I froze, my body slamming to a halt at her threat.
I was…a virgin.
No.
Not anymore.
She was appeased as I shrank.
Her hand slid lower, and my entire body tensed for impact, not desire, as she dragged it along my balls. My breath caught, and my pulse rattled in my ears.
I hated myself.
Every groan echoing around me made me sicker.
I wasn’t myself anymore, not strong and no longer unshakable.
“Margot,” I said, my voice cracking with restraint. “I don’t want this.”
“Why?” she whispered. “Don’t you wanna be a big man like your Daddy?”
I did.
Goddamn it, I did.
So, I did the only thing I could.
“No,” I said. “I’m nothing like my father. But you know what, Margot?”
Her face twitched with irritation. She wasn’t used to prey talking back. She wasn’t used to losing.
Neither was I.
“What?” she finally said with a laugh and cut me off when I tried to speak. “You’ll remember this, won’t ya, boy. You’ll remember me.”
I would.
I’d remember the way she made me burn.
Every hand that ever touched me without permission would live in my bones.
Hers started a collection I didn’t want to name.
“But you’ll remember me too.”
She laughed, and I fucked her with everything in me. I slammed into her so hard we fell to the glass-littered ground. She cried out from the biting shards, and I held her down harder.
“Remember my name, Whore Darling,” I grunted in her ear, using her pet name back at her.
She whimpered when blood started coating my dick, and I felt her hands reach back to try to scratch me, desperately trying to pull away from me.
“What’s wrong, Margot?” I moaned, reaching forward and snatching a glass shard from the ground. “I thought you wanted faster.”
She choked on a sob, and I watched the reflection in the mirror again. Her neck splitting open with the glass steady in my hand. Her body vibrated, convulsed, and fell completely. Even then, I didn’t stop. I had to keep going. I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t have anything without the burn. It kept me alive. Pain meant I was breathing even if it felt like fire.
But was I really alive?
