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I slide my hand to her underwear. It’s silk, I recognize the smoothness. I push them to the side, relishing in the wetness that’s gathered between her legs.
“And look at you,” I continue. “Always remembering who you belong to.” I insert one finger in her, not harshly, but also not taking any more time to prep her either.
She gasps, a moan getting stuck in her throat.
“This pussy knows who she belongs to. Right, Sunshine?”
She nods, her mouth still agape, breath now stuttering. “Y-yes.”
“Did you enjoy your little power trip with Sam?” I insert a second finger and struggle to keep my own sound of pleasure down my throat. I take a deep breath, doing my best to focus while I push into the tight heat.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy yourself,” she smiles. “You loved being on your knees for us, baby.”
A wave of pleasure crashes between my thighs. I part my dress through the left slit, letting one leg out. While I keep fingering her, I place myself so one of her legs is in-between mine. She understands what I’m doing straight away and pushes her leg up until her thigh is pressed right against my pussy. I start rubbing against her at the same time as my fingers move in her. She’s panting now, and I drop my lips to her, kissing her open mouth. She gives me everything I need back, licking my tongue and my lips.
Our interaction turns too passionate for either of us to say anything. We’re kissing and biting at each other. A clash of power and proof of love. I’m rubbing harshly against her thigh, and my clit is sending sharp waves of pleasure through my entire body. I moan loudly, feeling how close I am to coming and curl my fingers inside her, rubbing her g-spot while my thumb comes to find her clit.
“Oh god,” she whimpers in my mouth. Her voice is practically a shriek, and I recognize all the tell-tales of when she’s seconds away from coming. The way her legs start to tremble, the way she starts to roll her hips uncontrollably, and her moans growing shorter and shorter until…
“Rose…” A sharp breath. “Rose..aah!” she screams. I have to put my free hand against her mouth as her pussy tightens around my fingers and she rides the wave of her orgasm.
I don’t stop moving inside her until I explode, riding her taut thigh. I keep rubbing until I’m completely spent. I pull my fingers out, and we both collapse to the floor, our legs entangled and our foreheads falling against the other.
She chuckles, which quickly turns into a giggle, then a high-pitched laugh. I grab her face and push her away to look at her.
“Are you alright?” She’s obviously lost her sanity.
“It’s my engagement party,” she chortles. “Only you. I swear… Only you would do this to me today.” When she’s finally calmed down, she kisses me again. “I love you.”
My hands slide to her waist, and I squeeze tightly with a need to keep her close to me. She winces, suddenly jumping away from me. She crawls back.
I don’t know why or how, but I understand itnow.
I can’t explain how it falls into place at this specific moment. Maybe it’s written on her face, or maybe it’s because I’m more aware in my post-orgasm state, more connected to her.
Something twists inside me—an anxiety I can’t control. Something’s wrong, and I can feel it right away. It’s like everything becomes clear. Signs I’ve ignored now shine in bright neon in front of my face.
“Oh my god,” I whisper to myself, barely believing I completely missed what’s been right in front of me the whole time.
I’ve been so selfish, so focused on my own problems that I never realized what Rachel was going through. The familiarity with which she talked about abuse a few days ago. The bruises she had on her ribs, the fear of Conor. She doesn’t just dislike him. She is utterly terrified of him.
Acid rises to the back of my mouth, burning its way until I feel the need to scratch my throat.
“Sunshine,” I whisper, barely a squeak past the tightness around my vocal cords.
“Don’t say it,” she whimpers, sobs clogging her throat.
“Show me.”
She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes together and trying to keep the tears at bay.
“Rach, please…let me see.”
When she doesn’t move, I slowly crawl to where she is now, her back against the wall. I settle next to her, and with the least threatening gesture, I slowly pull down the zipper at the side of her dress. She turns her head away, ensuring she’s not looking at me. Her arms are lifeless by her sides.
I part the dress, letting the front fall forward. Her generous boobs come into their natural position, and for once, my eyes ignore them. My gaze is stuck on the purple bruises covering her stomach and ribs like a horrific tapestry—multiple shades of purple, blue, and green. My stomach churns, knowing the pain, recognizing the fear as a familiarity I will never disconnect from.
“No.” I shake my head, not believing it. “No, no, no…Sunshine. You said it was them. That night y-you said it was Sam and Lik.”
