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The silver lining? I have nothing to lose. No one to go back to. Nowhere to call home.
For some reason, I’ve often found my eyes unconsciously flitting to Kane Davenport, and I can’t figure out why.
“I know you’re there. I suggest you show yourself while it’s only me. I can’t promise the others will be as understanding.”
“Now, why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re here, Dahlia Thorne?”
“I’m curious if you’ll last and how far you’ll go, my fake fan.” His smile drops as he pats my cheek one final time. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Him, business. Me, pre-med.
It’s just another fuck, Dahlia. You were never really satisfied by them anyway.
“This is about my pleasure.” Thrust. “My satisfaction.” Thrust. “You’re only here to receive.” Thrust. “Your body was made to be used and marked however I fucking want.” Thrust. “This is my cumhole, understood?”
I need therapy. If only I could afford it.
“You really should’ve run away while you had the chance. Welcome to hell, Dahlia.”
“I’m your winter, Dahlia. No flower can survive winter. Not even wildflowers.”
“You look so fucking beautiful on your knees, wildflower.”
Is he…licking my tears? What the…? He stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Don’t cry. It makes me hard.”
“Run away while you can. Once you’re in, you’ll never be able to leave.”
She opens her mouth and I spit right inside it. Dahlia freezes, a red hue covering her cheeks, but she swallows.
