“Dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me, Margo. If I had been here when you and Jeremy were using my pool over the summer, would you have come and found me? Would you have slipped into my bedroom while your boyfriend was in the kitchen and showed off your body? Would you have taunted me with what I couldn’t have?” Finn twists my nipple, and I cry out. “Maybe this was your plan all along.”
