Devoid of emotion.
Devoid of desire.
The only thing there is revulsion.
I start sobbing. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Clearly.” There’s no sympathy in the word.
I sniffle. “No, I mean, I neverdid it. You know. No man ever wanted me enough to do it.”
He takes a step back. “What are you saying?” he bellows.
“Stop shouting!” I scream at him. “I’m a virgin, okay? There. Are you happy now? You can make fun of me. I know I’m pathetic, okay? I’m just too chickenshit.” I wipe my nose. “You know, I always thought I’d need some guy to tie me up and basically force me to have sex so that I’d lose the V-card… I thought when you kidnapped me that I would… that you would—”
“You wanted me.” I can barely hear him as he whispers the words. “You wanted me to take you.”
“Yeah… I mean…” I lift my skirt to start wiping at my eyes.
Graham makes a strangled noise. Then I realize.
Right.
Crap.
No panties.
I shove the fabric back down.
“I mean, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if you had, you know, in the closet—”
“You wanted me to pin you down on the floor and fuck you.” In a flash he shoves me and pins me against a wall. “Is that what you want?” He grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up at him through blurry eyes.
“Yeah.” I sniff. “You can do it now if you want.” I squirm against him. “You can have me however you want. Blow off some steam.” I twist my skirt. “I have a blindfold.”
“My trauma isn’t your sick fantasy.” He shoves me.
My back thumps against the wall.
“No! That’s not—” I cry, reaching for him. “That’s not what I’m doing. I wanted your sick fantasy to be my sick fantasy.”
His lips peel back, giving me a snarl of white teeth. “I’m not that person. I’m not that man. I’m not having sex with you.”
God.Fuck him.
“Fuck you! Fine. Then maybe I’ll just have your stepbrother take my V-card, since I’m just not good enough for you.”
24
GRAHAM
“Don’t you dare.”
I amthis closeto losing it. Now she’s testing my patience.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
I grab the front of the lacy white virginal dress and haul her into my home.
