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I’m playing with fire. I know that, but I can’t stop myself. The longer I’m around him, the more the rebellious part of my soul that I’ve hidden for so long begs me to come out and play. Ten years is a long time to repress my wants, needs, and desires.
“Don’t play with me, Emma.” He snarls. “You won’t like what happens if you do.”
Feeling brave I reach up and cup the side of his face. Staring him in the eyes with a challenge, I answer. “You don’t scare me, Trevor. You never have.”
“You don’t know me anymore, Baby. I’m a very different man than the teenage boy who left.” He backs up, pulling me off the counter and spinning me around. He bends me over so my ass sticks out and I’m forced to look at our position in the mirror. He places my hands against the mirror. “Don’t move them.”
“I’ll always know you,” I whisper, holding my breath to see what he’d do next.
Trevor has always been the possessive, dominant type. You’d think that would be what I would run from considering the life I live but with him? I thrive when being forced under his submission. He still lets me have my fire and passion, but he also knows how to control it, tame it, and help me use it in more constructive ways.
Every place he touches me feels like I’m on fire. The fact that he has me in this position in the bathroom at the very school our daughter goes to should turn me off, but it doesn’t. I like being on display; the thought of almost being caught makes it hotter.
“Why are you in this school today?” His hands wrap around my waist as he undoes my belt, then the button and zipper on my pants.
When I don’t answer he slides my pants down and palms my ass before giving it a light swat. “I asked you a question, Little Vixen. You’d do well to answer it.”
“Parent’s day.” I moan when his hand swats my ass again because I didn’t answer fast enough.
“Are you a parent?” He pushes the strap of my thong to the side and rubs his finger along my slit.
I know he can tell how soaked I am. Every touch of his just turns me on more. My core throbs, aching for him to touch me harder. To help me find the release he’s already started to help build. I wiggle my hips back, trying to get friction from his fingers.
“Did I tell you that you could move?” He growls in my ear and bites my ear lobe. “Now, be a good girl and answer my question or I’m going to give you a pretty necklace so everyone knows who you belong to.”
I moan loudly at his words and push back against him. My eyes widen with want. He doesn’t mean an actual necklace. No, he means an imprint of his fingers on my neck. I want it, want him. I’ve always loved displaying his claim on me, and that clearly hasn’t changed still.
Because I don’t answer fast enough, his free hand wraps around my neck. His grip is tight enough to control me and cut off a small bit of my breathing but not enough to cause me to black out. No, it's just enough to cause me to cream around his fingers that have been gliding across my crease this whole time.
“Look at me, Little Vixen,” he commands when my eyes close.
Opening them, he meets my gaze in the mirror. My face is full of desire while he is a mix of desire and anger. It’s hot.
“Are. You. A. Parent?” He thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching me with every word. His hand around my throat tightens just a little bit more, causing my cunt to clench around his fingers.
Still, I don’t answer right away. I can’t. The things Trevor would do if he found out the truth. He wants to use me, claim me, fuck me. Fine. I’ll be everything he needs right now and then some. If he found out the truth about Alexis, he would burn the world down and make everyone involved pay.
Deep down there’s a part of me that wants that. A part that craves his darkness. It’s the same part of my soul that he used to feed way back then. That part didn’t have a nine-year-old daughter to protect.
Trevor would do everything to protect us. Keep both of us safe. It’s just my father and his allies are too powerful. Even for Trevor. I won’t risk him. Lying to him is the only way to keep all three of us safe.
“No,” I groan. My eyes flash as he sinks his fingers into me deeply and flicks them against my G-spot. The move makes my legs quiver, and I start to see stars.
“No,” he barks. “Bullshit. Who’s the little girl? I’ve seen her with you.”
“Sister,” I moan with his next thrust. My hands clutch at the mirror leaving marks. “Trevor, don’t stop!”
“I call bullshit.” He pulls his hand away and slaps my ass with it. “She may look like your twin, but her eyes aren’t yours. They are nothing like anyone in your family. Who does she belong to?”
He brings his hand down on my ass cheek three more times. Each time harder than the last. I know I’m going to have a red mark on it. After the last one, he starts to soothe the sting and massages it away.
“More,” I plead. I need to keep his attention off of Alexis. He can’t know. Not ever.
I see his eyes flash in anger and then desire before I hear his belt start to be undone. Next, I hear his zipper being pulled down before I feel his jeans falling and pooling around our ankles. His boxers join them right after.
Yes, this is what I wanted. What I needed. No one has touched me, fucked me since that last night together. I knew if I begged if I pushed him, he’d fuck me. His need to own me, possesses me, always outweighs the reason. Knowing it is coming, I still gasp the second his cock pushes through my folds and inside me.
“God, you’re so tight,” he moans, slowly thrusting inside before pulling back once more. He gives me a little time to adjust before he switches from a slow thrust to a rough hard fucking. He doesn’t hold back anymore, slamming into me over and over again. “Don’t scream,” he grunts, thrusting into me. His hand around my neck tightens a fraction more as his other hand reaches around in front and flicks my clit before he starts to rub roughly.
