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“My doll belongs at my side, under me, on top of me. Wherever and however I can get her,” he growls as he crawls onto the bed. “You’re broken, dollface, just like us. There’s something wrong up here,” he taps the side of his temple and continues his slow pursuit of me, until he’s on top of me and our noses nearly touch. My heart breaks out into a sprint as he stares into my eyes. “I thought you were more likehim,but you’re not. You’re likeus.”
Him? Oh, he means Garry Gipson.
“Trip, I don’t—”
“I didn’t see it, not until… you told me you didn’t want anything from me after telling Jay about that place that could help my dad,” he says, his eyes falling to my lips. His breath hits me in the face. The smell of Jack on his breath is strong, but not unpleasant. “And I realized that your broken piece matches our jagged edges. We fit together. N-not perfectly like a puzzle, but… like glass from the same broken bottle.”
My breath catches at his analogy. He’s not wrong. Thereissomething wrong with me. I’ve been beating myself up all these years but maybe… Maybe being a little bad isn’t such a terrible thing?
“Stop hiding from us, dollface. From me,” he mutters. Before I can even think of stopping him, he leans forward and kisses me.
Oh… Desire billows through me causing bumps to raise along the skin on my arms and warmth to gather between my legs. His lips are familiar and welcomed. How have I been able to stay away this long? The stubble around his mouth is new and different, but it’s not off putting. Unable to stop myself, I reach up to hold his face as I kiss him back.
He groans against my lips and the sound vibrates through me, pebbling my nipples. As if he knows this, a hand comes up and cups my breast through my night shirt, his thumb teasing the hardened point.
“I need you,” Trip groans as he pulls away from my lips. Straightening, he reaches down and pulls off his shirt. I swallow hard as my eyes trail down his lean body. His tattoos stretch across his pecs but not down his sides or stomach. Without being able to stop myself, I reach forward and slide my hands down his torso. “Why is it bare here?”
“I’ll get your name and face here if you stop playing games,” he growls. He would? I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. He chuckles darkly, “You like that don’t you? Proof that you own me.” He leans down and kisses me harshly. Between kisses he utters, “Proof that you weaseled your fucking way through my sharp edges to find the only weak part about me.” Kiss. “You’re dangerous.” Kiss. “Delicious.” Kiss. “Undeniable.” Kiss. “Fuck, I wake up only for a chance to get pricked by your thorny attitude and to breathe the same air that gives you life.”
I groan before throwing myself at him. He chuckles as we tumble to the side, and I end up on top.
“Why can’t you be like this more?” I demand softly before stealing away his chance to respond with a possessive kiss of my own. My tongue slides into his mouth as my core, covered by a thin layer of cotton, rubs against his semi-hard erection. I groan as pleasure gathers quickly. Despite the torment they put me through, my body hascravedtheirs.
“Yes, use me,” Trip groans as I pull away and rub against him. “Let me be your toy tonight. Use me like you used that dildo in the video you sent me.”
I freeze for a second, but Trip grabs my hips and forces me to move again. “Don’t stop. Use me to get off. Fuck, I watch that video every night. It’s habitual now. I can’t sleep without it. The sound of you screaming my name… I cum right along with you.”
“Trip…” I bite my bottom lip as I relax and allow myself to simply feel. No thinking, no worrying. Just… feeling. But it’s evident after a while, Trip isn’t going to manage to get a full erection.
“Come on, dollface,” he groans. “Fuck, I need you.”
Their nickname for me is what douses the flames. My heart drops and reality comes crashing back. As much as I enjoy the excitement they bring to my life, I’m not real to them. I’m a toy they can toss around, abuse, and torture whenever they feel like it.
It hits me at this moment what I want.
If they would just respect me, I’d be willing to play their game. I could be a doll occasionally, but not when it could ruin my entire life. I want more than just their bodies. This version of Trip, nearly sweet, hungry, and possessive, is something I could drown myself in. Love for the rest of my life. And the others? If they’re capable of this, I want it too.
But would they be open to more than just fun? With a sigh, I stop moving and slide off his lap to lay beside Trip.
“No, no,no,” Trip rolls to his side to face me and tries to plant a kiss on my lips, but I turn my head.
“No, Trip. I’m not your doll. Not anymore.”
“Fine, you’re not my doll tonight. I’m yours, come on,” he growls, his lips finding access to my neck.
I close my eyes, savoring the moment. My will nearly crumbles when he places his hand on my thigh and slides it upward. It’s only the modicum of respect I have left for myself that stops this from going anywhere further.
“You’re drunk. I don’t want to take advantage of you,” I push at him a little. He sighs and rolls onto his back beside me.
“You can take advantage of me all you want.”
“Are youpoutingright now?” I watch his face as it twists up in frustration and annoyance. I can’t stop the chuckle as his bottom lip juts out just a little.
“I don’t pout.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“Briella,” he sighs heavily. His eyes flutter shut as he yawns.
