Three Second Chances for Christmas

by Rebel Bloom

Jayden at twenty-five would’ve followed Violet, solely to watch her expressions change with her mood.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine, Vi, because you’ve been walking around in the world with my mark on you. My angel, wearing my mark, keeping this perfect body from me.”

“It’s been too long, little rabbit.”

I interlaced our fingers and led her out of the booth. “And yeah, yours. Like you didn’t already know that.”

“The thing about us, though, baby, is that you don’t get to keep your orgasms from me. You owe me for that day. You owe me for a lot of days. I went and found you, you know? You didn’t deserve what you did to yourself then. And I won’t let you do it again.”

Well DAMN

“It’s never going to happen, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”