Page 156 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“You love taking the devil’s cock, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” I sob.

His fingers slow just enough to make me whimper.

“Do you know why you like my darkness?”

A flash of memory hits me like a bolt of lightning.

I’m fifteen years old.

Curled in the dark.

Shaking.

Terrified.

My father was yelling.

My mother was crying.

Ford climbs through my window, his voice urgent, his hands steady.

I was hysterical.

Inconsolable.

Sobbing.

Gasping for breath.

Until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and growled, “Harper. Listen to me.”

My heartbeat slows.

“That’s right,” Ford breathes against my skin. “You needed me to take control.”

A sob cracks through me.

Because he’s right.

Ford hasalwaysbeen my calm.

Always.

“Because I love you, Harper,” he whispers, dragging me over the edge again.

Pleasure shatters me.

I drown in it, in him, in us.

I let go.

Because Ford has me.

He always has.

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