Page 36 of Bad for You

Was it his turn once his friend had finished?

“We can’t save them all.”

That’s what Aldo said to me, and he was right.

In this world, we can only save ourselves.

The asshole stands in front of me. He looks like any man you’d pass on the street. He doesn’t look like a monster, a vile beast mothers warn their children about. And it’s because of this fact that he is the most dangerous monster of all.

But at this moment, I realize that so am I.

He underestimated me because, to him, all I am is a pretty prize, which is why Gianna dressed me this way. Looks can be deceiving, and in this asshole’s case, he is about to be betrayed in the most violent of ways.

He brushes the backs of his fingers along my chest, watching for any cues.

I continue smiling.

“Good girl,” he hums, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the side of my throat. “You smell like strawberries. I bet you’re ripe for the picking.”

Vomit rises because who the fuck speaks this way? Is it supposed to be romantic? I don’t know because I don’t do romance, but I can’t imagine anyone would care to be compared to a fruit.

In this instance, I don’t understand a word he is saying.

His kisses trickle down my neck and over the tops of my breasts. He reaches around and unzips my dress. I stand completely still.

When my dress pools by my feet, he stands back and looks at me.

I’m in a black strapless bra and matching underwear.

“So innocent,” he mistakenly says because he has just revealed that he sees me as no threat.

What an idiot.

He rubs over the front of his pants, his dick swelling.

Gianna had a good mind to teach me the difference between men and women and all the sex talk which a child is to learn to keep them safe against men like thisstronzo.

But my safety was breached long ago.

He unzips his pants and withdraws his hard cock. He begins stroking it before beckoning me with the other hand.

I fake nervousness as I walk over.

He plants a hand on top of my shoulder, forcing me to my knees. He grips my chin and opens my mouth wide.

“Have you sucked dick before?”

“Fuck you, you filthy swine,” I sweetly say in Italian.

“I bet those big cocksucking lips have made many men come.”

Is this the only thing men think women are good for?

In the movies, in books I read, men do not speak to women this way. But is that make-believe? This is real life, and all I’ve ever experienced in this lifetime is men who use and abuse women for their own perverted needs.

“Come now, I don’t have all night.”

He draws my face toward his crotch, his fingers still forcing my mouth open. I have no other choice.

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