Same as before, my shirt was pulled up and my shorts and panties were down at my knees. This time, though, I knew he’d done more than look. From the slight soreness between my legs and my own arousal smeared over my upper thighs, I'm pretty sure he had his fingers in me.
The third and fourth times, too.
But the fifth time, just the other night, I know he tried to have full penetrative sex with me. Tried butdidn’t, because there’s no way in hell he could put that dick inside me and not have its sheer size wake me instantly.
But something a lot bigger than fingers had been inside me. Plus, his cum was all over my pussy and dripping liberally from between my lips.
The rational part of me has been taking a backseat role the last couple of weeks. But she’s still there,screamingat me to wake up and realize how messed up this is.
A man I’m not in a relationship with is somehow breaking into my bedroom almost every night, exposing my body to his gaze, touching me, andusing mebefore leaving his cum all over me and…disappearing.
The rational part of me wants to scream words like “assault” or “rape”.
And yet, I refuse to let those words define what this is, because they’re not the right ones to describe this vicious, depraved game.
The absence of that word is your implied consent.
He might still be ignoring me. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t call him and leave a voice message with my safe word. Or I could text it to him, and this madness would stop.
But I haven’t.
And the longer this goes on, the more unsure I am that I ever will.
“Evie!”
I turn, blushing a little when I see Val jogging down the alley behind the Mercury Theater to catch up to me, his heavy dance bag slung over his broad shoulder.
“I need to apologize,” he sighs, frowning. “I mean, for earlier this morning.” His face twists. “Fuck, I can tell you’re weirded out. Evie, I amsofucking sorry. We both seriously thought you’d already left. I know that’s no excuse.”
For a second, I almost laugh.
Val thinks my face is heated right now because I walked into the kitchen two hours ago to find him totally naked except for heavy firefighter’s boots and a matching hat, pouring two cups of coffee. At least he was facingawayfrom me.
But that’s not why I’m blushing right now.
No, I’m blushing because it’simpossiblefor me to face my friend these days without remembering that his older brother has been sneaking into my room at night to touch me, expose me, and come all over my body.
I quickly shake my head, smiling awkwardly. “It’s fine.”
“It’s really not,” he frowns. “It’syourhouse. I’m just an…interloper.”
I roll my eyes. “Val, you’re not aninterloper. You’re the reason Roman smiles now and doesn’t drink anymore.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know about that.”
“Ido.”
He grins at me. “Still no reason to walk around your house like a stripper.”
I wink impishly. “The question is… Did you put the fire out?”
Instantly, I’m covering my face in mortification as Val’s jaw drops, his eyes dancing. “Evelina Nikitin!” he hoots. “Was that a fuckingsex joke?! Fromyou?!” He flinches dramatically, looking up at the clouds in mock horror.
“What's wrong?”
“Just checking to see if the sky is falling,” he says, smirking.
I roll my eyes. “Ha ha ha. I make jokes all the time.”
