Page 77 of Vicious Games

I swallow hard. “Promise me. I need your word that you won’t tell anyone.”

Him finding out is bad enough.

His jaw clenches, looking somewhat insulted I even had to ask, but nods, nonetheless. “You have my word. Now tell me what’s wrong?”

I inch off his lap, curling into myself at the other end of the couch, knees pulled to my chest.

“I think…” I hesitate, voice barely above a whisper. “I think I wet myself.” The words burn in my throat as they leave my mouth.

Lucky looks down at his lap, the dark stain soaking into his trousers, all the evidence he needs.

I close my eyes in utter shame. I can’t look at him. This is by far the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me.

“Of course, you’re a squirter,” he mutters to himself as if the universe just personally targeted him. “Because you justhadto be that fucking perfect.”

My head snaps up. “What?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he lifts his gaze to mine, calm and utterly composed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. There isn’t anything you have to be embarrassed about. This is normal, Frankie. And believe me, I’m just as responsible for ruining my pants as you are.”

“Don’t patronize me, Lucky.”

“I’m not,” he vows, his expression almost kind. “I swear on my family that this,” he gestures to his lap, “wasn’t just you. I came too, remember?”

I chew on the inside of my cheek, his words trying to worm their way into my brain.

Health class never mentioned anything like this. Men ejaculate? Sure. But not women. At least, I never heard of such a thing.

Maybe… maybe I’m broken. Just like I always thought I was.

Damaged goods.

No wonder my parents gave me away.

Somehow early on they must have realized that I’m…defective.

“Give me your panties,” Lucky orders, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.

“What?” I gasp.

“I said, give me your panties.”

“No. I’m not doing that.”

“You are. Or do you want one of the nuns to see them when they do your laundry?”

Shit. He’s right. They’d see. They’d ask questions. And then? Everything would be over.

Damn it.

“Fine,” I grumble, not exactly ecstatic about the situation. I slide my panties slowly down my legs, my hands trembling as I hold them out. Lucky takes them without hesitation and pockets them. “What are you going to do with them?” I ask, wary.

“Wash them, of course.”

“So you’re giving them back?”

He smirks. “Eventually.”

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