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“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
I watch her intently. Her pulse doesn’t smooth out when it should’ve already.
I don’t like it.
I don’t like it one bit.
“Prue?”
“I…” Her ass wriggles beneath me. Not like before, though. Not in a taunting,fuck me nowkind of way. She’s anxious. “I have to go.”
She regrets what we’ve done.
I can’t allow that. She enjoyed it. Her expression said so, her moans, her keen little pleas.
We’re not wrong. What we did together wasn’t wrong. Not a one-time thing, either.
The inhibitions that have darkened her soul have no place in our present. In our future.
This is where my protecting her starts.
“No, you don’t.” I pull out of her, manhandling her until her back rests on the deck and her knees are pinned to her tits.
Her gaze is sheer innocence, a little deer caught in the headlights.
“You’re not going anywhere.” I lower my mouth to her pink, swollen pussy. “BecauseI’mnot anywhere near being done with you.”
CHAPTER SIX
Prue
IfIhadanypearls around my neck, this moment, hearingthosewords from him, would be the moment I’d clutch them.
But I don’t. Around my neck, I have what feels like the beginning of a burn mark. And I can’t clutch onto that.
Theo hadn’t used excessive force or anything I couldn’t handle. I didn’t pass out when he choked me. He hadn’t been selfish when taking my virginity.
There’s no denying he’d been harsh; each stroke of his cock, each pull on my bikini bottoms, was aimed to inflict pain. Intended to carry us to the edge where he could harm me, but never crossing it.
And I wanted it. I wanted him to do those things to me.
Through the two orgasms Theo had given me, I’d gotten exactly what I asked for and more. So much more.
Until my past had to swoop in, reminding me my virginity was supposed to be saved for my husband. Definitely not to a stranger who gets off on cutting off my air.
I realize how unfair this is to him. To me too. I should be floating in post-orgasmic bliss. Nevertheless, I can’t shake it.
Am I broken?
Dang it. I’ve deluded myself into thinking I put my past behind. I wished hard that living in one of the most liberal cities in the U.S. would help me unleash my sexuality.
It has, too, a little. In my bed, when I’m alone. And that hardly counts. I wish to feel the same liberation with Theo. It’s not wrong if he took what I willingly offered. What I begged for. But my guilty conscience doesn’t care about consent or needs. I’m overcome with guilt. I’m promiscuous. I’ve lost myself. I’m not the woman I was an hour ago, and it saddens me.
I have to leave here, leave him. Run off to my apartment, collect my thoughts on my own, and see what I find there. Hopefully, forgiveness toward myself. A renewed craving for him.
First, though, I have to get up.
