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His voice is a low rasp now. “And when you’re soft and pliable, I’d push you to the floor, flat on your stomach. I’d put a hand on your back to keep you there as I spread your legs with my knees. I’d ripped your jeans and underwear off and then slap your ass before spreading it. The thing is, you think you’d hate it, except I understand how your body works now. I’ve played with you enough to know. And when I push my hard cock against your entrance, you’d be so wet I’d slap your ass again for being such a dirty slut. Unfortunately for you, I’m big, and you’re not wet enough for that. And since you’re fighting me, it’s even more painful when I shove myself into you. But don’t worry. Your tears turn me on, and really, who cares if you’re enjoying yourself, right? And as I thrust into you harder and harder, you will feel the pleasure spreading into your entire body. And, my god, will you hate yourself for loving what I’m doing to you. And when you come all over my dick, and I come too, when I pull out and you’re nothing but a trembling mess on the floor, I’ll make it worse for you and ask, ‘Are you mine now?’. You won’t be able to answer through the tears and the pain in your body, but I don’t need you to. I know the truth. That you are. Because trust me, Billie, after that outrageously good fuck, no one, and I meanno one,will ever compare. You’ll just be mine and mine alone. Good thing since I’ll do it again, and again, as many times as I fucking want to until you know that there’s no point fighting me anymore. Until you understand that what I want, I get. Always.”
Our faces are so close, I’m sure he’s going to grab me, kiss me, and throw me to the floor. He’s going to do every single thing he just said. And I want him to so badly. Fuck, I don’t know why I’m so broken, but I want him to fuck me and make it hurt. To make me cry from pleasure and pain. To make it so that I can never move on from him. To make me his.
I shift. I’m wearing my panties and his hoodie now, but I’m scared my wetness is showing. His eyes go down as I move away slightly.
There’s no doubt anymore when he smiles widely and says, “You’ve got a spot there.” He presses three fingers against my crotch, and I let out a strangled moan.
Then he pulls away and shrugs. “But, like I said. I’m trying to be sweet so you can see I like you. I’m making a real effort here, so don’t tempt me to throw it all away.”
I’m practically panting when I’m forced to come back to reality. “O-okay,” I say before grabbing my burger again and forcing food into my mouth just to have something to do.
He changes the topic, and his explanation of how he would force himself on me, of how I would love it, becomes a dense fog at the back of my mind.
“So,” he says casually as he dips more fries in the sauces. I can’t help but notice he dips in the ketchup after the mayo now that he knows I don’t like the former. Like he wants to make sure it doesn’t mix. “How long until you leave the North Shore, you think?”
“Hopefully by the end of the year. If I win against Killer Clover, I’m off to fight small promotions on the East Coast.” A thrill runs through my stomach as I explain this.
“Wow, that’s soon.”
I nod, my mouth now too full to add anything.
“I’m kinda jealous,” he snorts. “I want to leave next year.”
I swallow. “Do it,” I say excitedly.
“I can’t.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Everyone knows I want to leave, but I just don’t have the money yet. I need something to sustain me. I don’t want to fail and have to return here.”
I crumble my wrapper as I swallow the last bite of my burger. “I understand.” I grab the cup of Coke Zero on the table and take a sip.
“Maybe when you’re a rich UFC fighter, you can send me money to get me out of here?”
I chuckle as I put the cup back. He relaxes into the arm of the sofa behind him and crosses his arms. “What’s so funny?”
“I might become a UFC fighter, but I’ll still be a woman. I’m pretty sure the current highest-paid female fighter earns five-hundred grand per fight.”
“Sounds like enough to get me outta here.”
“I won’t make that kind of money. Not until a very long time. I have dreams, but I also need to be realistic. My living conditions will be shit until I can make a name for myself. That’s okay with me. I can live in a shed in someone’s yard as long as I’m far from here. If you want a nice life, yeah, you’re gonna have to wait longer.”
He gathers everything on the sofa and throws it all in the trash before returning. “Come to my room.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, now,” he says. “I had a super long day of work and I want to rest with you.”
“Okay,” I nod.
I follow him to his room. His house looks the same as mine and most houses around him. Only one level, magnolia walls and rundown carpet. One bathroom, three bedrooms. All in the same hallway.
He opens his door and I’m surprised to find a double bed. It’s dumb. Most people have double beds, even though I still have my old childhood twin bed.
I walk in first as I look around, but there’s not much to see. The walls are the same as the rest of the house, with minimal furniture. There’s aThe Offspringposter on a wall and I smile.
“Weren’t you the guy who made fun of me for listening to Good Charlotte? You weren’t even born when these guys,” I point at his poster, “dropped their first album.” I look down at his hoodie I’m wearing. It’s alsoThe Offspring. “You get obsessed easily, don’t you?”
Leaning against the doorframe, arms and ankles crossed, his lips are tipped. “You have no idea.”
There’s a desk with math textbooks and homework. “Is that what you study? Math?”
