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“Should I be worried about getting kidnapped, Jackson? You mentioned a criminal record.” I laugh. “Not at all, princess.” I wait a few beats before speaking again. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”
Somehow I feel both completely safe and in imminent danger with Jackson.
“It’s dark and quiet back here. I could snatch you up and take you. I doubt anyone would hear your screams over the rides.”
“If you are still here when I come back, I promise I’ll give you what you want. You wanna stop having to be you for the night? I’ll show you what it's like to be someone else.”
“If you get caught,” he pauses, lingering on the silence. “You get punished.”
A monster has me in their clutches and I break free, running for my life, pleading with the gods to save me. This isn’t a nightmare though, and this monster is very much real.
Rule #4: Don’t trust a word that comes out of my mouth.
“Aren’t pretty girls supposed to be scared of monsters?”
“You’re free when the sun comes up, Blair. Until then, you belong to me.”
“You won’t run. You can’t. You want this. You want him to hurt you, and you’re going to like it.”
“Fuck, princess, you’re something else,”
“I need you like this all the time. You look so pretty when you’re being fucked senseless.” I drag my pelvis against hers as I fuck her, attempting for as much friction between our bodies as possible. Peppering
kisses up her chest, I bury my head in her neck, sucking and biting there as well. I need to leave as much of me on her as I can. She’s getting close to the edge again, her breaths coming in a heavy staccato. Blair writhes under me as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “I fucking love the way you break for me, Blair. I could watch you come over and over again. For hours.”
“My filthy little slut. Stop being scared of yourself. Say you’re mine. Tell me I can keep you.” “I’m yours,”
For once in my life, one night may not be enough. His words echo in my mind. I think I’d stolen a piece of him, too.
It can’t cut me open with its cruel words and then stitch me back up with its touch. Those are things only he can do.
