Chapter 11
Cara
Kissing Jean is just as intoxicating as the pot and booze from last night, but both better and scarier at the same time. From the noises he’s making, he’s enjoying it as much as I am, as well as my shy petting of his bare skin. I can feel the strength in his hands, but he’s being so gentle that it makes it so much easier to relax into his unfamiliar caresses.
His hand on my breast, squeezing and stroking, sends a jolt through my body that sharpens when he starts rubbing my n****e. I can’t control all my sounds anymore; it feels so damn good that it’s worth risking having my bruises bumped.
I don’t want him to stop. This is my revenge against Richard, against my father, against a whole society that I thought I was a member of before learning the ugly truth. I’m kissing a
