"You mentioned how much you enjoy his touch..." His body pressed against mine, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my short dress, toying with the elastic of my panties. "Tell me honestly now, whose touch truly sets this body of yours on fire? His or mine?"
God...
My breath caught in my throat. "It's irrelevant," I countered, my gaze defiant. "You're my past, he's my present and future."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light. "Do you think I'll stand by and watch that happen, sweetheart?" His voice dripped with determination. "I'd f*****g tear down this whole world to have you back with me. So what if he's just a boy? I'll f*****g make sure he's out of my way in a matter of hours."
Did he just...did he just really say that?
"You will do no such-" Before I could finish my sentence, his hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my words in a way that left me bewildered. Then, his hand slid beneath the fabric of my panties, making contact with my bare p***y. My eyes widened, my body jerking at the sudden sensation, but before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he delivered an even more shocking blow.
He thrust his fingers into me. Deep.
Oh no...
I believed I'd finally shaken him loose.
Yet here he stood, relentless in his pursuit, determined to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his- Me. And here I was, torn between the urge to resist and the undeniable pull he had over me. How could I turn away when his presence alone set me ablaze, wet and aching? When every fiber of my being ached for his touch? When his very gaze made me want to tell him to rip my clothes off and f**k me like he owned me?
Was it not twisted to crave something from the one who left no scope in causing me pain?
I knew I had to put an end to it. But how? Could another man provide the key to breaking this cycle?
Maybe, yes...
