Page 120 of Burn With Me

A memory pops up of the night he found out about me losing my virginity. He swore he’d never fuck me after that, and he was so upset that someone else had gotten to me first. So, I decide to rub it in his face that I’ve been with Jackson, seeing if it will buy me any sort of time to try and figure out how to get out of this situation.

“You’ll never compare to him! You’ll never be able to make me feel the way he does.He’sgot experience and knows his way around a woman’s body. What do you have, Chris? Nothing but a small fucking dick!”

An angry slap reverberates against the cold, familiar wallpaper of the kitchen—skin on skin.

The cold metal of his grandfather's ring against my flesh as its diamond teeth bite my cheek.

The smell of copper. Warm, red, liquid life.

“I knew I should have never left! Iknewthat asshole waslying to me! Butyou?!You fucking bitch! I should have put you in your place a long time ago!”

Unmistakable, the sound of his belt buckle pulling apart. I let out a cry as his rough hands spin me and shove my face down onto the island.

Crimson smears against the cream marble.

There have been times in our life where he’s been normal. Asking about the book I’m reading. Helping me with homework.

Like a brother.

He works with babies, for Christ’s sake. Helping mothers with high-risk pregnancies and successfully delivering complicated births.

Like a saint.

Lingering touches, loving caresses when the night has eaten the sun, and the dark chases reality from every corner of my bedroom.

Like a lover.

Now, he’s my personal version of hell. A devil that is more corrupt than ever before.

Provoked. Tricked.

Fooled.

Fingers twist in my hair as he yanks my head back, holding me down with his hips. “You both had me so convinced. But you’ve always been such a great little actress, haven’t you? Does he know that you like it when I’m knuckle-deep inside you? Does he know that you cry, and moan, and beg like the whore you are?”

Struggling against him, I twist and contort my body away from the other hand that is trying to undo my pants. Red-hot fury courses through my veins, pumping adrenaline and giving me a burst of strength and courage.

“He hears me beg and moan every time he fucks me!”

With a surprising bout of strength, I brace my arms against the counter and push back, sending him flying in his stunned state at my declaration.

Two steps.

That’s all I take before he tackles me to the ground with a roar. Our bodies become a tangled pile of limbs as I struggle against him and try to get away. Eventually, he’s able to overpower me, grabbing my wrists and slamming them against the floor as he pins my lower body down with his.

I can feel his erection, and it sickens me to know that he’s getting any sort of perverse pleasure out of this. “Let me go, you fucking bastard!”

“Not before I take what’s fuckingmine!” he roars over me.

It’s getting harder to breathe, my vision blackening at the edges as I try to buck him off me. But he’s so much bigger than me. He barely budges as tears start to prick the corners of my eyes.

Lifting me by the wrists, he slams me back to the floor. My head smacks against the hardwood, and white spots dance behind my eyes, bursting one after the other, turning into a kaleidoscope of colors.

My head rolls to the side, and he must see the dazed look in my eyes because he lets go of my wrists, and suddenly I feel him unbuttoning my pants.

“No…Chris, don’t.” I’m barely able to voice the words. They come out soft and weak as my tears start to fall, dripping over the bridge of my nose and onto the floor.

“Shut the fuck up. I would much rather have had you enjoy this, but you’re leaving me no choice, Ginny. I’m going to fuck you so hard. Jackson won’t want your ruined pussy after I’m done with it. Then what will you do, huh?”

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