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“Naw. You called out my name. Lying here showing me your sexy legs. Your cute little rabbit vibrator beside you. Seemed like an invitation to me.”
“Bullshit.”
“You want, I can send you the recording,” I offer and twirl a lock of her soft hair.
“What?” she whispers, going completely still.
“You heard me with those bunny ears. You know you did.”
Her body is stiff, rigid.
“I climbed in with you and as soon as I touched you, you were calling my name. Wrapping your legs around me and clutching my back. Clutching my cock with your tight, wet hole. That wasn’t rape.”
“I took a sleeping pill. I was in a deep sleep. I didn’t know who you were.”
“Oh, you call him Derek? You wrap your legs around him as soon as he gets in with you here? Not what I heard, nor what I’ve seen with my own eyes.”
“I hate you,” she spits.
“Probably,” I mutter and kiss her again. “But I ticked another box on your sexy bucket list, didn’t I? The intruder in the middle of the night fantasy? I think you wrote the entry… two years or so ago. Got any double-stuffed entries? I haven’t read the whole thing yet.”
“Get off!” she shouts.
“I’ll get off, but baby, calm down.”
“I fucking hate you!” she shouts. “Get the fuck off of me!”
As I’m rolling off her, she slaps me across the face. So hard, my head turns.
I freeze.
So does she, staring at me, looking stunned at what she’s done.
The vibrator on the floor halts, as if scared silent.
I absorb the feel of the sting on my face and take a deep breath through my nose, then let it out through gritted teeth.
I flex my fingers and stare down at my right hand for a minute as I haul in another big breath and slowly blow it out.
There’s eerie silence and either she’s shocked she hit me, she’s terrified of what I’ll do in retaliation, or perhaps both.
I stare at him while my heart tries to beat its way out of my chest. I’m terrified I’ve just made a grave error in smacking him.
He’s still halfway over me, left arm caging me in as he stares at his right hand and flexes his hand a few times.
While it’s dim in here with just Adam’s reading light on, the hall light also casting a glow across the bed, it’s easy to see the cold look on Derek’s face.
I’m braced, wondering if he’s pondering slapping me back.
Finally, his eyes snap to my face. I jerk back, bracing. They rove it for a long, frozen moment before he rolls off me and sits with his back to me. I remain still, terror-stricken as he gets dressed.
I finally work up the nerve to speak, to stand my ground.
“You crossed yet another line tonight, Derek. This is not okay.”
He stands, fully dressed, getting his shoes on before he turns and peers down at me.
“There is no line I won’t cross.” His eyes are still ice cold. “Don’t forget that. And I told you you’re safe with me, that I won’t harm you, but I’ll warn you here and now that if you strike me in anger again, baby, you might not like what happens. I’m a wildcard. You don’t want to push it. I’d tell you to ask anyone who knows me, anyone who’s crossed me. But you probably don’t want to try that, mostly because they’re either no longer around to do the talking or are too afraid to.”
