"Eighteen and so goddamn ripe— always eager and ready to please me — for me to f**k you. Those sweet virgin t**s aching to be touched… tiny waist, perfect round ass, fuckable mouth… and you gave it all to me. For me to explore and mark my territory.”
Her gaze locked onto his, steady and cold.
“I was a girl,” she said, voice rising,
....“and you were a predator dressed as a lover. You didn’t mark your territory— you left scars.”
He blinked, thrown off by the steel in her voice.
But something in her defiance— something in the way her chest rose with each breath— lit a fuse in him.
His hand moved, slow and deliberate, grazing her side, fingers brushing the curve of her waist like he had every right to be there.
She gasped involuntarily. The heat of his touch, the memory it carried, th
