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“Oh God. Elliot.”
“You’re so wet for me, Red. You’re running down my hand.”
Her head falls back against the wall and her eyes close, severing our connection.
I’m not down for that.
“Eyes, Abi,” I demand harshly as my hand darts out to collar her throat. “I want you to watch me as I make you shatter. I want you to know who’s doing this to you.”
“You,” she breathes. “Only ever you.”
“Is this mine?” I ask fucking her harder. “Does this tight little pussy belong to me, Red?”
She nods.
“Then prove it,” I demand, tightening my grip on her throat, cutting off her air. “Come for me.”
The second I say the words, her body quakes and she shatters, right there in the middle of the Haunted House, surrounded by nothing but our own reflections.
Leaning forward, I rest my brow against hers as her breath races over my face.Seconds turn into minutes as we just stare at each other, the air crackling around us.
I’m desperate for her. It would be so easy to take more. I know she’d allow it. And fuck, watching myself take her surrounded by all these mirrors would be so fucking hot.
But I can’t.
I’ve already asked too much of her. Taken too much from her.
“I-I—” She swallows thickly as I finally pull my hand from her leggings. “I can’t believe we just did that, anyone could have walk— Oh God,” she moans when I lift the two fingers that were just inside me to my mouth and push them past my lips.
Her taste floods my mouth as I suck on them.“Delicious,” I murmur, making her pupils dilate.
A scream rips through the air, and we jump apart.
I guess that our time’s up.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the mirrors. “Fancy some candy floss?” I ask, unable to stop the filthy images that erupt in my head of eating it from her body.
“Sure,” she agrees, making me look over, and the second I catch sight of the wicked glint in her eye, I can’t help but wonder if she’s having similar thoughts.
33
ABIGAIL
Ihaven’t stopped smiling.
Today has been incredible.
We’ve talked and kissed and shared things with each other. Elliot even won me a cute teddy on the strong man game.
I haven’t stopped cuddling the slightly imperfect bear, clutching it to my chest like it’s a sack of gold.
But when Elliot pulls up outside my building in the cover of darkness, my heart tumbles.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me, cutting the engine.
“I guess all good things come to an end.” I offer him a sad smile.
I want to be brave and strong and pretend that it doesn’t matter that he’s asked me to keep things between us a secret, but the truth is, it does.
