Page 76 of Wicked Nasty

Overcome with emotion, tears spill from my eyes as my mom stands and pulls me into her comforting arms. "Oh shhh, it's okay," she whispers soothingly as I let out a sob.

My head pounds as I scream, unable to contain the pent-up grief and anger any longer. "No! No, it's not okay!" My voice breaks as tears blur my vision. "Everyone around me dies... everyone I love." The weight of their loss crushes me, suffocating me.

My parents rush to me, wrapping their arms around me in a desperate attempt to comfort me. But their embrace only tightens the crushing grip on my heart. "I can't do this anymore," I choke out between sobs. "I don't want to live in this world where everyone I love is taken away from me."

Del appears at my side, her eyes filled with worry and sorrow. "Hey, hey, it's alright," she whispers, trying to calm me down. But her words fall on deaf ears.

"It's not enough," I cry out, my voice hoarse and broken. "Nothing can fix this pain, Del. I want to end it all." The thought of death offers a twisted sense of relief, a way to escape the constant agony of loss.

Del's face contorts in horror as she realizes what I'm saying. She kneels in front of me, gripping my hands. "No, no, you can't give up like that," she pleads, with desperation in her voice. "We won't let you go. We'll be here for you every step of the way."

But even as Del and my parents hold on to me tightly, I can feel myself slipping further into the darkness. "Please don't leave me alone tonight," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. For just one night, I need them by my side to keep the darkness at bay.

Dayafterdayhaspassed and with each one, I feel myself getting stronger. My parents, with their unwavering support, helped me check into an inpatient facility where I finally received the long-awaited help for my mental health struggles. It's a relief to be on medication that eases my crippling anxiety, and I've learned valuable tools to slowly unravel my tangled emotions. With a renewed sense of hope and determination, I'm ready to face life head-on.

But above all else, my heart is set on one thing: winning back Becca. She means everything to me and I plan to show her just how much through every action and word. This time, I won't let her slip away without fighting for our love until the very end.

As soon as I set foot in the hallway, a challenge presents itself.

Becca is leaning coolly against her locker, her infectious laughter mingled with that of another classmate. My blood boils as I see him lean in closer to her, towering over her like a predatory bird ready to swoop in and snatch its prey.

No one messes with what's mine.

I storm towards them, my fists clenched at my sides, and the other guy quickly backs off, knowing better than to mess with me. It's moments like this that solidify our position as the elite five at Edgewood Prep - the ruling group on campus. We have power and influence, and everyone knows not to cross us. And if anyone does, they'll face the consequences of all of us.

Becca's eyes shoot daggers at me as I grab her arm and drag her into an empty classroom, the door shutting behind us with a resounding click. She struggles against my grip, her anger palpable.

"Get your hands off of me, Danny," she seethes.

Ignoring her protests, I spin her around to face me. "Why were you talking to him, Becca? Why did his hands even have the chance to touch you?" The jealousy and possessiveness in my voice are hard to hide.

She rolls her eyes and huffs. "Why do you care? I thought I made it abundantly clear when I said don't ever talk to me again."

But before she can say another word, I crush my lips onto hers in a desperate, angry kiss. Becca tries to push me away, but I hold on to her tightly. Pressing her back against a nearby desk, I lift her up to sit on its edge.

"Danny!" she gasps in protest.

"You want this, Becca," I growl against her lips. "I know you do." My desire for her is overwhelming and all-consuming.

With a heated passion, I push her skirt up as my lips trail down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her body shivers underneath my touch, and she lets out a soft moan, giving me all the encouragement I need to continue. "I know how much you love beingmine," I whisper, my voice dripping with possessiveness and dominance. Becca's breath hitches as she mewls in response. "My dirty little slut," I add, knowing it will only drive her wild with desire.

She nods eagerly, unable to form words as pleasure consumes her. "Exactly what I fucking thought," I growl, the primal part of me taking over.

With a swift movement, I cover her mouth with my hand. At this moment, she is mine completely.

My fingers glide over the fabric of her panties, feeling the dampness that confirms her desire for me.

“Danny…” Her breathy voice only adds fuel to the fire burning inside me. Without hesitation, I slip my fingers beneath the fabric and into her warm, tight core.

Her moans grow louder as I explore every inch of her, purposefully hitting all of her sensitive spots.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, my own pleasure building with each of her movements. “Let yourself go and let me feel you come all over my fingers.” The intoxicating scent of arousal fills the air as she reaches her climax, and I savor the taste of her skin on my fingertips.

With a fierce determination, I yank my pants down to my knees and spread Becca's legs wide. Without hesitation, I thrust my throbbing cock into her, feeling her walls clench around me as I sink my teeth into her shoulder with a primal growl. "Fuck, I’ve missed you," I gasp out between frenzied thrusts.

Becca's hands claw at my back as I drive into her relentlessly. The desk creaks beneath us with each powerful thrust. I know I should slow down, be gentler, but I can't control myself. Pent-up longing and desire are pouring out of me.

"Danny," Becca moans, her voice a mix of pleasure and uncertainty. "We shouldn't be doing this."

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