Page 3 of Dangerous Allure

Mav: It’s ok, you don't have to say it, but what you can do when I see you next, is get on your knees for me.

Me: Shut the fuck up, you are ridiculous. You could've had this, but you chose to friend zone me. Go find some cheap whore to suck your little dick.

He done piss me the fuck off. I put my phone on the counter and drop the towel.

Climbing in the shower, I let the hot water spray over my body, standing there for a minute as the water cascades down my skin before grabbing the loofa and doing my thing. As I’m rinsing my hair, I notice a figure standing in the doorway to the bathroom and I scream. He pushes open the door fully, holding my phone in his hand.

“Stay away from that boy. It’s bad enough you work for their family, but you are not laying down with trash.” He spits.

“Get the fuck out, you pervert! One of these days I’m going to tell–” I don’t even get a chance to finish my sentence before he’s suddenly in the shower with me, wrapping his hand around my throat, squeezing. He moves so fast as he unzips his pants, taking his dick out and stroking his length, never taking his eyes off me as they burn with want and need.

Sliding between my legs, I try to close them tighter, but he just squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air supply. The more I fight, the more air I lose. He kicks my legs open wide before he hikes up one leg and with one brutal thrust, he ruts into me.

I close my eyes, praying it will be over soon as he licks my face, grunting his disgusting sounds of pleasure in my ear. “This tight little cunt is mine. You’re mine, and once your pretty little mother dies, you will belong to me.” He whispers, licking my fallen tears as he pounds into me a few more times before pulling out and growling as he spills his nut on my stomach. He lets go of my throat and I slide to the ground.

“Clean yourself up and come eat dinner, Daughter.”He orders with a smirk, slamming the shower door shut as he zips up his pants and steps out. I reach up and turn the shower the hottest it will go and stay there until it turns cold.

Climbing out, I lock my door and climb into bed. I cry myself to sleep, praying for a better life.

There has to be a better way.

Chapter 2

Presley

**On Page Sexual Assault**

Staring at myself in the mirror as I get ready for tonight’s dinner party, and the aftermath, I’m disgusted by what I see. I never told a soul about what my stepfather does to me every chance he gets.I’m tainted. I have been for years.Thinking about the future is the only strength I have to keep going, or else I’ll break down into a shell of a person. If I crumble, everything I worked so hard for, will be for nothing.

My makeup is flawless, just like Jacob expects. I twist the curling iron in my hair, leaving my long brown hair cascading down my shoulders. The urge to take the curling iron and place it against my inner thigh to revel in the pain, smell the burningflesh, is almost unbearable, but then I’ll have to answer a million questions as to why my skin isn’t impeccable.

Having this arrangement puts a damper on my Saturday fights at The Dungeon. If I get hit, I have to hide all the marks. Even when Stan leaves handprints or bruises, I have to make sure to conceal it all. I hate lying to my friends, but at the end of the day, no one will believe me. I’m alone in this life and that’s okay. Just as long as I get the fuck out of here with my diploma and extra cash to get settled in my new life. Never ever looking back at this fucking place.

Slipping off the black silk robe, I put on a black lace bra and matching panties with garter belts. Stepping into the dress Jacob had delivered this morning, I zip it up on the side and take a look at myself in the mirror. Tears blur my vision, but I don’t let them fall. God forbid I smear my mascara this early.That's only for later.In order to get through tonight, I need to place a call to my guy for a little something to take the edge off. Taking my phone out, I send off a text.

Me: I need a little something. The usual, please.

Demon: I’m not around to make the delivery. Someone else will be there. Leave the bread in the usual place.

Me: That’s fine.

Demon: Oh, it’s just fine? It’s the only time I get to see you, Gumdrop.

Me: lol I didn’t know you liked seeing me for a matter of 30 seconds to pass me my shit.

Demon: You’re a delight to look at.

I blush. This is how it is with Demon. I have no idea what his real name is, but he is gorgeous and the complete opposite of Jacob, along with almost all the boys at our school. He’s tall, filled with tattoos and piercings. White hair that's short on the sides and floppy on the top. The way his tongue flicks his lip ring when his icy blue almost white eyes collide with mine has my thighs rubbing together.

Me: Are you flirting with me, Demon?

Demon: I don’t flirt. I take what I want.

Me: Interesting. Anyways, when will the drop be made?

Demon. LOL. Soon Gumdrop.

I close out my phone and finish getting ready. My bag is already packed to stay the night with Jacob.

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