Page 29 (1/2)

I hear his zipper pulled rough My underwear is ripped down It scrapes the front of ain I feel his erection seeking out the moisture He rubs it up and down runt I cry out as he pulls round He rocks into me several ti up again frorunts and finishes usingthe bed, spent but frustrated I am close to tears I don’t even knohy

My ass cheeks are on fire, they match my cheeks My jaw trembles He leaves the room before I can even co down ain I feel dirty but it’s soothed by a sickening, depraved happiness The pain ins are weak I feel like I’ve done one ofI look around for ain I pull on et et to the doorway rab the handle

I look back at the roo out In a place in ined he couldn’t get enough ofout Not hi to make sure I was alive, so he could use nals are epic and worthy of a girl’s My heart breaks when I think about leaving Sebastian for this I knoould never treat ht choice He is the normal I want

This, this room is a darkness and a sickness and an underworld that I want no part of The excitement is there and the forbidden desires but they are chased doith a bitter feeling that I can’t forgive hi he has made me want

I pull ers

’Meet me tomorrow at my dorm I won’t have this number anymore’

’You sure?’ His response is instant Like he aiting for irl I want to be 8pht’

He doesn’t respond I put the phone on the bed and walk to the elevator I can hear the water in the kitchen I press the button I’m frozen It isn’t the lonely It’s so much worse It’s emptiness but it’s also like a world war inside of me I want to run to him I want to kiss him and attack him and slap him I want him to hold me

Thankfully, I have just an ounce of self-respect left I don’t want to force him to do it I want him to want to do it It doesn’t feel like too much to expect Too much to ask for

"Don’t leave" He speaks softly behind me The elevator opens I don’t move I can’t

I also can’t face hi

I begged him to humiliate me

I can’t look at hi I’llI hear hiainst the wall I’s and I miss it somehow The door closes I don’t push any buttons I curl into a ball in the corner It opens again Feet step in Matte leather shoes with squared tips and dark-grey dress pants I hear him push a button I want to kick his feet out from under him but I’m frozen in terror Not of him, but of me Me and the dark places I will allow myself to be taken

He bends down and picks me up off the floor He holds me to his chest and kisses the top of ain It’s dark and warm but I’ve never been in a colder rooht It’s a huge master bathroom He turns on the shower I flinch He pulls my coat out of my hands and lifts my arms in the air He pulls my shirt off and my bandeau

"No Please don’t" I whisper He undoes my jeans and pulls them down He kneels and reh once

He stands

His eyes look dead Like howhell out of me and woke me up

He looks at me expectantly I reach up and undo the buttons of his dress shirt What’s underneath is so different from what’s on the outside He’s always dressed like he’s attending e cross tattoo done in al The top of the cross is just under his left pec The t of the cross spans the bottooes from the t on his pec to his hipbone A name is delicately sketched onto the cross in the veryto me and it doesn’t feel like it’s mine For the first ti tohis bicep They run thick and deep When I touch them they slow my stroke like a speed buently I slide his pants past his groin and knees I drop to my knee and lift his feet to reh It’s massive I can see the staple marks Like Frankenstein would have His body is hard but not chiseled or sculpted the way Sebastian’s is It’s et these scars?"

"I was hard onit, but he stops round The bathroom is humid and filled with steam from the shower

He steps in and pulls ainst his cross Her cross Our cross