Page 31 of Silent Damage

But I don't stop at his cock. I reach under him and run a finger along the crease of his ass. He gasps, spreading his legs wider, giving me access.

My finger stops on his hole.

His tight, warm hole.

I imagine what it would feel like to have him wrapped around my cock, staring from above with wide eyes as he straddles my throbbing—

“Oh fuck!”

Cum rips out of me, painting the bathroom floor as my entire body shudders from the force of my orgasm.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god.”

I look at my reflection.

Jesus Christ.

There I am…wrecked. My cock still hanging out, red and hard, while cum drips from the tip, dappling the floor.

And my hand…

It’s pinching my nipple.

I look into my eyes.

And I know…

I know what I see in them.

I have to have him.

“No, you don’t!”

Crack.

I slap my face hard before splashing more cold water on it.

Sloppily, like a clown, I pull up my pants and clean the mess off the floor before charging into the living room.

I just need to go to sleep—to not think about him.

Easier said than done.

Chapter 9

Gabe

I’ve been lying awake in my bed for an hour because the thought of having to see that asshole makes me sick.

I’m angry. Seething.

I roll over and curl into the fetal position. My stomach growls, and I realize how ridiculous this is.

I’m starving, and I want a bowl of cereal.

Don’t let him dictate your life.

I’m allowed to have breakfast in my own freaking home. I’m not going to hide from him.