sinful meat out of his pants, stroking the base, and then the tip, maybe sucking it if I could work out how.
I imagine bending over and grinding down so that he slips his precome covered length up my ass cheeks over and over, using my ass cheeks to grind against either side, and then – oops – shifting so that he slips inside of me.
My pussy gets even tighter and I feel my hole fluttering, my womb sending open signals to my sex, telling it I’m ready to take his seed, and the weapon that fires it.
But then my mind batters down the emotional wall and I remember the alleyway, and the way he grabbed me, and the way he growled that he was going to do anything he wanted with me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
My heartbeat hammers and my mind does a strange trick, sending me back there.
Reality twists.
And suddenly I know I can’t do this, not in this state, not with my mind tearing into a painful past.
“No, no, I can’t,” I gasp, sitting up, knowing he’ll hate me now.
Stupid naive slut, he might say. Cock-teasing bitch.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe, bringing my hand to my chest.
My breath is short.
My chest is tight.
I try to suck in more air, but now my heartbeat is punching my ribs, making it tighter, pressing down on my lungs.
“Kane, I’m … so … sorry …”
“Kelly?” Kane mutters. And then he shouts. “Kelly? Kelly?”
I fall backwards.
Chapter Five
Kane
I dive onto the bed next to her – feeling and hearing it strain under my weight – and grab her by the shoulders, helping her to sit up.
Her breathing is coming whip-fast, and then I lean close to her and whisper in her ear, “I think you’re having a panic attack. Just breathe with me, Kelly. Just breathe. One, two, three … one, two, three.”
Slowly, she follows the motion of my breaths, exhaling and inhaling on my count, and then finally pulls up her tight fitting jeans.
“Where did you learn that?” she whispers.
She looks so beautiful right now, her face half-shining in the moonlight from the window, her eyes downcast, as though in shame, which makes me want to shatter the world so that my Kelly never has to feel anything like that ever again.
Her hands tremble and I lean down and take them, squeezing them as solidly and reassuringly as I can.
“Prison,” I tell her.
“For robbery, right?” she asks.
I swallow, the truth gnawing at my mind, my body feeling twisted with the confliction.
“Yes, a bad mistake,” I say. “But what’s wrong, Kelly?”
“It’s just …”
She wanders to the desk and turns to face me, arms folded defensively across her belly, the belly that I can imagine growing into a bump, our bump, changing both of our lives for the better.
“A few years ago, when I was fifteen, well … It’s hard to talk about, but… basically I was walking home and I went down the alleyway between Fern’s Electrical and that chicken place, and this man jumped out at me.”
A shudder moves through her, like a gust of wind just blew in here.
She glances up at me, a question in her eyes.
“Whatever happened,” I say, fire churning in my belly, blood boiling in my ears.
Kill this man.
Whoever this man is, fucking end his life.
“Whatever happened,” I say, clearing my throat. “It’s not your fault, Kelly.”
“H-he tried to, eh, assault me. He had me up against the wall, and it all happened so fast. I managed to get away. I kneed him in the gonads and ran, and just kept running, but the whole time I was running my mind was creating all these scenarios where he caught me.” She pauses.
“And ever since then, I guess I just panic sometimes. Maybe that’s why I’m still a virgin?”
The force of her words smashes into me over and over again, planetary collisions that make my mouth fall open and my eyes just stare.
A virgin, my queen is a virgin, her perfect child bearing temple left just for me, for us, for our bodies to clash together and join in carnal, primordial perfection.
But then I clench my fists as I picture this man, this worm, this piece of nothing who’d try and take that preciousness from her.
