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His hand settles on my breast, and images of Remy swarm in. Their hands are nothing alike, but the outcome is the same. The pressure builds…my lust is all-consuming.
His lips find mine, and I don’t stop it. I’ve already resigned to the fact I will have to beg the Heavenly Father for forgiveness.
“Does that feel good, firefly?”
My nipples prickle as he squeezes them. “Yeah,” I breathe.
“Does it feel like hell when I touch you like this?”
Fiery heat rises between my legs, his breath hot against my cheek. “Yeah, it kind of does.”
“Didi, you trust me, baby?”
I swear on the Holy Bible, I shouldn’t trust him. Not anymore.
Tommy Landry swears he won’t hurt me, but I have a bad feeling. He holds my heart, and that’s the most precious thing I have.
My breath grows heavy. “Yeah.”
“I’m falling for you, firefly. Every damn day that goes by, I fall harder. I’m falling in love with you, Didi.”
My throat tightens up as he presses his lips to mine, and cold metal hits my flesh. I try to swallow, and can’t, when I glance down to metal shining under the moonlight. I try to find the words to tell him I love him too, but they sit on my tongue.
I’m falling for him too, so hard. But he’s not the only one I’m falling for.
“Tommy…”
“Shh,” he says against my lips. “Don’t move an inch, or I’ll cut you, and I don’t want to hurt you, baby. I never want to hurt you.”
I flinch as a horrid voice from the movie growls, “Get out,” followed by screams echoing from the movie.
He gently guides my head to his and kisses me. His hands begin to explore, touching my breasts. I let out a soft whimper as his right hand lifts my skirt, the deliberately short one he chose for me.
I pull my knee up to stop him, but he grips my hip, stopping me. “Don’t move, firefly.”
He stops kissing and looks down at me, his eyes crazed, while some scary music plays out on the screen.
“Tommy…” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
His hand finds my face, and he moves a piece of hair from eyes. “I’m gonna cut the belt off you. You have to lie perfectly still because the last thing I want to do is cut you, Didi.”
Tears prick my eyes while his are distant. He hikes up my skirt, exposing my stomach, and I don’t resist. I let out a ragged breath. He’s bigger and stronger, and I can’t stop him.
“Seeing you in this thing makes me so damn mad,” he growls.
“I know…” I whisper.
“I want you so bad, firefly. You have no idea how badly I want you.”
This isn’t love—I’m not stupid enough to think it is. He is lusting over me because of my virginity, because of my sanctity. The one thing I cannot give him, Remy, or anyone else.
Panic fills me to the core. If he takes off this belt, he will expect me to do things I’m truly not ready for. A huge part of me believes what Mama says—that I’ll burn in hell or give birth to some demonic offspring. That I am as evil as she says I am.
Why would she say those things if they didn’t have some kernel of truth?
I face the window so I don’t have to watch. “Please,” I beg one last time. “Don’t do it this way.”
I stop breathing entirely, and someone taps at the window.
