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I get wetter, and that makes me mad. I never lose. What is going on?

“Mmm, Riley, you’re so perfect. A perfect little wife.”

I glare up at him, a mocking retort on my tongue, but I freeze as I see his face. He looks completely serious.

And for the first time, something like fear rushes through me. This whole time, this has been a game between us. A toxic push and pull of mutual hatred. Manson has never said something like that to me before. Was he…being serious when he said that?

He notices me watching him, and then his lips twist up in a mean smirk.

So he was just mocking me.

“Fuck you,” I dig my nails into him.

Manson just picks up his pace, and despite everything, I feel my orgasm building. What is fucking wrong with me? I can’t keep it from building and building, and I realize I’m not going to be able to stop it.

And what’s worse is—I like it. I like everything about Manson, and he won’t fucking get out of my head. He’s going to break me. He’s going to make me weak.

So when I come around Manson’s dick, I do the only thing I can think of to keep him as far away as I can.

I moan Noel’s name.

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She Keeps Me Up - Nickelback

I lost control. I lost it. I fucking lost it.

I let Riley rile me up, and then I told her she was perfect.

I saw her face when I said that. There was something like disgust or disbelief. Which is about the worst reaction I could get.

I stand stiffly from the couch, running my hands through my hair. Riley’s ass is red and bruised. I’ve never seen her skin so marred. Even now, it makes my dick jerk.

She’s marred because I lost control. But despite that, she’s no closer to submitting to me. I could probably beat her to death, and she’d still refuse me.

She thought she could hurt me by saying Noel’s name, but I’m not threatened by him. But I do think he needs to scream his own name while it’s burned into his skin a thousand times over.

Helplessness washes through me. What am I supposed to do? How can I get Riley to see what I see?

Riley has her eyes closed, and she’s just breathing softly while my heart races.

Rachel said I needed her to trust me. What does that even look like for us?

Suddenly, an idea fills my head. I could…I’m not sure if she’d like it, but I could try. I have to try. I’m losing her.

“Get up,” I demand, my voice husky.

Riley groans.

“Get up,” I demand again. I need to leave, and like hell will I go without locking her up.

“Wait, I don’t want to go back in that room.” Riley groans, covering her eyes.

Too bad. Riley is way too good at disappearing, and as much as I want her to trust me, it won’t come at the expense of her safety.

“Let’s go.”

Riley groans but sits up, and I don’t miss the wince of pain. “Please, don’t lock me in that room again. I can’t breathe.” She says that with little to no emotion. It’s like, in this moment, she was honest with me.

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