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“Sweet Molls,” Pike smiles at me. We’re at the lake today with the rest of the class. There are so many girls in bikinis, but I’m still wearing my shorts and tank top. I don’t want to show off my body. Pike says I’m a hottie, he told me that the first day he kissed me like a boy kisses a girl he wants to fuck—ravenously.
The problem is, Pike isn’t meant to fuck me. We’re not allowed to have the feelings that we have. My body aches for him, though. It needs him at night. When all the lights are out, he creeps through my window and spends the night. And each time he lies under the covers with me, he pushes his fingers into my sleep shorts and makes me feel good.
He smiles when I whimper his name. Even though he shouldn’t, he does it because I beg for it. There’s nothing like the heat that coils in your stomach when pleasure rockets through you.
“There are too many people here,” I tell him. He’s seen me when I’m stressed, when anxiety takes its toll on me, but his hand slipping into mine makes me smile.
“I’ve got you, Sweet Molls,” he assures me. “We’ll be here together.”
“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” My tone is hopeful when I voice my question.
He sighs, running his free hand through his dark hair. It sits unruly on top of his head and I know he’s trying not to disappoint me by saying no.
“Pike,” the pretty blonde with big tits sidles up to him. She’s dressed in the smallest scrap of material I’ve ever seen. Whore, I think to myself. “Are you coming to get a beer?” She questions him while hanging off his arm.
“I’m good, thanks Britt,” he grunts, pulling the smoke from his lips. “I’ve got Molly to keep me company.”
She sneers my way, then giggles. “You shouldn’t be holding your cousin’s hand, Pike, some people may talk.”
“Then let them fucking talk,” Pike grunts out through his teeth. My body is already vibrating with anger. I watch her bounce away and then I glance at him. “Don’t pay her no mind, Molls,” he tells me, but he doesn’t meet my questioning stare.
Hours pass. We’re having fun, but Pike went for a piss about ten minutes ago and I don’t know why he’s not back yet. It’s dark and I can’t see much in the trees that circle the lake. Sighing, I rise and head in the direction he went.
I hear giggling as I get lost within the trees. Another soft moan and my body is heating with a fire so fierce, I’ve never felt anything like it before.
“Listen, I’m not interested,” Pike says to the darkness. I want to call to him, but I don’t. Instead, I slowly make my way toward his voice. When I find him, the blonde bitch is all over him while he’s pushing her away.
Anger rockets through me and I see it. Red. Rage. Blood. My gaze darts around in the darkness, but there’s only branches near me. Leaning down, I run my hand along the forest bed and find a small rock on the ground.
I’m behind her before she notices me. Pike’s blue eyes are almost luminous when he sees me and that’s when I strike her stupid blonde head—again and again—spraying blood all over me. It’s sticky, metallic tasting. Her body falls into Pike’s arms.
“What the fuck, Molls,” he hisses and that’s when he looks into me. Right through my pain and he sees it.
“I love you, Pike.”
Pike kneels as he drops her. I tug her over and slam the rock into her perfect white teeth. Her face is crushed, and I take a moment to admire my handiwork.
“Now you’re a pretty whore,” I hiss at her, spitting on her beaten face.
“Christ, Molls,” Pike murmurs, pulling me up and into his arms. “I love you, but you can’t go doing shit like that.” He cups my face in his hands and holds me steady. Our gazes lock for a moment before he finally kisses me. His hands traveling over my small curves before he lifts me to his body. Spinning us around, he pushes me against the tree. He shoves my shorts down and dips his fingers into my panties, finding me wet and ready. “Did that make my little Molls wet?” He mumbles against my lips.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper when he fingers me deep and fast. His thumb circles my clit harshly, making my knees wobble. “Please, please, Daddy.”
“My little Molls,” he grins, taking on the nickname I give him with a filthy smirk. “Come for your Daddy, baby girl.” And I do. I fucking squirt juices all over Pike and the dead bitch lying on the ground.
Shaking my head of the memory, I settle in the chair in our kitchen. I was only sixteen, but I knew Pike was my person. Nobody understood me like he did and from that moment, to this one, I know that he’s the only man I’ll ever want near me. He gives me what I need, but more than that, he makes me better.
