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His fallen angel face comes to mind instantly, and I remember how his powerful body felt beneath my fingertips, even in the pain-induced haze I was inat the clinic.
My breath catches as I imagine how it would feel to be trapped beneath his body while he made good on his threat.
I lean into my newfound insanity, and send him one more message.
ME
Well, you’d be my first.
DOMINIC
Your first what?
Answer me, Wren. Your first what?
I don’t answer him. I silence my phone, turn off the screen, and slide it into my pack.
My heart is racing, and my clit has a pulse. I’m so turned on it’s dizzying. I had no idea dominant men were such a turn on for me.
Being a virgin, I haven’t exactly had much experience when it comes to sex. Oral sex with a boyfriend when I was nineteen has been the extent of things for me, excluding the assault I endured all those years ago behind the pharmacy.
And I just told my stalker I’m a virgin.
Then left him on read.
Yep, it’s official. I’m as crazy as he is.
CHAPTER 12
Dominic
Herfirst.
Her first, her first,her first.
I’ll be her fucking last, too.
She may have left me on read last night, but the damage is already done. Her words took root inside of me and anchored deep. I’ve never given a shit about someone’s virginity, but it’s different with her, because it’s her.
I want every fucking piece of Wren. It’s a madness I can’t escape. The thought of another man ever having her is enough to make me want to set the whole goddamn city on fire. Knowing no one ever has? It’s a balm to my insanity.
Even now, standing across from Good Shepherd Respite, watching the front doors, I feel insane with the urge to text her, and remind her who she belongs to.
Instead, I wait. I leave our conversation exactly where it ended last night. I want her to burn in the aftermath of her decision to tell me I would be her first.
I wanted to tell her that I stood outside of the shelter all night. I wanted to tell her I followed her all day today—watching her as she filled out more job applications.
My phone is clenched so tightly in my fist that my knuckles are aching. My eyes flick between the shelter entrance and my screen, waiting for a message... or her appearance; whichever comes first.
A text comes in, but it’s not from her.
GHOST
Ryker says you killed some guy behind a church last night. He had no face left, apparently. Were you summoning Satan or some shit?
ME
He tried to kill Wren.
