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“He admitted to watching me, then I told him to look at the camera again because I was going to give him one hell of a show.”
Louisa giggles loudly. “You are my favorite kind of slut.”
I laugh loudly at that. “Oh girl, guess what he said?”
All of them gasp, “What?”
“He told me to take my hands offhispussy.”
Pure chaos ensues as my sisters giggle, cackle, and yell at me for all the deets, and I don’t disappoint. I tell them everything, and all I can do is grin like a fool.
I know my sisters don’t judge me or think less of me. We grew up in a world where women were objects and property. My sisters did everything they could to make sure I never had to be anyone’s object. I wasn’t forced into anything or owned by anyone. The first time I had sex, I loved how much power I felt in making my choice. Sex wasn’t tarnished for me like it was for them.
For all the protection and love they provided me, I love them more than I can ever express. But I would give it all back in a heartbeat if it meant they’d never have had to go through whatthey did. Sometimes I wonder if we were all meant to leave the cult with deep scars. While mine aren’t from trauma like what they experienced, I still came out a little broken. I don’t think I can blame the cult since I was born the way I was, but still, why did we have to go through what we did? It’s all so depressing and unfair. Why couldn’t we have grown up normal? Why did we all have to experience so much pain?
But then, is the reward for all of it having one another?
Because it’s in moments like this that I’m grateful for my sisters. And I know they’re grateful for me.
CHAPTER 19
Riggs
I cup the back of my neck as I wait for my coffee to be placed on the counter. I didn’t get much sleep last night, and after my morning activities, I didn’t catch a nap. Nope, I’m too keyed up from all the thoughts and feels of Clara McDavid. A smirk pulls at my lips as I recount what she said she’s going to have under her dress tonight. I can’t wait to get my hands on her creamy skin, to taste her and devour her in all the ways possible.
Fuck, I want her.
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I lift it up to see a message from the girl who has been on my mind like crazy for the last couple days.
Clara: Do you like muffins?
I bring in my brows, and then I smirk.
Me: I do enjoy your muffin. Pretty sure I made that clear this morning.
My mouth waters at the thought of her pretty center all ready for me to eat, as her next message comes through.
Clara: No, I mean eating muffins.
Me: I did eat your muffin. Very tasty.
Clara: Riggs! Come on!
Me: Truthfully, no, I don’t like muffins. I’m more of a donut kind of guy.
Clara: Ah, okay. I was going to get you a muffin at Drippy Drip for a late-night snack.
I look up at the sound of the door as she flutters in. Her dark-brown hair is down, loose waves over her shoulders. She’s wearing a floral sundress in all kinds of pinks, blues, purples, and greens that stops right at her thighs, showing off her long legs and her pink-painted toes. She looks fucking adorable, that’s for sure.
I look back down at my phone.
Me: I’ll eat anything from you.
I look over at her as her lips curve up in that wicked grin of hers. Her eyes light up, the navy so bright, it’s intoxicating.
My phone vibrates.
Clara: Anything on me, or that I bring you?
