Chapter 17
BlairThe ceiling lights were on, the door shut tight, and the covers thrown back. It was just me and him, my robe drooping open, exposing my breasts. My n*****s puckered from the cold air. Outside silence pressed in on the house; night time had brought more snow.
Any hint of purity I’d had was gone but I didn’t miss it. His lips on my skin, his fingers and touch erased doubts and fears. All the anxiety and pain I’d felt – he had the power to take it away.
Was it supposed to be like this? Was it supposed to feel as if he had magical goddamn powers?
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I whispered. “I don’t remember.” The last day was a blur of lust and frustration, boiling in the same pot. So, an average Christmas, apparently.
“You’re stunning,” Samso
