I stare at the kitchen island. “I’m going to fuck you on that counter,” he had promised. “You’re going to enjoy it, even knowing what happened here. Because all you’ll be able to think about is my dick in your pussy, spreading you wide. Hitting every. Fucking. Nerve.” Horror washes through me. He spoke the truth. I forgot. I let myself fall into his madness, and now… “Caleb,” I choke out, grabbing his sweatshirt and hugging it to my chest. “How—” “How could I?” His eyes are dark. Glittering. He leans down until we’re face to face. “It’s like you don’t know me at all.” Tears build up and spill
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