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He’s forcing himself on me, we both know that. But in the end, he had me wanting it just as much as he did. He had me nearly begging for it. Whether it was his gun fucking me or his tongue, my legs fell open by the time it was over.
Not to mention we just made out like two horny teenagers about to lose their virginity.
I don’t know what the fuck to do with that information. Or how the hell to even process it.
A moment of silence passes, the air disturbed only by our heavy breathing.
I’m not strong enough to open my eyes and face what happened. I’m scared of what I’ll do—what I’ll say.
For the first time, the asshole in the sky finally listens to my pleas and compels this man to reach over, untie the ropes and walk the fuck away.
I force my eyes open and watch him go, swallowing the venom that threatens to spew from my mouth. If I let it loose, I know it’ll just result in him carrying out another threat.
He pauses at the door, turning his head just enough for the moonlight to reveal his sharp jawline, the wetness coating his skin, and a hint of a scar.
He doesn’t speak, but he does bite his bottom lip hard, trapping whatever meaningless words on his tongue. Right along with the taste of my pussy.
Finally, he turns, the door gently clicking shut behind him. For the second time, I'm left alone. Decimated and in ruins. And again, I let the tears fall freely while I work to pick up the pieces.
Chapter 19
The Shadow
I don’t regret it. Not any more than when I stuck a gun in her cunt and made her come.
And I know how fucked up that is—to take something without consent. I know that’s what I’m fighting against every day.
She hasn’t given it to me yet, but she will. I know my little mouse better than she knows herself. She’s in too much denial to see how drawn she is to me. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t instigate, pushing to get her clit bitten, knowing damn well I stay true to my word.
If she genuinely wasn’t intrigued, she wouldn’t have texted me back in the first place.
Her actions speak an entirely different language than her words. A language filled with desire and pleas—she just hasn’t learned to translate it yet.
Doesn’t make it right, nor does it justify it. But I can't make myself regret tasting something so fucking sweet—so fucking perfect. Even if she didn’t want to want it. Because that’s what that was.
She knew I was going to follow through with my threat if she told me to fuck off again, and she kept doing it anyways. And that tells me that my little mouse can’t control how she really feels. This means that whatever she feels, it’s fucking addicting.
She fought me so hard initially, her anger and ire only turning my blood to molten lava. The harder she fought me, the harder my cock fought against the confines of my jeans.
I wanted so badly to release the zipper and plunge myself deep inside that sweet little pussy. I was close—too fucking close to doing it. Once those cries of pleasure reached my ears, and she gripped me in her hold, shamelessly grinding against my face—I was nearly done for.
The only thing that stopped me was the look on her face.
When she was coming on my face, she was unashamed. But as soon as the orgasm drained from her body and the kiss was no longer consuming us, she felt nothing but shame.
It’s going to take time, I remind myself.
I crack my neck, releasing a shuddering breath.
I’m sitting in my Mustang, my dick still painfully pressed against my zipper. Just as I decide to say fuck it—jacking off in a car is the least of my sins and wouldn’t be the first fucking time—my phone blares in the console next to me.
I curl my hand into a tight fist, my muscles straining as I fight the overwhelming urge to bash it into the fucking window.
I don’t think I’ve had blue balls like this since high school when Sarah Forton jacked me off in the locker room. It was the first time a girl touched my dick, and I didn’t even get to finish because Coach walked in before I could shoot my load off on her pretty tits.
I snatch up the phone and bring it to my ear without even looking.
“Yeah?” I snap, my frustration boiling to dangerous levels.
