There was no rocking, or gentle lovemaking. He pistoned hips into mine, grunting, sweating, a crazed look in his eye. His manicured nails raked my ass, digging deep like rabid claws, inflicting pain in other ways.
“Suzette… what happened last night? Why didn’t the police arrest Q?” I started with an easy question. I needed to break the ice before confirming my suspicions.
Girl maybe if you hadnt just ran away and gone to sleep (????) you wouldnt have to ask. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS
Q bit my nipple through my dress and jagged lightning erupted through my belly. “I want to commit murder.” My heart stopped beating. “I’m going to put the bastards down who hurt you. I’ll personally make sure their entire operation is burned to the ground.”