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What the hell am I doing? She’s been drinking. I can’t do this. I can’t take her. Then her hand comes out to touch my chest and everything else just seems to fade away. It’s only her and me. And those goddamn tears. Did I go too fast for her? Is this wrong? I step back and slam my fist against the wall as I scream the word fuck. Then I turn and walk away from her. I have to. I can’t ruin her. I can’t ruin the girl who’s standing there looking at me like I’m her goddamn savior.

Chapter 11

Kiki

He walked away from me. I don’t blame him, and like a goddamn fool, I started crying. He was kissing me like he needed me, and I started to cry. Why? Because I want that. I want someone to need me. I want him to need me. But how can he when I’m this fucked up? How can he possibly want me?

“Come on,” he calls from the bathroom door as he strips out of his clothes. I watch him for a second, taking in his perfect body. He’s toned and sculpted, everything a girl could ever want.

“I-”

“I said come on,” he repeats, a little firmer than the first time. I walk over, and he ushers me into the bathroom before turning the water in the shower on. “Get in.”

“Locke,” I say softly.

“I said get in. Don’t make me tell you again.” With that, I pull my shorts off and step into the shower. He climbs in behind me, and that’s when I feel his touch. His fingers run gently along the scars on my back. I take a deep breath, unsure how to do this. How to tell him what I need to, so I just blurt it out.

“He came home high one night. Said he wanted me. I let him do what he wanted to me. We had sex, but then something changed in the air. He rolled me onto my stomach, and the next thing I knew, I was being hit with something. I tried to get away from him, and he hit me harder. I felt it all. I felt the blood as it slowly slid down my back. I felt the burn, the pain. The way it felt hit after hit. The more I tried to get away, the harder he hitme. When he was done, he lost it. He stormed around the room, breaking things and screaming at me it was my fault. Then he came and lay next to me crying, saying he was sorry. I hated him after that.”

“I’m not much better than he is, Kiki.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me, Locke.”

“You don’t know that. I don’t know that.” Slowly, he turns me to face him, and that’s when his lips come down on mine once more. He kisses me slowly at first before sliding his lips along my neck. Before I know what’s happening, he’s on his knees in front of me. I grab the wall to steady myself as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and then dives in. He licks at my pussy, and I squirm, unsure I can hold myself up. That doesn’t stop him. He keeps going, sliding a finger inside me and hooking it in just the right way. My body trembles as I buck my hips into his face.

“You gonna fuck my face, Kiki? I want your cum all over me. I want you to fuckin’ drown me in it.” His words only serve to turn me on more. I roll my hips, riding his face until I can’t take any more. His hands clamp around my thigh and waist, holding me in place as I come hard for him. My pussy clenches as I ride the wave. Locke pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost whine at the loss of contact.

“Turn around like a good girl and take this big cock, Kiki. I’m gonna fuck you hard, and you’re gonna scream for me,” he says. My body ignites as he spins me around and stands behind me. I place my hands on the wall as water envelops me. Then he’s thrusting into me. He does just what he said he would. He fucks me hard, and I scream for him. I don’t care if everyone can hear me. I don’t care if my dad knows what we’re doing. All I can focus on is him and the way he feels inside me. So fucking filling.

“Fuck, Locke! You’re going to make me come again.”

“That’s what I want, baby. I want you fuckin’ comin’ all over my cock. I want to feel your pussy pulse around me,” he says, and it sounds more like a demand than anything else. He rides me harder, and then his hand slips around my waist, finding my clit. He plays with it, twirls around it, and then I let go once more for him. I come hard just as I feel him swell inside me. He explodes at the same time I do. We both gasp for air, panting. I’ve never felt this full in my life.

Locke pulls out, and I stand before he spins me to face him once more. His lips devour mine again, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.

“You keep my mark on you now. I replaced Trey’s fuckin’ mark. Don’t you ever let anyone but me mark this sexy little body. Do you hear me?” I nod my head, unable to form words.

Locke reaches around me, grabs the soap, and washes us both. I wash my hair as he rinses himself off, and then I do the same. He climbs out of the shower and wraps himself in a towel before holding one out to me. I step out, and he dries me off before taking the towel away. I give him a look, but he just smiles.

“I want you naked in my bed, darlin’.” My cheeks heat as he looks at me the way he does. He finishes drying off and pulls the towel from around his waist, standing naked in front of me before offering me his hand. I slip mine into his, and he leads us out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

“You need to sleep. You had a lot to drink,” he tells me.

“I’m not drunk.”

“Not anymore, but you still drank a lot.” I nod my head as he pulls the blankets back and ushers me into the bed. I climb in, and he climbs in behind me, wrapping me in his arms. I could stay like this forever.

“What about Dad?”

“I’ll deal with that later.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said. I’ll deal with it,” he says once more. I sigh, not knowing what that means for either of us.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

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