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I don't have a chance to respond, because he lifts my ass higher into the air and attacks me with his mouth.
My nails dig into the wood for dear life and I swear on everything in this fucked up world that I actually see stars with every stroke of his tongue.
Jesus—his mouth is everywhere. Pulling my ass cheeks into his mouth, dipping and plunging into my puckered hole, and sucking and biting me like he can't ever get enough of me.
Oh God...the groans—the deep, insatiable groans erupting from him as he consumes me entirely are enough to turn an i
My body shakes and I know that the next stroke of his tongue will propel me out of orbit, and like a junkie who needs their next fix, I crave it. “Ricardo—”
He stops abruptly and my body protests at the loss when I feel him stand up behind me. “Don't ever do that to me again. You hear me?”
I don't answer, I refuse to. But the sound of a zipper being undone turns my shakes into tremors, which are only made worse when he doesn't notice the shift and I feel the piercing on the head of his cock at my entrance.
The little girl in the bathtub starts screaming that there are monsters here again and I physically feel another piece of my already broken heart crack.
Because this time...I think I might believe her.
I've never once felt the monsters crawling at my skin with Ricardo...he's always kept them at bay.
Until now.
When he pulls back and slides his dick between my ass cheeks, my vision becomes blurry.
Somewhere in the very back of my mind, I breathe a sigh of relief when I register that he hasn't actually entered me yet, but I've already gone numb.
Because all I can feel are the monsters closing in on me.
I shut my eyes and go slack as the fight drains from my body and I wait for him to finish having his way. There's no way I can fight something I wasn't prepared for...there's no way I can survive him doing this to me.
I dream of dandelions. I dream of my safe spot in his apartment where he used to hold me all night long.
I dream of holding Thumper in my arms and rocking and singing him to sleep.
I dream of saviors. Saviors named...
“Ricky,” I whisper, but he doesn't hear me because he's still sliding his erection tauntingly between the flesh of my ass.
The tears fall faster and I close my eyes again and dream of things I'll never have.
Because wishes never come true for girls like me.
“The next time you pull this, I will assume you're giving it,” he says gruffly, and the spurt of his release all over my backside brings me back to reality.“And I will take it. Every fucking part.”
He lets go of me and I quickly gather my shirt and my bearings and run out of his office.
The shame impales me and I swallow it down and practically choke on it as I burst through the door of my room.
I grab a vase full of dandelions, charge straight for the bathroom, and lock the door behind me.
I flick the light switch on the wall and crawl inside the tub, my loud sobs echoing off the dark walls.
My puzzle piece is gone—taken by a monster I'm not sure I can save him from.
They always take the men I love away from me.
I draw my knees up to my chest and another round of trembles barrel into me.
I've never been scared of the dark...it's the things in the light that have always frightened me.
The things that show me who a person really is.
The things that make me believe that monsters never truly die..because they live on in others.
