I frown, checking the number. I don’t recognizeit and I probably shouldn’t even reply; but I do anyway.
Who is this?
A few seconds later, another text pops in.
Unknown Number
You wound me.
I roll my eyes. I know damn well Garrett didn’t download WhatsApp or some other stupid fucking app.
Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you.
I toss the phone back onto the desk and let out an irritated groan. Then it buzzes again.
Unknown Number
But I want to talk to YOU.
I snatch it up, typing fast.
Garrett, fuck off. Seriously.
Before I can even throw it back onto the desk, it buzzes again.
Unknown Number
Who said this was Garrett?
What. The. Shit.
7
Victoria
PRESENT TIME.
The force of his cock pounding straight into my core is overwhelming. It’s knocking the breath from my lungs like he’s wanting to steal that too. My body jerks with every movement, pinned beneath him, trapped in the rhythm he’s set.
He doesn’t slow down and he definitely doesn’t hesitate.
His grip tightens, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He’s squeezing so hard that it’s almost as if he’s trying to convince himself that I’m real; that I’m actually physically here underneath him.
“You feel that?” he mutters. “You feel what you do to me?”
My body reacts before I can stop it. It’stightening, trembling, betraying me in ways I don’t want to acknowledge.
I barely catch his laugh. It’s quiet and breathless, like he’s barely holding it together as he thrust into me.
“I knew it,” he says, almost to himself. “I knew you’d break for me.”
Break.
Break, my ass.
The word echoes, twisting through me, tangling with the heat and pressure and the way he keeps going like stopping isn’t even an option anymore. Like he physicallycan’tstop.
He thrusts relentlessly with erratic movements. He’s shoving his cock into me so hard that I feel like my cervix is going to cave in.
