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My pussy tightened like she remembered, and she was thankful. I had very little experience and found a vibrator to be a better boyfriend than anyone I’d ever even tried to round any of the bases with. Almost every single guy I’d flirted with or dated disappeared. All of them.
I hadn’t dated in high school, or what had been left of it when I’d gotten to my aunt’s. I’d been too broken or maybe too hung up on a man that didn’t even know I was alive. Not like I wanted him to. College? I’d tried, and they all left me.
That was my long trail of a broken heart.
And yet last night he’d known just how to play me. How had he fingered me into an orgasm still rocking my nether regions even now?
It had to be Caspian, but even that was fuzzy. Had he told me who he was? Shit. Had he said yes, it’s me, your long-lost crush from the wrong side of town?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Even if it was him, I didn’t have a way of getting a hold of him.
A moment of panic filled me as I felt for what should have hung around my neck. The chain was gone, and my heart was in my throat.
No. Acid churned as I frantically looked around my bed. Where was it? My eyes burned as I tossed my pillows on the bed and there, under a throw pillow, was the chain with the silly little ring.
Cas never knew what happened that night. Not really. He’d seen the blood all over my hands and freaked the fuck out. He was right too. I’d been numb. The ring, a ball of tetanus as it was, was my safety net, and it had stopped my father’s friend from raping me. It had stopped my father from catching me asI sprinted for the kitchen and grabbed whatever dirty-ass knife laid around on the rotting food and dried blood and god knew what else.
Maybe sex wasn’t that important to me. I’d wanted to prove to myself in college that I was over everything by getting rid of my damn virginity to prove a point. I wanted to be over the trauma. Over the fact my dad saw me as a piece of ass to earn income. I would never forget what it felt like to slice the soft flesh of a cock when I wrapped my fingers around his less than impressive member.
One week. I’d survived one week in that house and walked away with scars that I’d never imagined. The phone woke me from the shadows of my past, and I got off the now destroyed bed and grabbed at it again.
Blocked. I answered it anyway.
“Good morning, blossom. Ready to play cat and mouse?”
I gripped my phone too hard and stopped when I swore I heard a crack.
“If you drug the mouse, you prick, there is no game.”
He chuckled.
“That was an unfortunate accident. The water was meant to be given to you at home. I know how you toss and turn at night, and I wanted you to sleep well.”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. He sounded honest.And he wasn’t wrong. Well, damn. That was almost sweet.
“Caspian Weber, I can’t decide if you’re being all sweet like I somehow built you up in my head or if you’re just another psycho fuckboy that rapes girls when they’re drugged.”
This time, he wasn’t laughing.
“No one touched you. I was the only one in that apartment last night and believe me, Rylee. You would know if I’d fucked you.”
The way he said that had a shiver chasing along my spine. Why could he turn this into something almost chivalrous and hot? What the hell was wrong with me?
“Well, so you say.”
His tone was playful again.
“I’d be happy to show you anytime you’re ready, blossom. You just say the word.”
Say the word?
“What word? Yes? You never even confirmed you’re really Cas. What If I just let some sexy, strange, slightly off his rocker man diddle my bean? Sure, please, strange man, come fuck me so I can get you out of my system and I can go find the one boy I came to find when I moved back here.”
The silence was charged and fucked-up me somehow thought heavy breathing was a turn on.
“Rylee, I am not a boy, that is certain. I haven’t been that boy you dream of since the day I burned down that house with two screaming assholes tied up inside of it. And, if you really did doubt that I wasn’t who you thought I was and you still let me touch you? Fuck.”
There was too much grumble on the way he said fuck for me to not realize I might have crossed a small line of his.
