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“Why would I even want you? Isn’t that the million-dollar question? I don’t fucking know, Nicole. I don’t know why you’re the only woman I see despite having hundreds at my disposal. I don’t know why I’m blind to them and not you. Never you. Did you put some bewitching mojo in my food?”
A tear slides down my cheek. “You’d rather be bewitched than admit you want me?”
“And you prefer hiding over wanting me back.” He curls his fingers inside me and darts his tongue to lick the tear from my eye to my cheek, then he bites the droplet that got stuck on my lip.
My grip loosens on his wrist and he takes it as an invitation. Daniel thrusts his fingers inside my pussy hard, fast, and couples them with sliding his thumb back and forth on my clit.
The pleasure is so strong that my hips jerk and I ride his fingers, my lips pressed in a line and my eyes rolling back.
When the orgasm hits me, it’s as intense as his touch. As damning, too, because I can’t stop releasing sounds that I usually muffle with the back of my hand. I can’t now, because he’s licking my face, nibbling on my lips, and tasting the pleasure he triggered off my skin.
He releases my neck and unzips his trousers to free his cock. I’m mildly aware of it, but I only feel it when he slides out his fingers and replaces them with his cock with one brutal thrust.
I scream as the still fresh orgasm bleeds into another one. It’s much stronger this time and my eyes slam shut.
Blurry gray images form behind my eyelids like vengeful shadows. Drops of black ink stain my vision.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The stench of cigarettes and weed suffocates me. The violence they promise condenses in the distance like distorted lines.
It’s pain now.
Raw pain.
And I can’t say anything, because it’s my fault. I started this.
I deserve the pain.
The panic attacks.
The sleeping paralysis. All of it.
Please don’t hurt me…
It stops then. The sensation of being trapped. He’s not thrusting inside me.
He stopped.
It’s over.
“Peaches…”
My eyes slowly open to find Daniel staring at me with a furrow in his brow.
We’re still joined, his cock filling me until I can no longer tell where he starts and I begin.
It’s Daniel.
Daniel.
I don’t know why I want to cry from both frustration and joy.
“You think I would ever hurt you?”
