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was?” He pinched one nipple hard and I let out a moan of protest. “Do you know, Faye?”
    “No!” I shrieked, shirking away from his touch.  
    “I know you don’t.” He let go and leaned down, circling his tongue over the throbbing bud, soothing it, bringing back all the good feelings I wanted to squash. “Which is why I’m going to show you.”  
    He rose to his full height, his knees planted on either side of my waist. The look in his eyes was familiar. It promised many things. It promised pain. It promised retribution. It promised all the things I had run away from—as if I had never left.  

    “Tell me about them. About him ,” Taylor whispered in my ear. “I know you fucked him.” He’d taken off his clothes and torn mine away when I didn’t remove them fast enough. He hovered over me now, his thick cock pressed against my belly.
    “I didn’t fuck anyone.”
    “I know you fucked Rhett. I saw the way he looked at you today—the day of the funeral.”
    “What kind of look is that?”
    Taylor’s open palm slammed into the side of my face hard, making the throbbing pain in my head quadruple. “Like you belong to him. But you belong to me, don’t you?”
    I don’t. I would never belong to any man. “I’m yours. No one else’s.”
    “You didn’t fuck anyone while you were with your friend and her mom?”
    “No. No one but you. I’ve never been with anyone else.”
    He slapped me again sending my head reeling in the other direction. “Then why did you leave me?” His voice was hoarse, as if it physically hurt him to say the words.  
    I looked up into his eyes. They were so blue. Blue eyes I’d stared into hundreds of times. “Because I was afraid.” The truth.  
    “I had to punish you.” He ran a comforting hand against my cheek while he trailed the other one down my body. “You had been so bad.” When he reached my pussy he delved his fingers in, not bothering to linger. It would have hurt if I wasn’t wet. But I was. I was fucking wet. It was disgusting and I wished it wasn’t true. I wished I was dried up and unwilling but I wasn’t. Taylor had some kind of control on my body. Even though he had hurt me. In fact, every time he had hurt me I had still had an orgasm. Even when I was gushing blood, the dark red liquid sliding down my thighs he had still made me cum. Made me crave him in spite of the horrible things he had done.  
    “I had to do those things. You had to understand,” he grunted, sliding his fingers deeper inside me. His cock kicked between us. “You had to know who you belonged to.”  
    I should have been filled with revulsion, but I wasn’t. Something pushed at my mind, threatening my sanity. Why am I really back here? Is it because of the drugs? It was. But there was something more. Something dark and sick that lived inside me, that craved this. This twisted relationship. The fact that he had what I needed only gave me more of a reason to be here. The thought scared me. I didn’t want this. Not really. But I couldn’t deny the wetness between my legs. The way his fingers curled to caress the sweet spot inside me. I moaned and arched into him. My hands gripping his shoulders.  
    He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. Lips I knew better than my own. He kissed me hard while he played with my pussy, his tongue, twirling, dueling with mine. And he kept kissing me until my body shook, the orgasm slicing through me like a dirty knife.  
    I came down from the high quickly. Taylor jerked me off the couch and forced my body down onto the floor. The movement was so quick it shocked me and I slammed my head hard against the side of the couch on the way down. If I hadn’t already had a headache and felt so weak from withdrawals the hit wouldn’t have hurt me at all. But as it was, I was stunned, my head spinning.  
    “Tay—”
    “That’s not what you call me,” he growled. “You liked that didn’t you? Didn’t you?” Spit hit my face as I