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“Please don’t touch me right now,” I plead with her, feeling so fucking pathetic and unworthy due to my decisions.

“Ok.”

She walks away and continues to pack her bag. She starts to grab clothes, piling them in, checking on me every few seconds from the floor in front of her dresser. I meet her eyes each time, not ever wanting to miss seeing those brilliant fucking emeralds shining back at me. She’s so fucking beautiful, it physically hurts my heart to even look at her. But it’s the sweetest kind of torture and I love enduring it for her.

“I’m sorry,” I finally manage to get out. She sighs, throwing a pair of black jeans into her bag and meeting my eyes.

“This isn’t your fault, Bash.” She stares at me, looking exhausted. All I see when I look at her is my mom. Because I failed to protect her from harm too. And the past is just repeating itself in the most brutal way.

“Why can’t I ever protect the women I love?” I ask her, truly wanting to know why I’m so goddamn pathetic and unmanly andweak. She gets to her feet and climbs into my lap before I have time to protest. She looks at me as she grabs my face, her eyes wet with tears.

“Some people just fucking suck, Sebastian Cox. They take and they abuse, forcing their shit onto others because it makes them feel better afterwards. Morepowerful. It makes us, the abused, question what we did to deserve it. And there isn’t a complicated answer, Bash. We did nothing.Nothing. Because this is all about them and whatever broke inside of them to hurt us. It was never our responsibility to fix them. Nor can we. We just do the best we can to remember that we’re here too, just trying to get through this shit show called life. When we take up space and authentically exist in our own happiness, we win. They’ll never know what that feels like. So, stop fucking taking on the actions of Luke. You have nothing to do with his shittybehavior. It won’t ever be your fault. Just like it wasn’t your fault with your dad. And it wasn’t my fault my brother took his life. We have to release ourselves from these moments in time. And I need younow, so we can make sure Luke never gets to do this to anyone else again.”

“How did I get so lucky to love the most badass woman in the fucking world?” I ask as I pull back to look into her face. She smiles and licks at my lips.

“Look who’s talking, my handsome, former rockstar, genius musician,” she oozes, making me fucking putty in her arms.

“Thank you, Alina. For always believing in me when I can’t believe in myself. For being the one person to actually do so,” I breathe.

She only smiles and simply replies, “You do the same for me.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Then

Sebastian:

It’s been just under a week since my Lina Girl’s birthday and we’ve been absolutely inseparable. She’s started acting out in class to get sent to detention so we can spend time together there. We find places to hide and make out around the campus, my fingers always snaking themselves into her underwear and playing with her pretty pussy. She’s given me head about everywhere you can imagine in the school, and she’s even found a way to sneak me into her room at night so I can sleep where it’s warm. She just thinks I can’t stand being away from her, which isn’t untrue. She doesn’t understand the full extent of it, and I’m not sure I want her to.

We’ve had a couple close calls with her parents almost hearing us fucking, but I successfully hid myself each time her dad came storming down the hallway. After her quick thinking and talking her way out of it, he’d leave and I’d be right back in her tight, little cunt, pumping my dick into her while covering her mouth with my hand. My pretty baby loves to make noises when we fuck. Alina is fuckingrelentless. She wants to have sex multiple times a day and I can’t say that I mind in the least bit. If I don’t have something of me inside one of her holes, she’s got an attitude brewing.

It’s after lunch and we’re hiding in the gym, making out under the bleachers, skipping class. She’s been wearing skirts toschool to make quickies easier. I push her panties to the side, sinking my fingers into her slick, soft folds, right to the top set of my knuckles. She moans so beautifully and pulls me into her body closer by the back of my neck, her mouth parted slightly. Her pretty tongue lashes out over her bottom lip before she bites it, then she smiles wickedly, bucking her hips over my hand.

“You look so hot fucking my fingers, Lina Girl,” I rasp out as she coos. She loves to be told how beautiful she is and how well she fucks. And I love to fucking spoil her with every compliment I can think of. I am so fucking in love with Alina fucking Timber.

“I love you, Sebastian!” she cries as she comes over my hand, hugging my body tightly and forcing a growl deep from my chest. Her legs fling out straight behind my body as she rides out her climax.

“That’s fucking right!” I bark in her ear. “Come for me, Lina Girl,” I urge on a chuckle. “You beautiful, fucking rag doll.”

“I’myourrag doll,” she breathes out desperately. I nod my head yes as I lick along her pulse, her sweet cunt writhing over my fingers. I haven’t pulled them from her body yet. Her hips are still in my hands.

“My littlefuckdoll, huh, baby girl?” I ask her as she nods her head yes and licks my lips savagely. Her legs kick out excitedly.

“Yes, Bash!!” she replies quickly. I snicker as I release her from my fingers, set her down, then unbuckle my belt.

“I love you too, Lina Girl.”

She melts as her knees buckle, her brows bunched emotionally from my much-needed validation. “That’s right, I didn’t forget you said it. I could never forget you,” I remind her as I pull my cock out and she immediately pounces on me. Alina is literally addicted to my dick.

Any chance she can get, she’s sucking me, licking me, fondling my balls and making me fall deeper in love with her. No one would be able to call her blue balls now, unless it was outof pure jealousy over what she does to me daily. She went from being the school prude to my perfect, slutty girlfriend. She grabs at my shaft with both hands and works me as she sucks at my tip, pulling on it with long, slow sucks. Her cheeks hollow as she works. I slap my hand on the wall above her head, needing more support as she tries to drain the literal life force from my body.

We hear a door open and freeze. We’re hidden but could easily be found if our noises led to someone searching. Her eyes meet mine. My dick is still in her mouth. Without moving anything but her tongue, she swirls it over the head of my cock, her eyes daring me to make a noise. I widen my own as I feel a zing of arousal shoot through my balls and up to my stomach. I’m doubling over her body, almost wheezing from trying to keep quiet. It hurts like hell. She giggles slightly at my discomfort and the feet moving on the other side of the bleachers stop.

Neither of us move again or say a word as there’s a pause, and a slight cough. They decide it must be nothing as their feet begin to walk once more, fading away as they cross through the threshold of a door to one of the locker rooms eventually. We both breathe out a large, collective sigh as I grab Alina’s chin, and she begins laughing hysterically at me.

“You and your fucking games, Timber!” I fake scold her as she wipes at her eyes, her giggling ongoing. I pull her up and throw one of her legs over my arm as I again push her panties to the side and start to fuck her harshly against the wall. She grabs onto me and soon, cute little repetitive noises, tiny oomph’s due to my pace and my thrusting, are coming out of her mouth. Shit, the looks she gives me when we’re fucking. Like I’m the most beautiful thing she’s ever fucking seen. “My pretty fuck doll,” I moan, trailing my cupped hand down her jaw as she grabs at my shirt and fists it in her hands.

“Say it again, Bash,” she demands, forcing me to smirk. Whatever my Lina Girl wants.

“My pretty, little, wetfuckdoll,” I grunt between thrusts as she squeals.

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