Page 13 of Pretty Stolen Dolls

I let out a whimper as his tongue dips into my belly button. He continues his tasting until I feel his hot breath against the sensitive lips of my pussy. A choked gasp escapes me the moment his tongue slides along my slit.

“I love you,” he breathes against me, the three words hot as his breath scorches over my already fevered flesh. His mouth gives me the pleasure I need, but the words darken the spark that should be firing right now, causing my blood to chill.

Heloved me too…

When I got with Bo, I wasn’t looking for love. I was looking for a friend. The idea of being alone scared the shit out of me. Plus, Bo was what I should have been interested in all those years ago. He was headed for college with a good head on his shoulders. Instead, I allowed my stupid hormones to lead me right into a van that drove me straight to hell.

Never again will I let my body make decisions for me.

From now on, my mind calls all the shots. And love is something locked in a cell with my sister. I loved her more than anything, and I failed her. Love has no place in my life now.

“I love you, Jade. It’s me, Bo,” he murmurs again as he worships me between my legs. He reminds me every time he’s inside me that it’s him. I adore him for wanting me to feel safe in our moments of passion, but he doesn’t realize Benny used to whisper those same three words.

Talking dirty would serve him and me better.

“I love you.” His words are on repeat.

Shut up…shut up…shut up…

Sometimes I want to give in, tell him I love him too so he’ll stop saying the words, gift him what he deserves, but I can’t. I’m not a liar when it comes to such important things. Love is a lie.

“You’re my sweet, adored Bo,” I whisper. It’s what I always tell him—my equivalent to his heartfelt words.

And he knows this.

Satisfied with my answer, he becomes ravenous, but I know he is still holding back, and I hate it.

He sucks and licks me like he’s taken courses on how to do so. And being an anatomy teacher at the local college, who knows? Maybe he teaches the damn course. But sometimes, I wish he’d bite me. Hurt me just once.

“Yes,” I moan as he slides a finger into my wet center. “More…”

He expertly finds the sweet spot within and soon, I’m shuddering with bliss. Bo knows how to make me orgasm.

So did Benny.

My body is a slut for pleasure and with Bo, it is punishment to myself as much as it’s gratification. His words take me back there, yet his scent and touch keep me here. I’m in limbo.

And I deserve to be for not loving him back. How could I love him when I couldn’t even give him my entire mind during sex?

Dirty little doll.

My thighs cage him to me until they weaken and fall to the sides.

“Jade…” His voice cracks with emotion as he climbs over me, spreading my legs farther apart so he can settle between them, the tip of his hardened cock teasing at my throbbing wet pussy.

“Mmm?”

Slowly, almost torturous, he drives into my needy body and I cry out when he pushes all the way inside.

“Babe…”

“Mmm?”

He thrusts harder and then sucks on my bottom lip. “Marry me.”

An icy shower of reality douses the heated flames of my desire. His lips find my neck and he suckles as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever encountered. I can’t marry him. I don’t even love him. It’s not his fault. Bo is the textbook partner. A great lover. Understanding and forgiving.

In a perfect world, I could love Bo—should. My parents love Bo, everyone freaking loves Bo…but me.

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