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For the people still learning to love themselves.
Now why you come for me like that
My mother used to say beautiful things were wrought from the most unimaginable pain.
Then again, most parents don’t try to sell their kids to their crime lord boyfriend, who deals almost exclusively with sex trafficking.
Inhale Exhale
“Well, for starters, I don’t have to worry about her fucking my girlfriend.”
Oouu
“The fun,” Aiden says, letting his gaze drop to my mouth, then lower and back up, “is that I know what to call you when I collect my dues.” My eyebrows scrunch together, and his jump. “You weren’t for sale to him, angel, because I already paid for you.”
“Yes, just like that, angel. You’re fucking magnificent, coming for me like this. Such a good girl for your stranger.”
There’s no other explanation as to why my name would be coming from beyond the closed bathroom door.
I know you not
Waiting with my ear pressed to the wood, I hold my breath, straining for more.
You in her house
Memory and screens do not do her justice.
Screen?!?!
It dribbles into the lotion, musk mixing with the smell of Christmas,
Jaw drop
Maybe it’ll teach her not to give away things that belong to me, like her precious fucking time.
Twisting my head in his direction, he crashes his lips to mine, pushing them open with his tongue.
Eww she just puked
“If you know so much, how come you seem so shocked by the scars?”
“That’s it, pretty girl. I knew you could do it. Knew you’d look so good coming on my cock.”
“Well, regardless, I was the one running it for two years. I tracked down your specific GPS coordinates when you were on tour, down to the hotel room you were staying in. I cataloged what your favorite drinks were in each individual city, so I could arrange to have gift baskets sent to your room before each show.”
The orginal
“One time, I even thwarted an attempted crazed fan from breaking into your tour bus, just because I happened to know where it was sitting during your Super Bowl halftime show, and some of the girls in the fan club let me know what was being planned.”
Done saved your ass
“She doesn’t look at me the way she looks at you.”
“Angel,” he finally says, swiping a thumb beneath my eye. “You’ve been waiting for me?” “It’s stupid,” I croak. Aiden shakes his head,
“I hate them. Every time I look in the mirror, they’re all I see. These big, ugly flaws that I didn’t always have, and then one day, boom. I’m a freak.
Im crying for her
“I’m not happy I’m alive. I’m not proud of my trauma, or the person it made me. It hurts, and I hate it.”
Oh hunny
I yank one hand from his shirt and press the palm into my stomach. “God, I can feel you here.”
“Take it,” he mutters, and I can’t tell who exactly he’s chanting to. “Take my cock, pretty girl. Fits you perfectly.”
“You have scars, but they don’t have you.”
Hey now yall cutting close to this readers reality
“And you, Riley fucking Kelly, are beautiful in a way that’d make the constellations weep.”
“The only thing wrong with me is that I’m not currently suffocating with your thighs wrapped around my head.”
“When I said I wanted to see all of you, I meant all of you. Now, be quiet and let me enjoy my meal, or I’ll find something to gag you with.”
Goddamn, you’re such a good girl, taking me at both ends. You look fucking perfect getting stuffed full like this.”
“I know, pretty girl. Fuck, I know. Feels so goddamn good to be fucked, doesn’t it? To be owned?” I’m losing it, losing the last vestiges of my sanity as they break off and evaporate into her soul. “Take it, Riley. Own me. Claim me right back, and make me blow inside this sweet, filthy cunt.”
“Mine. My filthy girl,”
“This one’s for you, pretty girl.”
Lip trembling
“If you’re asking, am I giving up a lucrative career at its height just so I can spend my free time balls deep inside of a girl completely removed from this fucked industry, then yes. Yes, I am. I’m surprised you’re not more proud that I’m finally understanding the power of pussy.”
Screaming
