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“Admit it. Just this once,” he begged.

When she remained silent, his teeth sank into her shoulder.

“So stubborn,” he growled and shoved her face into cushions that smelled of her weakness before his control disintegrated.

He blanketed her body with his as he began to move with hard, sure strokes. The only sound she could hear aside from Jesse’s uneven breaths was Lucy wailing on the television. Between the hard, rhythmic smacking of their flesh and the TV, it was impossible to hear anyone approach. She prayed Mom and Dad were sound asleep as Jesse straightened and hauled her back with every thrust, so she took every inch, growling like an animal, desperately trying to meld them together.

Sensing he was close, she compounded her sins by touching herself to reach her own orgasm.

“Yeah, baby. Come with me,” he said harshly as he picked up his pace.

When he climaxed, he folded over her, gasping her name. She ignored him as she chased her own orgasm, which was just out of reach. Jesse brushed her hand aside, strumming her clit, and encouraged her to impale herself on him until she shattered. He held her as she trembled, first with elation and, less than a minute later, with the familiar slap of shame and guilt. No matter what she did to foil him, they always ended here.

Jesse withdrew slowly. She pressed her thighs together and wasn’t surprised when his hand slipped through his semen, pushing it back in before spreading it over her ass and lower back.

When he got to his feet, her mind urged her to get up, dress, and clean herself, but she couldn’t move. She sensed Jesse leave the room and heard his bedroom door close seconds later. Even as the studio audience laughed, Violet wept.

Chapter 16

VIOLET

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Thumbs hookedunder her backpack straps; Violet stood at the end of the driveway. Luck was on her side. Mom left early this morning to decorate her classroom for spring, allowing Violet to change up her commute without Mom asking questions.

As her neighbor passed with his dog, he nodded to Violet while also giving her a slightly puzzled look that made her blush. Embarrassed, but determined to follow through with her plan, she stared at the end of the street, willing her ride to appear and save her from going with…

“What are you doing?”

She stiffened, but didn’t turn around to address the bane of her existence.

“I’m waiting,” she said, stating the obvious.

“I see that. Waiting for what?”

“I’m catching the bus to school.”

She was grateful they were in plain view of their neighbors who were heading to work or taking out the trash. It meant that she had countless witnesses if Jesse did something foul.He wouldn’t, of course. He saved his reprehensible behavior for when they were behind closed doors. In public, his manners were impeccable.

“You’re not catching the bus.”

She tightened her grip on her straps. “Mom already left for work. She won’t know we didn’t ride together.”

“But Dad will. He asked me what you’re doing out here.”

She whirled and spotted her father standing in the window with his coffee mug in hand. Damn. She hadn’t thought to look in the garage to see if his truck was there. She assumed he was at work.

“You want to tell him what’s going on or are you going to get in the car?”

Jesse’s taunt made her vision bleed to red. He asked that question like he had nothing to hide, as if his future didn’t depend on her keeping their secret. He should be kissing her ass, not provoking her. The fact that he was so certain she wouldn’t tell anyone made her so angry, she couldn’t speak. She wanted to. Sheshould! But, as miserable as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to get help.

On days like today, when Jesse pushed her to her breaking point, her mind played out every possible outcome. None of them ended well. If she released her pain, it would spread like a disease, infecting her family, rocking their church, and sending shockwaves through their tight-knit community. Nothing would ever be the same. Better to compartmentalize. To suppress her inner turmoil and believe that Jesse would come to his senses and stop. Also, confiding in someone meant explaining what was happening to her and… she just couldn’t. That would make it all too real.

“Come on, Vi.”

Jesse had the audacity to look exasperated with her, as if she had no grounds to be upset about what he did to her fifteen minutes ago.

“Violet?”

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