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His large frame lands on top of my body, and I feel his erection poking into my ass cheek as his mouth slips up onto the outside of my ear, his tongue licking at the skin there.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this for five fucking months, baby girl.”

His body lifts up off of me so I take a deep breath in preparation for what’s about to happen.

His hands snake down to my ass, massaging it, “Your ass looks so perfect with my handprints on it.”

I let out another strangled sob, “I fucking hate you.”

In the next second, he has two fingers lodged inside of me, pumping them in and out.

A scream leaves my mouth, and he lets out a loud groan, “Fuck, see I knew you would be wet and ready for me, Liv.”

He rips his fingers out, sobs wrack through my body faster than ever before, then he grips my thighs and rips them apart to spread me open before sticking the tip of his cock inside of me.

“Brody, please.” Sobs escape my body. He moves an inch forward inside of me, then plunges so deep that I swear I’m going to throw up. “No!”

I’m burning in between my legs as my last shred of adolescence is taken from me, as the man I loved and trusted takes the one thing that was mine to fucking give when I was ready to.

He lets out another loud groan then curses, “You’re so fucking tight, Liv, holy fuck.”

Then before I can take another breath, he’s pounding in and out of me at lightning speed, letting out loud breaths and groans as he goes, his hands digging into the flesh at my hips.

I keep my lips clamped down together, I don’t give him the satisfaction of my sobs anymore, trying to get my mind to travel somewhere – anywhere – else.

My teeth bite down so hard on my bottom lip that the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth and I start hyperventilating.

His hand is clamped down so hard on my hip that I know I’ll have bruises afterwards, so I let my body go lax. He moves in and out of me for what feels like hours, days, months, then he pulls out to blow all over my ass cheeks and back.

“Fuck.” He rubs up my sides, then reaches to untie his tie from my wrists, then carefully rubs at them to relieve the ache they caused.

Like he fucking cares about my wrists being sore.

He kisses up my spine then onto the back of my neck before threading his hands through my hair and massaging my scalp.

His body lifts off of me but I can’t move a muscle. I can’t muster up the courage to even look at him right now. I’m mortified, shocked, petrified. I feel a warm cloth come down on my backside a minute later, he wipes off his release and then tosses it onto the floor next to the bed.

He flips me over and his eyes search my face before he leans forward to place a kiss on my bloody, swollen lips.

“I love you so much, Liv.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Olivia

two months ago

I pushopen the double doors to enter into the building of my high school, my sneakers squeaking on the freshly waxed linoleum floor, heading towards my locker to stash my books before I head to the gym for PE.

A group of cheerleaders with stupid fucking matching bows in their ponytails are huddled around someone’s locker at the end of the hall and they start giggling when they see me. I give them a nice eye roll before I type the combination into the electronic pad of my locker.

One more month, and I’m out of here.

Tossing my backpack in and grabbing my gym duffel, I slam it closed again to start making my way down the hallway towards the gymnasium.

That’s when I hear it. Someone coughs, “Slut.”

It’s been a month since the prom, the night Brody decided he would fuck me without getting my consent. He promptly spread the word he sealed the deal with me, then announced that he dumped me.

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