Page 188 of Texting Dr. Stalker

With a single kiss, he bulldozed through the fortress I’d painstakingly built. A fortress I didn’t even know existed until its bricks shattered into dust and I snapped into a creature I didn’t recognise.

I switched from fighting him to kissing him back.

Our fight sharpened the air. The tension and frustration. The freedom I’d felt at speaking up for myself and embracing wildness. The chaos and need, the crazy and desperate. I didn’t have to hide with him. I could yell at him without fearing he’d strike. I could strip away all my lies and be mean and needy and wrong.

God, I’d never gotten this angry before over something this trivial. Never let myself feel these levels of emotions.

But now?

Now I feltallof them.

I felt need and annoyance, betrayal and relief.

But beneath all of them, I felt love and lust and bone-aching longing.

I fought him as his tongue speared past my lips, slicing through my thoughts and setting me blissfully free. My carefully cultivated personality of likes and dislikes, limits and desires all tumbled like hollow dominos.

With a guttural groan, he attacked me in a maelstrom of nasty, nice, bruising, and blissful. We kissed hungrily, savagely. I lost the ability to think as he touched me, kissed me, then kicked my legs apart and pressed his hips into mine.

He thrust up as he shoved his tongue in my mouth.

I no longer knew if I fought him off or dragged him closer.

I lost track of his hands, his lips, his tongue. He touched me with rabid fingers all while holding me reverently.

I wasn’t afraid.

I wasliberated.

I kissed him back.

Harder, deeper, meaner.

I bit his bottom lip until I tasted blood. I clawed at his neck until I left my mark.

He snarled and almost shoved me through the wall with his need.

My fists pummelled his shoulders, siphoning all my feelings into physical form. But he didn’t stop. He just accepted my violence. He let me punch him all while he kissed me like a man intent on consuming my every thought and wish and dream.

And I loved him for that.

I loved that I could give in to this lunacy and embrace my need to stand up for myself all while giving in. I loved that he dominated me, but I never,not once, felt unsafe.

He was everything I’d been looking for and the thought of him vanishing after this? It made me grab fistfuls of his hair and yank him painfully close. To hold on tight. To jerk and punish andhurt.

He snarled into my mouth, relinquishing all his power to me, all while forcing me to submit to him. I surrendered to his control and shivered at his sacrifice to be my punching bag while he dragged me, kicking and screaming, into freedom.

I would never be the same after this. Never want another man after this—

“Slut!”

I gasped as Goblin-Milton sliced through my thoughts.

“Always knew you were a whore.”

I fell backward through time.

Past and present combined, delivering every one of Milton’s punches, kicks, and suffocation. I went rigid in X’s arms. Phantom pain ripped through my limbs. Tears leaked against my control.

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