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“You’re so fucking hot,” he says into my neck.
“Fuck me.” My head rolls back against the brick. The mix of pain and pleasure is maddening.
I hear the zipper on his pants, and he yanks my jean shorts down in one swift movement. He’s rough, but that’s my thing.
Pulling me from the wall, he turns me around and pushes my face into the building.
“Jesus,” I pant.
His hand yanks my hair at the same time he pushes into me. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I saw you on that stage,” he says gruffly into my ear.
“Funny. I’ve been thinking about your face between my legs.”
He grunts in my ear but doesn’t respond. “You’re so fucking tight, Belle.”
His hand is shoving my face into the building, which I’m sure is going to leave a mark, but I can only think about how fucking good this feels.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” I feel his body stiffen, and I let myself go right before he does.
He pulls away and I pull my shorts back up. “Thanks for that.” He nods at me, buttoning his pants.
“Next time it happens will be on my terms.” I pull my hair up.
“Next time?” He cocks his head.
“Don’t act like you aren’t already trying to figure out when you can fuck me again.” I roll my eyes and he laughs.
“You’re confident.”
“Yes I am. I also know where you live. I’ll come by.” I walk out to my car.
“Don’t you wanna know my name?” he calls out after me.
“I don’t give a fuck.” I climb into the car at the sound of his laughter.
The area my new house is in borders on creepy. It’s secluded, aside from the house next door, and it’s pitch black. There’s a creek behind the house, a creek I know all too well, and at one in the morning, you can hear the water flow.
I shiver. That creek still gives me the creeps.
I still remember the day I got the phone call saying that they found Mindy out there. It wasn’t lost on me that it’s the same creek we tossed a man in when we were little girls. I couldn’t tell the police the connection though.
* * *
Five yearsearlier
“Hello?” The noise in the club is loud. I rush into a supply closet to drown it out.
“Is this Maribelle Connor?”
“Yeah,” I draw out.
“This is Sheriff Johnston. Can you come down to the station for a few questions?”
I immediately panic. How does he know I’m working at the club? They assured me no one would know. I’m only fifteen. I’ve been learning how to dance from one of their best dancers, but I haven’t gotten on stage yet. He told me I had to wait a couple of years.
“What for?”
“We found a body we believe to be your sister, Mindy. We need you to identify it and answer some questions.”
