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He makes me feel everything.

Our bodies conform, and we kiss for a solid minute until I’m breathless and aching.

The darkness finds me. My mind clouds, panic seeps into my core… I’m not afraid to die—that was the truth—but this boy…

Something tells me I should be terrified of him.

I press myself against him harder. Months of wanting him, of missing him, of hating him. I nudge him against the bed. Then, I lean down and bite his bottom lip.

I’m ready for him. He’s mine, not Talia’s. Tommy Landry is mine.

“Hey.” He pushes me back slightly. “Slow down, firefly. We’re not in a rush.”

“You don’t want me anymore,” I say breathlessly.

“That’s not what I said.”

My body constricts itself.

I’m a stupid, stupid girl.

I roll away from him and face the dark, windowless wall. This is a dungeon…he merely masks it with band posters. A few moments go by, and he doesn’t say anything. His hands find my skin again as he slowly rubs my back.

After a few seconds, he pulls me close, our foreheads touching. Then, his fingers intertwine with mine as he moves his hand to the hem of my pants, unzipping them and pulling them down slightly.

His fingers are inside me before I can stop him…

“Did you fuck him?” he asks in a low breath.

My lips part slightly, still teasing his lips with my teeth, as he slides another finger in my pussy. “That’s none of your business.”

“Tell me,” he growls. “I want to know. I can tell by the way you carry yourself now that you’re not a virgin anymore, are you? How many times has Remy fucked you?”

My stomach lurches and my heart rate quickens as he starts to pump his fingers inside me, swirling his thumb along my clit, adding pressure. Panic constricts my throat when I realize what he’s doing. How do I explain that no one’s ever been down there before? I’m eighteen years old, and I can’t even bring myself to touch myself. And Remy certainly hasn’t been inside me, beyond some soft strokes and kisses.

It’s like deep down, I’ve been waiting for Tommy.

My breathing deepens, and my pussy clamps around his finger.

He pulls out and wipes my wetness on my belly, keeping his lips teasing against the skin of my neck. “Dammit, Didi. You feel so good. So wet for me, firefly.”

I let out a moan as I lay my head down, splaying my white hair out behind me.

He pulls the blanket over us as a draft hits my skin, his other hand reaching and cupping my breast, teasing my tight nipple. The pressure is mounting—so wet, tight, and painful.

“Relax, firefly,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.

I release everything and let him. All the pain I’ve held on to for all these years bubbles up in my chest, and I want to burst. I will burn in hell for this.

It burns like I’m already there.

I’m so close… I bite my lip and open my eyes again, distracting myself with the lava lamp. I brace myself as he pulls out his cock.

“What was it like?” he whispers.

“What?” I say breathlessly, furrowing my brow.

“When you fucked Remy. Tell me what it was like.” He bites the flesh of my ear, and I let out a squeak. “Was it painful? Did you get off?”