Chapter 3
The hospital cafeteria is buzzing with people, but all I hear is the sound of my mom’s voice. She’s sitting across from me, sipping on her coffee, her eyes soft and tired. It’s only been a week since I started school, but it feels like forever since we’ve sat like this.
“How’s the first week been, baby?” she asks, setting her cup down. Her smile is warm, but I can see the exhaustion behind it. I hate that she works so hard.
“It’s good,” I lie. “A lot of reading and homework stuff, but it’s okay.” I shrug, trying to sound casual.
My mom glances at me, her eyes narrowing just a little. She can always tell when I’m holding something back. “You sure? You don’t look too thrilled.”
I laugh, waving it off. “Yeah. I’m good, Mom. Really.” Then I pause, chewing on my bottom lip before asking, “You doing okay at home? It must be boring without me there.”
She chuckles, shaking her head. “Boring? Not with the extra shifts I’ve picked up. I’m hardly ever home.”
My stomach twists with guilt. Of course, she’s working more. I’m at the most expensive university, and she’s breaking her back to make more money.
“I wish I could help,” I mumble, looking down at my untouched sandwich. “I could get a job or something.”
She’s already shaking her head before I even finish. “Hush, baby. Focus on school. That’s all I want you to worry about.”
I nod, but it doesn’t make the guilt go away. I know money’s tight. It’s always been tight. And here I am, living in a dorm and going to classes while she’s working double shifts at the hospital.
“Do you need anything? Books? Supplies?” she asks, her voice gentle, but I can hear the strain behind it.
I hesitate, then pull out the list from my bag. I don’t want to show her, but I need those books. They’re required, and I can’t bullshit my way through psych without them. “There’s this… list,” I say quietly, sliding the paper across the table.
My mom picks it up, scanning it quickly. She doesn’t say anything for a minute, just stares at the paper. Then she folds it neatly and tucks it into her purse.
“We’ll figure it out,” she says, her voice calm. “Maybe we can hit up the thrift shops this weekend, see if we can find any of these used.”
I nod, biting my lip. “Okay. That sounds good.”
We sit there for a while, just chatting about nothing—work, school, the usual. It’s nice, even though I know she’s stressing about the cost of everything. Still, she doesn’t let on. Before I leave, she squeezes my hand and says, “I’m so proud of you, Remy. You know that, right?”
I smile at her, but it feels tight. “Yes. Thanks, mom.”
On the way back to school, my mind’s a mess. I hate that she’s working so much, and I hate even more that I’m not there to help her. But I also know I can’t fuck up this chance. She’s right—I have to focus on school. Still, the guilt lingers, gnawing at me the whole way back.
When I get to my room, I expect it to be empty. Maya mentioned something about going to a concert tonight, so I figure I’ll have some time alone to get my shit together. But when I push the door open, I stop dead in my tracks.
Caleb is there. And his face… is in between Maya’s legs.
I freeze. My brain shuts down for a second, and I just stand there like a total idiot. Maya catches my eye first, and instead of being embarrassed or apologizing, she just bursts out laughing.
“Shit, Remy!” she says between giggles. “You should’ve knocked!”
Caleb doesn’t even look phased. He glances up at me, smirking. With that, I see her full on vagina. Jesus Christ.
“Did you bring those chips?” he asks like nothing’s happening.
I blink. “Uh… no.”
He shrugs and goes back to what he was doing. She arches her back with a deep breath.
I walk over to my bed, trying to act like this is normal. I sit down, pretending to look at my phone, but my brain is still trying to process what the hell I just walked into.
“So, how was your mom?” Maya asks, not missing a beat like we’re just having a regular conversation.
I clear my throat, trying to ignore the awkwardness. “She’s fine. We had lunch at the hospital.”
Maya wants to say something else but instead she grabs Caleb’s hair. “I don’t think I can come with an audience, babe .”
Caleb pulls away from Maya and kisses her forehead. “See you tomorrow night?” he asks, his voice low and teasing.
Maya grins. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good.” He turns to me, flashing me that cocky smile of his. “You can come, too, Remy. But you’re not allowed to run off like you did last time.”
I roll my eyes. “I had to get home early.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, not buying it. “Well, no excuses this time. We’re hitting up Dax’s place, and you’re coming.”
I sigh, but I can’t help smiling a little. “Fine. I’ll come.”
“Perfect,” he says, giving me a wink before heading for the door. “Later, ladies.”
The door clicks shut behind him, and the room goes quiet for a second.
Maya grins at me. “You know, you really need to loosen up. You’re too uptight.”
“I’m not uptight,” I say, folding my arms.
She raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because the look on your face when you walked in was priceless.”
I groan, flopping back on my bed. “I wasn’t expecting… that.”
Maya laughs again, rolling onto her side to face me. “You’ll get used to it. Caleb’s over here all the time.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I mutter.
She gives me a teasing smile. “You could always join us.”
I sit up, glaring at her. “Absolutely not.”
Maya just laughs again, rolling her eyes. “Relax, I’m kidding.”
“Are you two…uhm…dating?” I ask her.
She lets out a little giggle before saying. “No. That is just a little head between friends. I told him I was a little excited about my concert and he came over to calm me down.”
I shake my head, smiling despite myself. Maya’s… well, Maya. She’s wild, unpredictable, and somehow, she’s become my closest friend here. She’s the complete opposite of me in almost every way, but maybe that’s why we get along. I need her chaotic energy in my life, even if it drives me crazy sometimes.
“So, what’s your plan for tonight?” she asks, stretching out on her bed.
“I was just gonna study,” I say, glancing at my notebook on my desk. “Catch up on some reading.”
Maya groans dramatically. “You’re so boring.”
“I’m not boring,” I protest. “I’m responsible.”
“Same thing,” she says, smirking. “Come on, Remy, live a little. There’s more to college than studying.”
“I know that,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But I need to stay on top of my classes. My scholarship depends on it.”
Maya waves a hand dismissively. “That’s so cute, but you’ll be fine. You’re like, the smartest person I know. You could take a night off and still ace everything.”
I smile, but it’s a little forced. “I just… I don’t want to mess this up.”
Maya softens, her teasing tone gone. “You’re not going to mess it up, Remy. You’re killing it here. Trust me.”
I nod, trying to believe her. But the pressure’s always there, hanging over me like a cloud. One slip-up, and it could all come crashing down.
“Thanks,” I say quietly.
Maya grins again. “You’re welcome. Now, are you sure you don’t want to come to the concert with me? Last chance.”
I laugh. “I’m good. You go have fun.”
She pouts. “Your loss.”
As she gets ready to leave, I pull out my books, trying to focus. But my mind keeps drifting. To my mom. To the list of books she’s somehow going to afford. To Caleb and Maya, and the weird, messy life I’ve stepped into here. It’s all so much, and I’m not sure how to handle it sometimes.
By the time Maya’s gone, the room feels too quiet. I stare at my open textbook, but the words blur together, my brain too full to concentrate.
Maybe Maya’s right. Maybe I do need to loosen up.
Just not tonight.
It’s 11 p.m., and I’m still hunched over my desk, textbooks scattered like they’re some kind of barricade. I’ve been staring at the same sentence for twenty minutes, my highlighter hovering over the page like it’s threatening to do something useful. My brain is fried, but I have another quiz next week, so I’m determined to push through. That’s when my phone buzzes.
Colin.
We haven’t spoken much since we… sorted things out. “Sorted” might be a strong word. More like… ignored the shit out of what happened and decided to keep going. It’s weird, but what’s not weird in my life right now?
I pick up the call and hold my breath for a second before answering. “Hey.”
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Studying,” I say, flipping a page that I’m not actually reading. “What’s up?”
“There was a showing of When Harry Met Sally at the drive-in at 10:30 p.m.,” he says. “We can catch the end of the movie. Want to go?”
I glance at my books, then at the clock. I haven’t seen him in… God, it feels like forever. A real date? A proper one? That hasn’t happened in even longer.
“Yeah, sure,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “I could use a break.”
“Perfect,” he says, a smile in his voice. “I’ll pick you up.”
I hang up and sit there for a second, staring at my reflection in my laptop screen. What the hell am I doing?
Scrambling out of my chair, I head to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. I need to look like I’ve got my shit together even if I don’t. I throw on a short pink dress.
I tug at the hem in the mirror, my fingers fidgeting with the fabric. “Good enough,” I mutter before grabbing my phone and bag.
When Colin pulls up, I’m waiting by the door. His car headlights cut through the night, and when he steps out, I notice those dimples that always get me. They’re there, clear as day, even though it’s the middle of the damn night.
“Hey, stranger,” he says, leaning against the car, looking annoyingly perfect in that effortless way he always does.
“Hey,” I say, feeling a little breathless, but I shove it down.
He steps forward, pulls me into a quick kiss, and it’s like my brain short-circuits. His lips brush mine, and for a second, I’m not thinking about school, or Maya, or anything else. Just him.
“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, his voice low.
I grin up at him. “Actually… do you just want to go up to my room?” My voice comes out softer than I intend, a little hopeful.
Colin chuckles, shaking his head. “I already bought tickets to the movie.”
My heart sinks a little, but I force a smile. “Oh. Right. Yeah, okay.”
“You look really pretty,” he says, his eyes scanning me, making me feel a little better, even if I’m still disappointed. “Come on.”
I follow him to the car, sliding into the passenger seat. The drive is quiet, but not awkward. It’s… comfortable. We’ve done this a million times before, but it still feels different now. There’s this unspoken thing between us that neither of us is acknowledging, but it’s there.
When we get to the drive-in, there are only a few cars scattered around. The giant screen flickers in the distance, casting a soft glow over everything. Colin parks, and I settle back into my seat, glancing at him as he gets out of the car.
“Come on, let’s sit outside,” he says, grabbing a blanket from the backseat.
We set up in front of the car, the blanket spread out on the ground. Colin sits down first, then pulls me down next to him, his arm immediately wrapping around me. It’s warm and solid, and even though I’m still kind of pissed that we didn’t go back to my room, I can’t deny that it’s nice to just be close to him again.
I am not sure we would have had sex, but I miss touching him. I miss making out with my boyfriend.
Why does the thought make me feel so damn pathetic?
The movie starts, but I’m barely paying attention. All I can focus on is how close we are, how his fingers lightly trace patterns on my arm, sending little sparks through me. It’s distracting in the best way.
“You cold?” he asks, pulling me even closer.
“No,” I lie, my heart doing a little jump when he shifts to look at me.
“You sure?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it, something deeper.
“I’m okay.”
We sit in silence for a while, and I try to focus on the movie, but it’s hard with his body pressed against mine like that. Every time he moves, I feel it, and it’s driving me insane. I glance over at him, and he’s just watching the screen, totally oblivious.
Or maybe he’s not.
He shifts again, this time his hand landing on my thigh. Not in a weird way, just… resting there. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it is. But my skin is suddenly hyper-aware of every touch, every brush of his fingers.
“Colin,” I whisper.
“Hm?” He doesn’t look at me, still watching the screen like nothing’s happening.
I want to say something, but I don’t even know what. So I just lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder. It’s stupid, but it feels safe.
The movie drags on, and I’m barely keeping my eyes open at this point. I’m tired, but I don’t want to leave. Not yet. Colin’s fingers slide up and down my arm, gentle and rhythmic, almost lulling me to sleep.
“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice low in my ear.
“Yeah,” I say, even though I’m not sure if that’s true. “Just tired.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I let my eyes flutter shut for a second. Just for a second.
The next thing I know, the movie’s over, and Colin is shaking me gently. “Hey. You fell asleep.”
“Shit,” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “Sorry.”
He chuckles. “It’s fine. You ready to go?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
We pack up the blanket and head back to the car. The drive home is quiet again, but this time it’s a little heavier. We both know something’s not quite right but don’t want to say it.
When we pull up in front of my dorm, Colin turns off the engine and looks at me. “You wanna come over tomorrow? We can hang out.”
I hesitate. “Maybe. I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” he says, his voice softer now. “Night, Remy.”
“Night,” I say, opening the door and stepping out into the cool night air. I watch as he drives away, the tail lights disappearing into the distance.
I’m sitting on my bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror while trying to figure out if this top makes me look like a kindergarten teacher. Maya’s rummaging through my closet, tossing rejected outfits onto the floor like a woman on a mission.
“You sure you don’t want to come with me tonight?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder. She looks stunning in this slinky black dress that hugs every curve.
“I can’t,” I say, tugging the hem of my cardigan, my go-to when I’m not really feeling confident. “I’m meeting Colin later.”
Maya rolls her eyes and dramatically flops onto my bed. “Pity. This party is going to be wild.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Like...the other one?”
She smirks, and there’s something mischievous in her eyes. “No, this one’s different. I’m not even allowed to talk about it outside the party.”
I laugh. “Okay, Fight Club .”
“Pretty much,” she shrugs with a playful grin.
Before I can ask her more, my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Colin. I glance at Maya before answering, already half-expecting some kind of excuse. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey, babe,” he starts, his voice low, almost apologetic. “I’ve been swamped with this group project. We’re meeting in like... an hour. I thought I could get away, but they kind of need me. Raincheck on tonight?”
I pause, feeling that familiar twinge of disappointment. “So... you’re canceling?”
He sighs. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, promise. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sure.” My voice sounds as flat as I feel. “Good luck with the project.”
I hang up and toss my phone onto the bed, leaning back with a sigh.
Maya’s grinning from ear to ear. “Well, look at that! Guess what that means?”
I give her a deadpan look. “I don’t know. Enlighten me.”
She bounces off the bed, practically buzzing with excitement. “It means you’re coming to the party. Duh!”
I groan, shaking my head. “I don’t even have anything to wear.”
“Oh, please,” she waves off my excuse, grabbing a floral dress from my closet. “This is cute. Throw it on with those white sneakers. We’re keeping it casual.”
I eye the dress skeptically but slip it on anyway. It’s actually...not bad. I grab a cardigan and lace up my sneakers, shrugging at my reflection.
Maya whistles, raising her eyebrows approvingly. “You look adorable.”
“Adorable’s not really the vibe I was going for,” I mutter, adjusting the cardigan.
She laughs, grabbing her purse. “Well, too bad. Let’s go.”
I follow her out of the dorm, feeling both excited and nervous. “I hope this isn’t how I accidentally join a cult,” I joke, half-seriously.
Maya smirks as she leads me to her car, her Range Rover Evoque gleaming under the streetlights. “If you do, at least you’ll look cute doing it.”
I stare at her car and shake my head. “This thing is ridiculous. You look like a suburban Pilates wife.”
She bursts out laughing as we hop in. “God, I know, right? But I like the vibe. Rich and unbothered.”
I can’t help but laugh along as we drive through the winding streets, my mind spinning with curiosity. “So what kind of party is this?”
Maya’s lips curl into a sly grin, but she stays quiet. “You’ll see.”
After about twenty minutes, we pull up to a massive mansion on the outskirts of town. It’s all high Coburn walls, wrought iron gates, and perfectly manicured lawns. It looks like something out of a movie.
Maya claps her hands in excitement. “We’re here!”
My stomach does a little flip as I take in the scene. “What the hell kind of party did you drag me to?”
We walk up to the front door, where a guy in a suit stands, clipboard in hand. He looks like a bouncer, and my anxiety kicks up a notch. Maya confidently strides up to him and gives her name. He checks the list and nods, letting us through.
Inside, the mansion is just as fancy as I expected. Crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and art that probably cost more than my entire year’s tuition. But what really surprises me is how sophisticated everyone looks. People are dressed in formal wear, tuxedos and gowns like they’re attending some high-society event.
I pull off my cardigan, feeling suddenly out of place in my sneakers and dress. “Are we underdressed?”
Maya just grins. “Nah. You’re perfect.”
She grabs us each a glass of champagne from a passing tray. I take a sip, trying to play it cool even though my heart’s racing. “So...what kind of party is this, exactly? I swear Maya, if you got me into a cult, my mom will kill me.”
Maya gives me a mysterious look, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “You’ll see.”
Before I can press her for more details, the lights in the room dim, and a hush falls over the crowd. All eyes turn toward the grand staircase at the far end of the room. My breath catches as I watch several men descend the stairs, all of them wearing elaborate masks.
It’s like something out of a movie. The men are tall, broad-shouldered, and exude this weird air of power and mystery. The one in the center, wearing a red mask, steps forward, and the room seems to hold its breath.
“Welcome to the Reapers Brotherhood Party,” he says, his voice deep and commanding.
I blink, glancing at Maya. “What the actual fuck is this?”
Maya’s grinning like a cat who’s caught a mouse. “The Reapers is a... club, of sorts. Power, wealth, connections. Every guy on campus wants in, but not everyone gets to join.”
I look back at the men on the stairs, my mind racing. “Who the hell are the guys in the masks?”
Maya zips her lips and winks. “Can’t tell you that. But don’t worry. Just enjoy the show.”
The guy in the red mask continues speaking, something about tradition and honor, but I’m barely listening. My mind’s too busy trying to make sense of all this. Is this some kind of secret society?
The music kicks back in, and the room springs to life again. People start dancing, laughing, like the whole masked man thing didn’t just happen. I stand there, sipping my champagne and trying to process.
Maya nudges me, a mischievous look on her face. “What do you think?”
“I think this is insane,” I admit, still glancing around the room like I’m waiting for something even crazier to happen.
“Welcome to Blackridge,” she says with a grin, clinking her glass against mine. “Things are only going to get weirder from here.”
I take another sip of champagne, letting the bubbles fizz against my tongue. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Maya shrugs. “Maybe. But come on, admit it. You’re a little intrigued.”
I glance back at the staircase, where the masked men have now disappeared into the crowd. “I don’t know. Maybe a little.”
We move further into the room, mingling with the crowd. Maya’s right at home, chatting up people like she knows them, while I hang back, still trying to get a read on the situation.
At some point, Maya grabs my arm and pulls me toward the dance floor. “Come on, you can’t just stand there all night!”
I laugh, letting her drag me into the mass of people. The music is loud, the bass vibrating through the floor. I sway awkwardly at first, but then I start to loosen up, the champagne and the bizarre atmosphere working its magic.
“This is crazy,” I yell over the music, and Maya laughs, spinning me around.
“Isn’t it great?”
I’m starting to enjoy myself, caught up in the strange energy of the party. The dancing, the lights, the music—it’s all so different from anything I’ve ever experienced.
But there’s still this nagging feeling at the back of my mind. Who are the guys in the masks? And why does it feel like there’s more to this party than meets the eye?
Maya’s been cagey all night, and while I trust her, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something she’s not telling me. Something important.
As I spin around, I catch a glimpse of someone watching me from the edge of the dance floor. He’s tall, dressed in black, and though he’s not wearing a mask, there’s something about him that gives me pause.
Before I can get a better look, Maya pulls me back into the center of the floor, laughing and dancing like we don’t have a care in the world.
And for now, maybe that’s okay.
The music is pulsing through the room, and everyone’s moving to the beat. Lights are flashing, bodies are grinding. It’s chaotic, but in that electrifying way that makes you want to stay lost in it. Maya’s totally into it, laughing as she sways. That’s when the guy in the black mask walks over, like he owns the place, and he grabs her waist.
“Hey beautiful,” he says, spinning her to face him.
“Hey you.” Maya replies. They start dancing, and for a second, I just watch. The way they move is erotic. He is pulling her against him, one of his hands on the back of her neck.
Maya’s hands are fisting the lapels of his coat.
I watch for a good three minutes then I feel a bit out of place. The party is wild, and it’s like everyone’s in on some secret but me. I lean in closer, “Maya, I think I’m going to get some air.”
She’s distracted, eyes on Black Mask Guy as he pulls her in tighter. Caleb’s voice, unmistakable, slips out from beneath the mask, “Don’t worry, Little Remy. I’m thinking of taking Maya upstairs. You can find us in twenty.”
Maya stops and pulls away slightly. “No, I don’t want to leave Remy alone.”
I wave it off. “I’ll be fine. Seriously, go. I’ll catch up later.”
She hesitates, but Caleb’s already tugging her towards the staircase. I watch them disappear and the room suddenly feels too big. Too overwhelming.
I grab a bottle of water from a nearby table and twist off the cap. This mansion is massive, and honestly, the art on the walls catches my eye more than the crowd. I decide to explore, if only to keep my mind from overthinking why I’m here.
After winding through a few hallways, I end up outside on the back patio. It’s quieter out here, the cool air brushing against my skin. There’s a bit of a forest behind the mansion, and I, being the curious dumbass I am, decide to check it out. I pull out my phone, turn on my location—safety first—and start wandering deeper into the trees. I don’t go far, just enough to feel like I’m not part of the chaos anymore.
I’m admiring the trees when I sense someone nearby. Turning the corner, I almost bump into him—Red Mask Guy. He’s tall, towering over me, and there’s something… commanding about him.
“You shouldn’t be walking around here alone,” he says, his voice low, deep.
I blink up at him. “I just needed some air. No big deal.”
He doesn’t respond, just starts walking alongside me. I should probably feel a little nervous, but instead, I’m... intrigued? Or maybe I’m just stupid.
“So, Remy, how’s college?” he asks casually.
I stop in my tracks. “How do you know my name?”
He laughs, and damn, it’s sexy. Like, the kind of laugh that could make you forget your own name. “I know things.”
I roll my eyes. “Right. Okay.” I start walking again, kicking a few rocks with my sneakers. “You gonna tell me your name?”
“Nope.” He smiles behind the mask. It’s like he enjoys the mystery.
“Of course not. You’re one of those guys.” I sigh. “We should head back. This is weird, right? You, me, the forest? It’s got ‘bad idea’ written all over it.”
He tilts his head, like he’s considering something. “You’re careless, Remy. You wandered into a forest with a stranger. What if I decided to fuck you right here?”
I stop breathing for a second. “Excuse me?”
He shrugs like it’s nothing. “You heard me.”
“Yeah, and what if I told you I know taekwondo?” I lift my chin, trying to sound tougher than I feel.
He laughs again, and I hate how much I like the sound. “Do you?”
“No,” I admit, “but maybe I should learn.” I glance around. “Seriously though, let’s go back.”
He steps closer, looking down at me. “Come on, Remy. Let me show you one last thing. Then we’ll head back.”
There’s a part of me that’s screaming, don’t do it. But another part, a reckless part, says why the hell not?
I sigh. “One thing, and then we’re out of here.”
We walk further into the trees, and soon enough, he leads me to this small clearing. It’s gorgeous. There’s a small pond, and the way the moonlight hits the water makes it shimmer like something out of a dream.
“Wow,” I breathe. “This… this reminds me of a Taylor Swift song.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Cardigan. ”
“I don’t listen to her.”
“Of course you don’t. Most guys don’t, but I think you would find at least one song you’d like. What does this place remind you of then?” I ask, curious.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Orgasms.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He just smirks, stepping closer again. His hand trails up my arm, and I swear, my skin’s on fire. “Am I wrong?”
I should be saying something. Something smart, or clever, or anything . But I’m frozen. “I—I wouldn’t know,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “Never had one.”
And now I want to punch myself in the face. Why did I say that?
His gaze sharpens, his blue eyes piercing through me and I can feel the shift in the air. “Never?”
I shake my head, feeling heat crawl up my neck. “We should go back.”
He doesn’t move. Instead, he drops to one knee before me like he’s going to propose, and my heart’s in my throat.
“Cover your eyes, Remy.”
“What?”
“Now,” he demands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I hesitate for a second, then, like an idiot, I do as he says. I pull up my glasses then my hands come up to cover my eyes, and I’m left standing there, blind, with this strange man at my feet.
The next thing I feel is his hands, warm and steady, parting my thighs. “What—what are you doing?”
His breath brushes against my skin. “You’ll thank me later.”
Before I can argue, I feel his mouth on me through the lace of my underwear, and my brain short circuits. “Oh my god.”
“Keep your eyes closed,” he warns, his voice vibrating against me. “Or I’ll stop.”
I can’t even form words. It’s like my body’s not mine anymore, like I’m floating somewhere between confusion and… whatever the hell this is.
Then he pulls my underwear down to my thighs. His tongue presses against my bare skin now, and my knees almost give out. My hands stay glued to my face, and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. I want to tell him to stop, but the words won’t come out.
“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters, his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me still.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. But god, it is, and I’m… I’m liking it. Too much. Way too much.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue is relentless, pushing me further and further until I don’t even know where I am anymore. The world narrows down to just him, just this, and I hate how much I want more.
I should tell him to stop. I should push him away. But I don’t. I can’t.
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