Oscar’s mouth parts in utter shock as I’ve just confirmed his suspicions. But I don’t care. He’s about to destroy me anyway. So this is my final f**k you.
I stare up at the ceiling as Dominic yanks off my jeans. My underwear is next to go. I’m lax, detached from my body as he removes my tank. When he removes my bra, he lowers his body down onto mine and whispers a hollowed, “Sorry,” into my ear.
But I understand. It’s either him or me.
“f**k her,” Oscar demands, knowing how humiliating this is for me, seeing as my first time will be with a stranger as I’m pinned down.
There is a tremble to Dominic’s touch as he grips my chin and presses his lips to mine. He kisses me, attempting to coax me to reciprocate, but I’m numb. He begins touching my naked body, over my breasts and down my stoma
