Breaking the Bully

by Jessa Kane

I can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction I’m never giving up.

One second I hate him and the next, I’m whimpering his name into my pillow, my fingers sawing against the wet cotton of my panties.

“I’ve made a study out of you, Allie James. I’ve been hanging on your every sigh, every expression and mood for years. Years. If you don’t think I’ve obsessed weeks of my life away over how you’d like to be fucked, baby, you’re sorely mistaken.”

But I’m a dry desert ground and she’s the storm of the century. I can do nothing but soak up every inch, take as much as I can before she wants me gone.

“You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would murder, lie and steal to have you look at me?”