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Why did Crisp want me to stay away from her?
And why should I allow him to place a wedge between us?
Manon had me on a string and was in control of my actions.
She’d become a bit of an addiction I was trying to control, despite my hormones going into overdrive whenever I caught a whiff of her hair or those large, limpid, teasing eyes trapped mine.
“I think about you first thing in the morning and last thing at night.” I kicked a stone around on the ground.
“Oh, you do?” Her forehead smoothed, and a wide smile grew on her pretty face. She put away her vape. “What do you think about?”
I shrugged. “Sexy things. Like you rubbing your tits over my dick.”
She lifted her tits, and my cock thickened.
“Mm… now you’re making me all hot,” I said.
I took her hand and brought her up against me, then my mouth crushed hers, and I felt her curves pressed against my suddenly horny body. My dick engorged fast as blood pumped through me.
I broke away, despite the urge to fuck her there against a tree or behind a bush.
What I didn’t add was that, apart from the smutty stuff, I also often relived that soulful gaze she would wear when our eyes locked, making my heart swell with a need to hold her—protect her.
Holding my hand, she followed me to my bike.
“You’re not riding home after drinking, are you?” She sounded like my mother, which made me smile.
Her long, dark hair was tousled after I’d run my hands through it while kissing her. She was so gorgeous out there under the starry night, I could barely find words.
The staring continued as I held onto my bike. She reminded me of a girl trying to find herself. A little like I was doing. That was why I understood that I-can-do-better expression she sometimes wore.
I hated where she’d been, though, and wondered if I could trust her with more than just my body.
I knew that she’d gotten with some older man when she was only fifteen. That was sick. But I didn’t blame her. Teenagers were easily manipulated. The arsehole paedophile, however, if I ever found him, that would be another story. Manon refused to tell me his name. I think I’d frightened her after I blew up hearing how her mother had sold her to a billionaire creep.
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Is that an invite?” She slanted her face. “What about Kylie?”
“What about her? She’s a fucking nuisance.”
“Did you really rape her?”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you think?”
She looked down at her feet and shook her head slightly. “I don’t believe it.”
“I would never do that.”
“I believe you. Even when I threw myself at you, you wouldn’t fuck me.” She smiled shyly.
“I wanted you then, like I do now.” I stared into her eyes, which sparked with curiosity, like she couldn’t get enough of my compliments. “Even though, in the beginning, you kind of freaked me out.”
“Do I still?” Her gaze seemed to strip layers, like I couldn’t hide anything from her.
Manon had a key to my soul. I’d never given it to anyone before, but she somehow possessed it.
“Not as much. But I don’t like the company you keep.”
