Page 61 of Bad for You

I attempt to slap his other cheek, but he snares the other wrist.

I’m now held prisoner by him, but am I really a prisoner when I come willingly?

He’s breathless.

So am I.

He’s in control, and for once, I like it.

There is a second of clarity before he yanks my arms behind my back, holding my wrists captive in his hand. The other is free, and he uses it to pull my hair, forcing my head back.

It hurts, but it hurts so good.

I can’t help myself as I rub my legs together because I’m suddenly so wet.

“I thought you were different.”

“I don’t care what you thought. Let me go.” I try to break free, but he walks us backward, slamming me against the hallway wall.

“We both know you don’t mean that.”

“Oh, I do mean it, though. I’msotired. Ashton really knows how to show a girl a good time. Perhaps he can give you some pointers.”

An animalistic growl slips past Lenny’s lips, and my God, nothing has sounded hotter.

“Say his name again. I dare you.”

“Ash—”

I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence, or breathe, for that matter, because who needs air when Lenny’s mouth is on mine?

We freeze, both knowing if we cross this line, there’ll be no return…but we don’t care.

Lenny forces my mouth open with his, and when I surrender, he slips in his tongue, seeking out mine. I match his ferocity eventhough I’ve never kissed this way before, but I’m a quick learner with Lenny as my teacher.

He bites my lip, and when I gasp, he sucks over the sting before sweeping it over with his tongue.

He isn’t gentle. But I don’t want gentle.

He dominates my mouth with his—licking, sucking, and biting. I never knew a kiss could feel this way.

I bite his lip hard, so hard I taste blood, and the taste does something to us.

Lenny grabs my throat, choking me as he kisses me with ferocity. I can’t keep up with his passion, so I surrender because the way he fucks me with his tongue has me desperate for him to do the same with his fingers.

Lenny is pressed to me, so I can feel he’s hard. It doesn’t scare me like I thought it would.

What happened in my past, I’ll never forget, but it’s shaped me into the person I am. No child should ever have to endure what I did.

I was abused.

Molested.

Raped.

I was forced to do and watch horrible things.

But with Lenny, I feel those things don’t have to rule me. I can replace the hatred with…love? Or something like it.

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