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A blade of poisonous green jealousy knifes me through the heart, and I scream into the comforter. It’s not rational, it’s not right, but the thought of him losing his virginity to a prostitute makes me sick with fury. He was mine! I want to track down this poor, abused woman and murder her.
He smacks my other cheek with vicious force, and I scream again, my leg kicking up at the pain. “And you,” he sneers. “You were supposed to save yourself for me, and you gave your cherry to your asshole college boyfriend. The one who asked you to marry him— until I sent him some emails telling him what you were really like. I attached some very creatively photoshopped pictures. I called you orgy girl. I wonder whatever happened to Barry.”
I gasp in shock and rear back, and he applies pressure to my arm, forcing me down again.
Oh my God. I gave my virginity to Barry, and then he disappeared. Completely stopped talking to me. I was devastated. I was already horribly insecure about sex after everything that happened when I was in France, and his abandonment made me feel filthy and unlovable. I didn’t even look at another man for two years.
How long has Bastien been stalking me?
He’s moving behind me, and when I twist my head, I see him pulling something out of his pocket. A small bottle.
Then he’s dripping something on my butt crack. It runs down between my cheeks, and he presses a finger into my rectum. I clench up, but he forces his lubed finger right inside me, shoving it up my rear tunnel. I’ve never had anal sex. I’m terrified. He’s huge. He’ll tear me in two. He pumps his finger into me a few times, then presses a second finger in. I wiggle my butt, trying to dislodge him, but that just draws out laughter laced with cruelty.
“Don’t!” I cry, panicking. “Not that!”
“Relax,” he taunts. “Or it’ll just hurt more.”
He spreads his fingers open, and sharp pain lances up my tunnel. I force myself to relax my muscles. “Please,” I pant. “Bastien, please.”
“Please what? You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you come?”
I try to say no, but the words that come out of my mouth shock me. The words swim up from the depth of my lust-drenched soul. “Yes,” I pant. “Yes, please make me come.”
Oh God. I’m talking like a prostitute.
Ibeggedfor it.
He pulls his finger out, and the head of his dick nudges between my cheeks. I lie perfectly still, willing myself not to clench again as he breaches the tight ring. The pain is shocking. It burns all the way up inside me, but somehow, it’s the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever felt.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he breathes. “I’m the first man to take you there. I’m going to make you love it. You’ll love it like the dirty little whore you are, won’t you?”
“Yes.” The word slides out on a moan of surrender.
His hand moves, and as he begins pumping into me, he strokes my clit with his thumb in perfect rhythm. His thickness is punishing and painful, and my ass is on fire, squeezing him desperately, but I push back against him, eager for more. Why does pain feel so good?
The bed jumps with each thrust. I clutch the comforter so tightly my knuckles whiten, and my fingers go numb. I never want it to stop. His harsh breath echoes in my ears, and my pleasure swirls inside me. I’m about to climax when he stops moving and pulls out completely.
“You come when I say,” he snarls. “I own your fucking orgasm.” He bends over me until his mouth touches the shell of my ear. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” I whimper. “Please let me come. Oh God, please…” He thrusts back in and starts moving again. I cry out as pain lances through me at how rough he’s being. I’m sure he’s happy with my degradation because he’s moving faster and faster, so fast I shriek. With more pressure on my clit, the pain ebbs away, and an all-consuming pleasure takes over. Before long, I’m falling over the edge. I’m coming harder than before. My body convulses, and wave after wave of forced pleasure crashes down on me, dizzying, and frightening. I’m crying and climaxing, and I dimly realize he’s pulled out. In true Bastien fashion, he has to degrade me more by spraying his hot seed across my ass. Marking me as his. I’m limp and spent, weak as a kitten. I couldn’t move to save my life.
He lets go of my arm and grabs one of my cheeks, sore from where he’d smacked me, and squeezes brutally hard, wrenching a shriek from me. “Does that hurt?” he yells. “It hurt me a million times worse when you looked at me like a fucking monster! Like I was filth!” Without another word, he walks over to my purse on the nightstand. Panic flares through me because I have no idea what he’s up to. I struggle to my feet, legs jelly, as he pulls out my wallet. My face pales, and dread presses down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. That’s all the money I have in the world.
“No!” I scream. “Don’t, Bastien, don’t. Please. I need that.”
“I neededyou,” he spits at me. He shoves the wallet in his pocket, dooming me to life on the streets, and leaves.
I curl up on the bed and sob. I ache inside, a fiery tunnel of pain pulsing up my back. I feel needy and vulnerable after my orgasm. I want someone to hug me and comfort me and tell me I’m a good girl, but I’m all alone. And I’m freaked out by what he told me about Landon, who I thought I could trust completely. I know that’s exactly why Bastien did that, spilling secrets he had no right to know about. Getting in my head.
At the end of the day, masturbating is the least of the offenses committed by either of us, and I’m forced to recognize that I’m villainizing Landon to somehow justify what I’ve done.
There’s no justifying.
There’s no comparing.
What I’ve done is far, far worse.
When I’m finally able, I climb off the bed and drag myself to the shower. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. I can never sleep on the bed again without thinking of Bastien and how I betrayed Landon.
