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“Look at my pretty girl,” he murmured, his dark eyes in a haze. “My fucking princess.”

My pussy pulsed wildly, and I lifted my hips off the bed, needing him inside me now. Up until this point, he had never really given me a cute pet name, especially during sex. All I had ever been called was slut or whore, even by some of my classmates.

But princess?!

“Please, fuck me,” I begged. My breaths came out in pants, and I spread my legs even wider with my arms, my thighs beginning to tremble in anticipation. “Please, Akio. I need it. I need it. I need it.”

Akio drew the head of his cock from my clit to my entrance and gently pushed it in. I threw my head back and moaned, the pressure making me feel oh-so good. He placed his arms on the pillow near either side of my head and pushed another inch inside me.

“Nerds have the best dick!” I cried, eyes rolling back. “God!”

Teasing me, Akio gave me another inch, but didn’t move forward. I curled my toes and stared up into his hazy eyes, then seized his chin and pulled him down into a kiss. As soon as his lips met mine, he slammed all the way into me.

When I cried out into his mouth, he slipped his tongue past my lips and began pumping into me wildly. I kept my legs spread for him like a good girl—an obedient princess—and tightened around him with every thrust.

“More,” I pleaded. “More. More. More. More. More?—”

He dropped down to his elbows and wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders, using my body to plow deeper and deeper inside me. The headboard banged against the wall, and Clawson’s corpse rolled off the bed and hit the ground with a thud.

Clawson had fucked me so many times that I had lost count. One last fuck on the bed with him was …

Rightfully deserved.

Akio grunted, slamming into me and stilling, coming inside me.

The longer that I waited for Akio to continue, the tighter my pussy clenched around his cock, and the higher I built myself up. He pulled out and pushed into me one last time, and I screamed out louder than I ever had.

Pleasure soared through my body, traveling down my legs and arms and to every last fingertip. My body jerked up against his, my mouth colliding with his once more as he pushed his cum deeper inside me.

“One of these days,” Akio mumbled against my lips and continued to push deeper, “I’m going to make sure that you’re”—thrust—”always”—thrust—”mine.”

CHAPTER

SEVENTY

NICOLE

For the first time in a long time, I sat in front of Hannah’s grave, content with myself and my life. Usually, I came here and cried my eyes out because she wasn’t here with me anymore. But after Akio and I had started to get payback, I thought … she would be proud of me.

Violence was never the answer … until it was.

The coolness of the gravestone pressed gently against my cheek. A gust of bitter late fall and early winter air seared my face. I closed my eyes, finally at ease. We still had a shit ton to do, but we were making progress.

I was making progress.

My gaze drifted up to Akio, who stood a few feet away with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He stayed quiet, but offered me a small smile that had saved me more than he would ever even know.

A few weeks ago, I’d thought that the only way out was to either be killed or kill myself. But now, I realized that I had been so wrong. The only way out, the only way to truly ever stop this from happening to me and to someone else … was to become the predator and kill our prey.

Suddenly, the tranquil graveyard was shattered by my phone buzzing. I fumbled to retrieve it from my bag, to shut the damn thing off so I could finish catching up with Hannah, but when I saw the name on my phone, I froze.

My father.

Dad: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Dad: GET HOME NOW.

Dad: WHERE DID YOU PUT MY RECORDING?

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