Page 46 of At My Worst

“I am not who you think I am, Alexander,” she whispers.

“I know you,” I confirm.

Her eyes are filled with confusion, rage, and loss. “No, you don’t,” she huffs.

“Yes. I do.”

“No, you don’t,” she yells at me.

She pulls from my grip, shrugs out of my jacket, and starts to pace. My heart is racing as I keep my eyes on her.

“I am selfish, stupid, and I always fuck things up, Alexander,” she says. Her body shakes as she stops and looks at me.

Fuck! She actually fucking believes this about herself.

“I try to be a good person. I try to do the right thing, but it is never good enough. I am never good enough,” she whispers as more tears roll down her face.

“That is not true.”

“Really? Then why the fuck did I fail at my marriage? Why couldn’t I be what he wanted? It should have been fucking simple, Alexander. I should have just given in to everything he wanted me to be,” she sobs.

Her eyes are on me, but she is staring through me. My heart sinks and stops as I slowly walk up to her. I gently grab her by the throat, pulling her against me.

I lean down, my lips almost touching hers. “He is a fucking idiot if he believes you were anything but fucking perfect,” I say through gritted teeth.

She whimpers as I tighten my grip on her throat and kiss along her jawline, stopping on her ear. I slide my left hand up her leg, digging my nails into her skin through her sweatpants, and her body slowly starts to melt against mine.

“You did not fail Bianca. You were never meant to be his,” I whisper into her ear as I continue to move my hand up her leg.

I get to the top of her joggers and push my hand into them and her underwear, cupping her pussy. I know she needs more thanjust words at this moment. I can do that. I can tell her the truth but also show her with my actions.

“You are everything I want, baby,” I confess as I slide two fingers through her wet folds.

“You will never have to change for me. I love you for you, not for what I want you to be,” I confess to her as I push two fingers into her, making me groan.

“Be selfish with me,” I ask her.

“Fuck things up with me by your side,” I plead as I move my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her walls wrapping tighter around my fingers, pulling them in deeper.

“You are fucking enough for me, Bianca. Do you understand me?” I demand.

“I am not him, and you are not her,” I confess. I lean back as I continue to push my fingers in and out of her pussy.

Her eyes are filled with desire. I slide my fingers out of her and turn her around. I walk into her, guiding her to the front of the tent. I release my hold on her and lean down, unzipping the tent. I motion for her to get inside, and she turns and walks inside.

She needs a man who will make her scream, make her knees weak, and her heart beat quickly. She needs a man that will fuck her like a whore, but in public will fucking worship her. I will be that for her. I have to be because losing her is not a fucking option.

I zip up the tent and turn around. She is removing her sweatpants and underwear. I lean down and remove my shoes. I unbutton my pants and pull them down with my boxers, stepping out of them and pushing them to the side as I watch Bianca lay down on her back. Her eyes are on me as I make my way over to her and lower myself between her legs.

I lean over, grabbing her left wrist and pulling it over her head, pinning it to the ground as I grab my cock and place the tip at her entrance.

“Ever wanted to fuck a stranger in a tent by a campfire?” I ask, watching her closely.

“Please,” she begs.

“I will never treat you the way he has, Bianca,” I whisper as I push myself into her pussy. She moans and wiggles underneath me as I release my cock and grab her right wrist pulling it over her head. I start to move in and out of her slowly.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears,” I say through gritted teeth. I lean down, gently kissing and licking her neck, “I will worship you, Bianca.”

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