Page 13 of Final Girls and F*ck Boys

Atley’s hand slipped fully over my breast, his fingers curling around me, his movements both firm and gentle. My back arched involuntarily, my body responding to his touch in a way that felt beyond my control.

“You’re mine tonight,” Atley murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill of excitement through me, “Every breath, every thought, every part of you, belongs to me. To us.”

His words sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, my heart racing as I felt the weight of his promise. There was something intoxicating about his claim, something that made me want to submit to him completely.

But there was also a part of me that wanted to fight back, to challenge him, to see just how far he was willing to go to prove he could break me. It was a dangerous game, one I knew could end in disaster, but it was a game I couldn’t resist playing.

Atley’s lips found mine in the darkness, his kiss hard and demanding as his hand tightened around my breast. I responded instinctively, body arching up to meet him, my fingers digging into the dirt under me as I kissed him back with equal intensity.

The taste of dirt and leaves mingled with the taste of him, creating a heady mix that had my head spinning. Every touch, every movement, felt like a battle, a struggle for dominance that neither of us was willing to concede.

Atley’s other hand moved to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer, his body pressing down on mine with a possessiveness that sent a rush through me.

“Are you going to fight me?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing growl as he broke the kiss, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “Or are you going to submit?”

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thing was clear—I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted to see just how far I could push him, just how much I could take before I broke.

But most of all, I wanted to see what would happen when I finally let go.

“I don’t submit,” I whispered, voice breathless but defiant, eyes locked on his. “Not to anyone.”

Atley’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile, his hand sliding down my body to my thigh, his grip firm and unyielding.“We’ll see about that, little saint,” he murmured, his voice dark and filled with promise. “We’ll see.”

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“Idon’t submit,” I whispered again, the words spilling from my lips like a challenge, each breath shallower than the last. My heart hammered in my chest, but I didn’t flinch. I refused to. My eyes were locked on Atley’s, defiant even as his hand tightened around my thigh. The pressure was steady, possessive, a silent reminder that I wasn’t in control of this moment.

Not anymore.

His smile deepened, and there was something wicked and predatory in the way his lips curled, like a wolf toying with its prey. "We’ll see," he repeated, voice low and intimate, sending a shiver down my spine. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, the scent of him filling my senses. "You’ve got fire in you, little saint, but fire burns out."

I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, the weight of him pinning me in place. It was intoxicating, all raw power and dark intent. I wanted to push him away, to prove I wasn’t someone who could be claimed so easily, but the truth was, some part of me didn’t want to resist. Some part of me was drawn to him, to this, like a moth to a flame.

But I wasn’t ready to let him know that.

Not yet.

His hand slid higher, fingers tracing a path along the curve of my hip, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way my body tensed beneath his touch. "You want to test me?" he asked, voice gravel rough as his lips brushed against the skin of my neck. "You want to see how far you can go before you break?"

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "I don’t break," I said, though my voice trembled slightly at the lie. "And I don’t bow."

Atley chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me, sending another wave of heat through my veins. His hand moved to cup my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice laced with a dark promise. “But you will.”

I bit back a sharp breath as his mouth found mine, the kiss rough and consuming, stealing the air from my lungs. There was nothing gentle about the way he claimed me, nothing tender in the way his lips moved against mine, but there was something else—something primal, something that spoke to the darkest parts of me, the parts I kept hidden, even from myself.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my lips. “Do you know what I see when I look at you, Priestly?” he murmured, voice so low, it was almost a growl. “I see someone who wants to be broken, someone who craves it. You wear your defiance like armor, but underneath, you’re aching to give in.”

His words sank into me, every syllable stoking the flames of something dangerous inside me, something I wasn’t ready to face. I wanted to hate him for it, for seeing through me so clearly, for stripping away the walls I’d spent so long building.

But I couldn’t deny that he was right. At least, not entirely.

“You don’t know me,” I hissed, though the words lacked conviction. This man had known me my entire life.

He smiled again, a slow, wicked smile that made my pulse race. “Don’t I?”

His hand moved between us, his fingers brushing low over my hip bone, teasing, testing. “I think I know you better than you know yourself, little saint. I think I know exactly what you need.”

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