Lilly
Uh oh.
I know that look. It’s the same look Cheyenne, my golden retriever gets in her eyes. The hungry look when I dangle a piece of steak over her head when my father isn’t looking. And right now, Chris is stalking across the yard in the same carnivorous state.
“Oh, f**k,” I whisper to myself.
I try to tie my top back, but it’s too late. Chris is already halfway to the pool. His fists are clenched as he makes his way over to me. Much too fast for my liking. He is determined and by the way he’s speeding walking I have about three seconds to flee the scene. It’s either fight or flight.
But I can’t move.
I’m frozen in the very spot I’m standing in.
He stands just an inch from me and circles my waist. “Your ass is mine, little girl. Do you think it’s f*****g funny?”
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